Chapter 52

Just as the two sides were about to engage, the spiritual energy river that had been flowing below suddenly trembled and then shattered.

With a surge of overwhelming power rushing in, Liu Zhen’s aura rose rapidly, the spiritual energy pulsating through his body reaching an astonishing intensity.

Those heading to the Reception Hall would certainly be familiar with the Peerless Sword Sect; naturally, they intended to meet the sect leader or other elders, so the outer disciples did not dare waste time and immediately escorted them there.

After finally securing the visas and passports, ten days had already passed. During this time, she had been unable to contact Xiao’er, indicating the situation on her end was not promising.

Three days had passed since the battle at Penglai. During these days, Master Ziyin seemed to sense something and deliberately avoided Xu Yi.

The other leaders in the main hall had also regained their composure. They then looked respectfully at the three Ling Tian disciples; being students of the Zunwu faction alone was enough to command their respect.

Seeing so many people gathered, Jin Zhixian’s heart sank—he knew he wouldn’t be leaving today, so he decided to let go.

It was a vast corridor of dark teal, flanked on both sides by what appeared to be grand halls. The silence carried an ancient, solemn aura.

Witnessing such a strange scene, the audience exchanged bewildered glances, unsure how Han Li had managed to reverse the defeat and win the mysterious duel.

Once, a poet praised: “A thousand pines toy with the tides, a path leads into fragrant remoteness. The grass colors the world anew, song echoes beyond the frontier skies.”

“How’s it going? The new batch will be trial-launched next month; the schedule is tight,” Bai Zhuohan said softly, gently pushing away Tang Lan who approached him with a look of grievance, then turning to Danny Li, who was slumped in his work chair like a rag doll.

As Luke sat on the Tianjin Wind’s hull, flying toward Ernest’s location, Royt and the others began directing their admirals to quickly establish defenses in the sea near Zhuoran’s garrison, preparing for any sudden emergencies.

My ten fingernails were incredibly hard, able to slice through iron like mud, yet now they were effortlessly severed by his single sword strike. His treasured blade could not be an ordinary mortal weapon.

Just as I was about to investigate, I recalled the fierce rooster I saw that night; even now, the memory sent chills down my spine.

Moreover, with the other heavy cruisers, if all these ship girls could be controlled, they would form an undeniable force for the military police.

Rubbing my eyes, I found myself in a wasteland, facing a group of robust men clad in ancient clothes who were assaulting a girl in red on the ground.

After a while, I heard a noise beside me. Drowsy and irritated, I poked my head out of the sleeping bag to see what was happening.

He strode into the main hall and took his seat. The King of Hell and the King of Chu Jiang stood respectfully on either side, bowing slightly with lowered heads.

A few shots rang out, throwing the scene into chaos. All guests shouted and scrambled frantically for the exits.

Returning to the mansion, I saw animal corpses scattered everywhere. The demon soldiers revealed their true forms upon death.

No matter what she said, she would not blame Yang Qi or assist the Grand Elder. However, her words had placed a heavy burden of guilt on Yang Qi. Thinking of this, she cast a remorseful glance at him, hoping for his forgiveness.

The air suddenly grew quiet. I ceased my movements and leaned beside the white wolf’s corpse. This ace assassin had ended his sinful life, ironically by his own recklessness.

Ma Shuyao felt angry. Though their ties in school were not close, there had been friendship. Now Wang Pengfei disregarded that entirely. Did that mean Jiang Chen and Liu Tianli were no longer friends either?

The three great sects did not understand the runic laws; they only relied on the spirit convergence array, which gave Lu Feng an opening. His mastery of runes had reached the level of Divine Master, allowing him to decipher them from the creator’s perspective.

“Vivi, come see, this is a blue submachine gun,” Meng Ling, a gunsmith by trade, immediately sought firearms upon entering the virtual space and quickly found the highest-ranked equipment in the ‘Puba Ba’ shop—a blue submachine gun.

Perhaps having suffered as a weakling in the Hidden Sword Sect, she especially hated victories that felt undeserved.

The Emperor Xuanwu struggled to sit up, placing the jade seal on the imperial decree. After this act, his strength seemed utterly drained, collapsing onto the bed.

“What?!” Xia Zixuan and Shen Fei were shocked. Could this be the swordsman they had been seeking?

Upon learning that the old clan leader of the Merfolk Tribe, Lan Xi, had left no remains, the Dark Demon Lord’s already shattered body could no longer contain his power.

In the next moment, after weighing his options, Xiluo directly activated a skill on her magical treasure.

During this period of downtime, Ye Fei had taken the opportunity to consider and formulate a rough plan.

Though Hermione’s face was half-hidden beneath a tawny towel, Vanlin clearly saw her cast a reproachful glance toward Mrs. Weasley.