Chapter Forty-Two: Huo Zhanting Pretends to Be Unconscious
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At that moment, Huo Zhanting, lying rigidly on the ground, was likewise recalling everything that had happened during this period.
The Great Lion’s memories came flooding furiously into his mind, causing the Imperial Marshal, who had begun with overwhelming authority and an air of lofty superiority, to come to an abrupt halt.
At long last, he understood why Su Xingye had pretended to faint when Yu Lan injected him with a sedative that time.
Right now, he felt like fainting himself.
He truly did not want to admit—
Another thunderbolt as thick as a barrel came crashing down. Qin Guan formed a hand seal and shouted, “Command the thunder!”
The twenty-four Bean Soldiers simultaneously pointed the Five-Thunder Swords in their hands toward the heavenly lightning. The thunderbolt seemed to plunge into viscous jelly, slowing several times over.
Unfortunately, no matter how formidable their martial arts were, they could never become men again. Seeing the blood-red stain between his legs, A-Xing declared, “Hatchet Gang, I will wipe out your entire clan!”
Yang Ming’s divine sense spread across a thousand miles in an instant. The Dragon Emperor was surrounded and attacked by the Taotie, Qiongqi, and divine generals. No matter how sharp the Tai’e Sword was, he had already fallen into a disadvantageous position. With Xu Fu and Ziyuan, his two reinforcements, dead, the Dragon Emperor knew very well that if he delayed any longer, he would be captured.
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Afterward, this forbidden zone of life, which had existed since ancient times, fell silent once more, without the slightest sound.
Yin Feng finally understood why Lou Wanzhong, the master of the Avici Underground Palace, had perished at this stage. It was not that his bloodline potential was inadequate; his ability to deduce the path ahead must simply have been insufficient.
Flying over a mountain peak, Yin Feng saw a temple nestled among the slopes, its incense burning vigorously. The entire mountain was shrouded in the faint fragrance of sandalwood, and the aura of Buddhism flourished.
Looking back on it now, Yin Feng was still seized by fear. If he had not left decisively at the time, he might already have met with disaster. After all, the name Zhao Xin was not unfamiliar to him.
But now, Yang Weiwei had suddenly said that the child did not belong to Lin Wanru, and for some reason, a trace of panic stirred in her heart.
“Big Sis, you came here for no apparent reason, then inexplicably brought me to take a look at Brother Mo. Don’t you have anything else to tell me?”
This person had shaken an immortal artifact by sheer force before he had even become an immortal, joining the ranks of those battling the Undying.
Rumble!
The astral gale and murderous aura finally dispersed. At that moment, the flying sword trembled from hilt to tip before suddenly dropping from the sky onto the passageway steeped in ghostly aura.
Gu Xiyan ignored him, rose, and escorted Cai Yulong out. After exchanging a few more words with her at the door, she returned to find Yan Huang already sitting there, eating a late-night snack.
Fortunately, they were mid-stage fourth-level martial masters who could transform true qi into astral force and condense qi into weapons. They had no need to engage the “Vegetable Tycoon” in a bare-knuckle brawl.
Regardless of the family or faction, if they kept such a humanoid elixir at home, even setting aside the danger of poisoning their own people, how much would a single bowl of its blood be worth if sold?
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Xi Shuangmu and Mei Changyin were led by Lin Xi to the Falling Blossom Martial Academy. At the cost of Vice Dean Huang Jianting’s life, they obtained two places as early-admission students of the academy.
One after another, top-grade third-level formation talismans were launched. Like flying crows, they drifted through a strange formation toward Ming Yueye, pressing down upon him.
They had even assumed that Yan Huang, because of his schedule, had asked his elder sister Ying Xuebai to fill in for him. To this day, not a single public fan outside the industry knew the true relationship between Yan Huang and Ying Xuebai.
Both men appeared to be young, and they bore a certain resemblance to each other. Handsome and erect, they each wore a close-fitting combat suit—one black and one white, matching the colors of the swords beneath their feet. The black-clad youth had a cold, resolute expression and seemed difficult to approach, while the white-clad youth wore a smile and appeared warm and affable.
The secret realm had regained its light, making the surrounding conditions clearly visible. As a result, both men flew at their utmost speed, unlike at the beginning, when they had deliberately slowed their flight.
“Heh heh. Tell me the exact location of your stronghold, and you may leave. Otherwise, not a single one of you will get away!” Zhou Yan said coolly.
As for the teams from Moonfeather Tower and the Western Emperor Sect behind them, they were also right alongside Lin Han’s team, each approaching two thousand points.
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