Chapter Fifty-Three

Only a short distance away, the muscles frozen stiff in the mountaineering suit, the sluggish blood flow, the chattering teeth, and the unfocused eyes suddenly revived at this moment.

A heavy, dull sound erupted after Wu Qian completed these actions. Snowflakes on the ground were stirred by the thick roar, rippling and dancing like waves on water.

The night hung low; amidst the darkness, a red star appeared where heaven met earth. Soon after, the starry sky unfolded.

She was Lin Yi’s master. According to Bai Zhitian’s understanding of Yang Tong, in several cycles of reincarnation, he always revered his teacher. Blue Moon was protected within Lingxiao City; as long as she was unharmed by Yu Fan, this bond was enough to counterbalance Mo Xue of the Taiji Palace.

A blue mist quickly enveloped him before he lunged fiercely toward Melanie.

“Halt!” Tossing the genuine advanced blade in his hand, Gong Ben shook his head abruptly as the aftereffects of severe blood loss began to manifest.

The supermarket in Kuli City was the largest mall A Zhi had ever seen. The dazzling array of goods displayed on the shelves was overwhelming, a reflection of Kuli City’s status as a port, where the volume of goods flowing through surpassed ordinary imagination.

“Xiu Xun knows now. Hmph, Pegasus Ranch is no pushover either. If they want to squeeze us, let them try!” Shang Xiuxun’s face turned cold, a wave of icy aura rolling off her pale samurai outfit, making her appear heroic and resolute.

Originally inspecting war preparations in Jinzhou, Iron Bull received Yang Bo’s orders and dared not delay, returning immediately with several bodyguards the same day.

Later, Scipio returned to his camp and reported the matter to Rabinnus, who was deeply shocked and wondered how this would affect the planned assault. But Scipio was full of confidence, saying that with just thirty war elephants, he would surely defeat Caesar.

Fire Dance’s beautiful eyes were alert; she was now waiting for the referee’s command to launch her attack.

Just as Ning Rongrong was about to pull herself back, she heard Dai Mubai’s gentle voice.

Old Chen heard nothing and dared not look back, avoiding any scenes he was not meant to witness.

Si Yan loved the thrill of speed; if it didn’t push to the limit, what was the point of extreme sports?

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“I’m only responsible for delivering people, nothing else,” Li Shengnan said coldly, then turned away.

Zhuo Liuyun offered no explanation. He had sold everything he owned to invest in Yunlai County. Just as the county began to improve, the emperor dismissed him from office.

“Start with four bottles,” Yu Huan said without batting an eye, looking like the legendary tycoon.

The others all saluted. Regardless of anything else, his refusal of the Blade’s invitation showed loyalty to the human race worthy of respect.

Ning Rongrong was irritated by him but instinctively glanced at herself; indeed, she looked a bit dirty, some places scraped by branches.

With a slight thought, the spiritual power in his sea of consciousness, which had not been used since recovery, now stirred from its lifeless state.

However, the previously evaporated ice water immediately boiled upon their jump, cooking them alive amidst their screams.

“Becoming sentient…” Li Xiao swallowed hard, attempting communication but found the faint intelligence akin to a newborn baby or chaotic fog—vague and difficult to connect with.

Su Chen was moved as well, a trace of sorrow in his heart. This ancient hegemonic clan was so terrifying that even these powerful beings were filled with sadness.

They had persevered so long; now to give up—even if willing, their leader would not agree. They could only grit their teeth and wait.

A beam of white light, as thick as a well shaft, shot vertically from the void, illuminating Wushan.

When they saw Chongzhen again, his face aged decades—no, centuries—in an instant. His body could no longer bear the weight of time; he died once more, this time utterly and completely.

The old professor carefully examined the calligraphy and paintings laid on the table. After a while, his expression was unreadable. From a drawer, he took out a rust-covered bracelet and placed it on the table.

Xi Feng said, “So this ‘Sweeping the Thousand Armies’ is a Daoist technique? Then the black-clad man’s palm that repelled the junior must be the Shadow Sect’s Soul Extinguishing technique.” As he spoke, he extended his right hand, which appeared charred as if burned by fire.

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The others—over a hundred thousand people—were from major sects brought by three mighty warriors, all overwhelmingly powerful.

With two weeks until the new term, though still vacation, the headquarters of the Magic Association remained bustling with many magicians lingering about.

Bai Ling and Feng Nianyao didn’t understand. The stall owner was gleeful, glad he had sold the goods. Passersby watched curiously to see his reaction.

Eight sect leaders united to control the insect gu, the hooked snake roaring repeatedly. Scaly claws occasionally reached out of the insect gu but never fully emerged. Finally, Zhongnanshan’s sect leader Huo Tiandu controlled the Qingzhou King’s Mirror to cover the gu jar’s opening, completely sealing the hooked snake inside. The eight leaders did not relent; they had to fully refine the creature.

Zhang Liang chanted a Buddhist phrase, then descended from a large tree behind the hill. The Reincarnation Pearl hovered above his head, radiating golden light.

Among those hunting in Jiangdong, a few aroused his suspicion. Though they did not use his own magic, he sensed a faint, familiar aura. He had to discover who they were.

Slowly, she recalled moments spent with Liu Yaohui, growing more convinced that Xifeng’s words might be true.

“Could the deceased be connected to the working friend? If so, what was their relationship? But we have no idea about the deceased’s activities before death. We can’t speculate recklessly. It seems we must let the truth speak,” Li San began analyzing.

Her heart sank as her sharp nails shattered the ice block, but her legs were broken in the process.

Liao Yuan steadied himself and stared at the computer screen. Seeing that the red team’s UF squad had indeed locked in Vayne on the first floor, he was equally stunned.

Historically, such a situation had occurred. The diviner, to survive, had to choose to use only one type of spirit magic, painfully abandoning development of the other. Such pain was perhaps the greatest in the world.

Gao Wa hesitated, thinking how difficult life must be for the Empress Dowager. Regardless of Zhaofei’s intentions, serving the Empress Dowager as a mother for three years was no small feat.

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