44 The Mourning Hall

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What transpired in Northern Luo could never happen again; otherwise, what purpose would this alliance serve? In the ninja world, the more formidable one's power appeared, the more respect and caution it commanded. Shadow-level warriors stood at the pinnacle of the entire ninja realm, and none of the Five Great Ninja Villages would choose to conceal their existence.

At some point, Lin Yunfeng and Lin Houde arrived as well, having evidently overheard some of the conversation. Their faces were filled with silent disbelief, unsure of what to say.

The guards of the manor, upon hearing Han Shie’s disrespect toward their lord, slowly moved closer to Yuan Jing. After all, they were her protectors, and no matter how formidable the opponent, their duty was to defend their master.

These puppets, each possessing the strength of a Great Dao Immortal, coordinated seamlessly, cutting down immortals as easily as slicing vegetables.

The more battles were fought against the Tianya Palace, the more the allied forces realized how formidable the palace was. What began as mere training evolved into brutal battles where life and death no longer mattered.

Qiao Jia, the foremost of the Seven Heavenly Kings, remained undefeated to this day, never having faltered on the battlefield.

“Why don’t we take it down and see what exactly was written back then?” Luo Feng said with a smile.

Now, with Kato Eagle having slain Biwa Juzang, only one of the original Seven Ninja Swordsmen remained—Watermelon Mountain Puffer Demon.

Northern Luo’s expression flickered. It was not surprising that the Four Supreme Powers had arrived so early, but for them to have already clashed revealed a specific cause. Perhaps something had been plundered from the Dragon God Cave ruins, sparking their confrontation.

Hecate even cited Hera as an example, claiming that the goddess must have wished to learn this sorcery. Mastery of this magic would allow one to revisit old haunts.

By embedding the sea tower stone in the hull, its energy would cause marine creatures to perceive the ship as part of the sea. Adding a propulsion method beyond wind would allow the ship to pass smoothly through windless zones.

“You.” Meng Luo looked at Yun Xu foolishly, while Yun Xu frantically tried to unlock the chain. But the chain remained unmoved, deepening Yun Xu’s worry.

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The great hall was empty, with no Ninfa Daimon attending. At its center stood a black loom, but Atropos was nowhere near it.

He had not retrieved the red-robed puppet’s body from the flames; its form was already damaged the moment it was touched by fire. Its dense life force slowed the burning, as it clung to the puppet’s body.

Possession of the ball changed hands; Thaleson’s forceful attempt failed, passing to Fuye, who pulled up and shot the ball, only for Markov to snatch the rebound.

Amidst the endless yellow sands outside the tower, Thanatos floated beneath the eternal night sky. With a swing of his scythe, he carved a vast rift of darkness, trapping the entire pyramid within. The dark rift, along with the pyramid and Atum, drifted toward the edge of the land of eternal night.

“How much for this?” However, the Time-Space Divine King pretended not to hear Zhao Zhou, continuing to walk alongside several itinerant merchants, appearing to browse goods while heading toward another street corner.

Since then, Li Ye remained human, but his powerful physique could instantly annihilate any bloodline rival of equal level.

After that night, Ye Feng had not seen Liu Wanrou. Whether she deliberately avoided him or was genuinely occupied, Ye Feng’s calls always went unanswered.

“From now on, I am no longer the God of Destruction! I am the God of Ruin! Remember that; don’t make the same mistake again!” Badak solemnly declared to all, intentionally altering his title. After this outburst, the entire ninja world would likely change how they addressed him.

“Who said that? Tonight we’re going elsewhere. Watching Xinxin here is nice, but it lacks passion,” Ye Feng said, lying on the carpet, leaning against Wang Wen, gazing at the stars together.

“It’s not about flirting; I just want to talk about ideals and life with her!” Old Pig said earnestly.

Though the Xi people’s allied forces had retreated, a powerful army remained on the Liaodong Peninsula—the Khitan army. Over sixty thousand Khitan soldiers were stationed outside Gushan City, still unaware of the Xi forces’ defeat. Their withdrawal was inevitable; the issue lay in how they would retreat.

Xuanyuan Rui immediately understood his aunt’s purpose for visiting. He swallowed the food in his mouth with a gulp, choking and coughing, hastily drinking water to wash down the sweet, creamy flavor deep into his stomach.

“We’ll return to the tent shortly, and I’ll start refining medicine,” Wenren Ya said decisively after some thought.

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“I caused this problem myself; let me handle it. You just watch from the side,” Badak smiled at Weiss and said.

At this critical moment, everyone involuntarily paused their commands, staring at Duan Jinrui with a numb expression.

The night the Heart-Seeking Sword was born, its long cry echoed over the Yanshan Mountains. Those unaware thought another divine weapon had awakened with sentience, threatening to stir the martial world anew.

“Sixty thousand soldiers, plus fifty thousand slaves? I’m a prince, and Gallop had me face a viscount? That’s infuriating!” Harrington fumed.

Shorty Luo heard “mutual cooperation” and was momentarily puzzled. Yet, he maintained a calm demeanor, suggesting his cunning was deeper than his appearance suggested.

“Lightning Gale Horses? Can they be bred and raised?” Shao Yilong suddenly grew excited. What the army lacked most was weapons and horses. Having the materials for weapons was half the battle, but horses remained elusive. Ordinary horses could not endure the intense training of the Mo Lin Legion.

By late December, Liu Beibei returned to school early for final exams, slightly easing the stalemate.

“But don’t forget, Jiang Zuo’s family legacy is not in fists but in palm techniques! The Mountain-Breaking Palm hasn’t been used yet,” Su Qi said.

To uncover this final secret, she had barely endured a few breaths before nearly exhausting one-third of her true strength. This terrified her; her palm could not retract, and the balance achieved could only be broken by external force.