Chapter 31

"With the manifestation of my martial soul, the axe shall cleave the heavens and the earth!" Gao Hongliang’s vitality surged to the skies as a thirty-zhang-tall giant manifested behind him.

Only in the Qiankun Sect, during every competition, could the top fifty disciples enter this Weapon Graveyard to commune with divine armaments.

If there were no more supplements, Dou Dou and Bai Tang would be left to drool over the wine gourd in the future.

Seeing everyone dispersing, Su Mo stretched and prepared to report to Li Jicheng, only to turn around and find Jiang Cheng still sitting there, completely unhurried.

"Father, I made arrangements this afternoon. At this hour, they should have already arrived," Xi Yuan stated.

He noticed that in Qin Yuxi’s lectures, she frequently mentioned the concept of international standards, such as her narrative on the fleeting nature of medical aesthetics.

Currently, the two armies had entered a stalemate. The Red Dragon King had mobilized his troops toward White Dragon Heaven, but because the Black Dragon King remained inactive, he dared not commit too many forces. This time, Jing Fu was personally leading the army; a brutal battle was inevitable.

"You didn’t even give me a heads-up. Weren’t you afraid I might have actually killed you?" he asked, his brow furrowing immediately after.

I silently observed Gao Qing beside me. Although she dressed in a neutral style, her features were quite beautiful. In particular, the cool, languid air about her made one want to look at her more than once.

The "Soul-Confusing Breath" from moments ago had completely ignored the resistance of the seawater, striking Weng Kalai squarely in the head while he was caught off guard. The technique not only left him mentally devastated but also shattered all his defenses and preparations.

She threw herself into Zhong Lingyu’s arms just as she always had. Zhong Lingyu felt a twinge of guilt; after all, neglecting her last night and leaving her to return home with Yu Jin was highly inappropriate. After she ran over, he embraced her and spun her around, her laughter ringing out like swaying flowers.

Dragon roars shaking the world, phoenix cries echoing through the nine heavens, the Kunpeng striking across the void, the Qilin treading upon the air—golden lotuses of the Great Dao bloomed in the void, and an Immortal King descended upon the nine heavens... All sorts of astonishing visions appeared along that celestial path, waiting for Xiao Yue to walk upon it.

"Man follows Earth, Earth follows Heaven, Heaven follows the Dao, and the Dao follows Nature!" Xiao Yue spoke calmly, his hands tracing patterns in the void like silver snakes. It appeared simple, yet every movement was imbued with the Great Dao of heaven and earth.

As his consciousness touched the ground, a resistance quietly emerged, slowing the progress of his spiritual sense until it could not penetrate further.

True to his expectations, the attacks launched by the four manifestations of heaven and earth caused no damage to the demonic beast at all; to put it bluntly, these attacks were merely scratching an itch for it.

On the spectator platform, all the elders who had come from the Sword Gate stood up in unison, eyes locked firmly on Arena One.

"Since you have joined our guild, there is no need for such distant names like Blade Madman and Sword Idiot. Hmm—you can call me Jun Hao from now on." Because of the Divine Eagle’s addition, I was so overjoyed that my voice carried a hint of excitement.

Watching the spectacular performance of Zhao Jing and the others, Zhao Jing took Chu Feng’s hand. "Brother Chu Feng, isn’t it fun?" Zhao Jing seemed to be showing off her cleverness to Chu Feng. Chu Feng didn’t understand—wasn’t she afraid of being punished herself? Seeing the excitement in her eyes, Chu Feng simply smiled and nodded, watching the performance.

"Alright, enough fooling around. By the way, Fourth, the people you’re driving for, they must have some connections, right?" Chu Feng asked, looking at Fourth.

"Am I that annoying to you? You won’t even spare me an extra word," Yang Yueyao’s voice was choked with emotion.

But Xiao Zhenghong’s address of "Aunt" revealed that he was of the same generation as Yu Yuanzhi. It was just unclear what Yu Yuanzhi’s mother might think of that.

Yet, the moment Zhao Xiuyun struck with that palm, all the surrounding Purple Mansion masters shook their heads.

Looking at Gong Yu Caiyi, whose white silk dress fluttered elegantly and whose face behind the veil was surely peerless, Chen Hanhe felt a flicker of chivalrous pity, but when necessary, he was just as capable of being ruthless to a beauty.

During this period, Shangyun City appeared externally strict but internally lax. Everyone in the city went about their business as usual, with no sign of the tension that accompanies an impending great war. It was hard to tell whether the Eight Tribes of Tianshang were simply accustomed to the Jiaochu Tribe’s offensives or if they believed the Jiaochu Tribe could never reach the vicinity of Shangyun City.

Seeing that Su Fan had ignored him, Meng Hai’s mouth twitched for a moment before he roared in fury.

"Retreat!" Following this triumphant command, the Dongling soldiers gathered around Donggong Cangqiong, covering his withdrawal.

The war continued. After An Kangkang and the others eliminated Chloe’s vanguard, Qi Lin tracked the trail and found the old factory where Chloe had been temporarily stationed.

"I’m no rookie," Gu Lingyun replied, returning to his game matchmaking.

Madam Weng visited the Yunshang Clothing Store two more times, looking more haggard with each visit. She was pregnant with her fifth child, and her body was so thin that her protruding belly looked particularly striking.

After a long while, Sandao Ba nudged Huo Lei with his elbow—Huo Lei had been silent, tilting his head as if listening intently to something. "Hey, what are you listening to?"

Throughout the mountain path, every disciple of the Demon Sect felt their internal spiritual energy constricted, as if it had been filled with mercury and could not circulate. Moreover, they were filled with a lingering dread, feeling as though a pair of cold, emotionless eyes, capable of impartial judgment, were staring at them from all sides, ready to strike at any moment.

Over a dozen people stepped through space and ascended into the air, yet Ye Qi’s body did not move in the slightest.

Zhao Yazhi whirled around suddenly, her large eyes staring defiantly at Cheng Weiliang, looking both angry and flustered.

But after all, the Heavenly Dragon royalty were the rulers of an empire; if the Wuji Immortal Palace were to kill as they pleased, it would surely invite criticism. This did not align with the principles of the Wuji Immortal Palace, and Xiao Ling had no intention of relying on them.

Regaining his composure, Ye Xuanfu looked toward the old Daoist, his lightning-like gaze immediately searing into the old man and stoking his fury.

However, thrill aside, Tsuchimikado Yomi’s driving skills were truly beyond reproach; to be able to drive a car up a mountain, she certainly had her ways.

Their objective for this trip had been achieved: not only did they know that Li Yi still had a chance to recover and that his strength would increase significantly, but they also learned that another powerhouse at the Guiyuan Realm had emerged in the mortal world, aside from themselves.

Unless the opponent possessed a more powerful counter-spell, or the Firestorm had not truly struck the target as it appeared to have done.