Volume 1, Chapter 28: Facing the Impasse, Breaking Through Together

Upon hearing this, the old drunkard Lei Dongtian cast a sly glance at Long Feiyun and hurriedly scrambled to his feet to leave.

Aoyu smiled slightly as he spoke to Zhu Zimei and the others; although he had already guessed what they were thinking, he could not help but voice it.

Cheng Lingzhi arched her brows and logged out of the forum. Since she now knew the root of the matter, the most important thing was to discover who exactly was trying to smear her name.

At this thought, the general gripped his sword even tighter. The capital must only allow flowers to bloom and wither; it could not tolerate even a single drop of blood to stain its soil.

The floor of the entire stone chamber was laid out with a nine-by-nine grid for a game of Go. There were no pieces on the board, only countless skeletal remains.

Having heard Song Niucha’s explanation, Yingjun looked at the other family members who had also become high-level Heaven Realm masters and felt tears of frustration welling up in his heart. He never expected that while he was away in the Golden Triangle, these old geezers would all have reached the same level of mastery as the Soul Gate elder and the goat-bearded old man.

As the five-second countdown began, the cheers and screams of the onlookers grew even more intense. Everyone knew the thrilling moment they had been waiting for was about to arrive, and the Porsche supercar driven by Yingjun began to roar, its engine sound stirring the blood of all who heard it.

Shinichi Yazawa bowed slightly. "Greetings to you both. It is a pleasure to meet you; I hope for your kind guidance." His Mandarin was impeccable.

Cheng Lingzhi blinked, wondering what had gotten into him. Could it be that his brain had stopped functioning properly after just two days without food?

The Qilin Divine Palm was, as its name suggested, extraordinary. Its momentum was world-shaking, and its force was like crashing waves. Once the divine palm was unleashed, Huang Kui’s cultivation would never be enough to evade it. Even if he survived, he would be severely wounded, unlikely to recover for a year or a year and a half, during which time his internal energy would be completely lost, leaving him no better than a cripple.

Wandering through another city, Feng Lin discovered that this country was home to all kinds of races, suggesting that a great integration had taken place long ago.

Previously, Feng Lin had deceived her, leading the naive girl to perform several shameful acts that even Luo Yu and Feng Xi would have refused to do.

This was why, upon defeating the Shenyuan League faction, the Sword Hero chose to head right, seeking to aid the Destiny Faction and the Celestial County faction disciples, who were located where the stronger factions were gathered.

"Xi Shi Tofu Pudding." Lin Wei had only walked a few steps when he stopped at the adjacent stall. The owner of the Xi Shi Tofu Pudding stall was a girl from Sichuan with a fiery figure and fair skin; not only was she beautiful, but the tofu pudding she made was also delicious.

Red Boy felt the pain in his backside and gritted his teeth in anger. He quickly raised his Fire-Tip Spear and thrust it toward Sun Wukong.

By six o'clock, the sky was almost completely dark, yet the few remaining dark clouds on the horizon looked gorgeous and varied. A massive, nameless tree stood between heaven and earth in the center of the front courtyard, surrounded by bushes and entrances leading to other areas. However, according to their instructions, they only needed to enter the main building in the center.

As the hyena girl was speaking, her body suddenly trembled, for Feng Lin’s hand had begun to slowly slide inside the animal skin she was wearing.

The twenty-six Imperial Guards at the Taiyi Golden Immortal stage were still a yard away from Qi Tian-shou, yet this young man in white was standing only a meter, if not less, away from him.

The wide-faced man looked as if he had found a savior; he immediately stood up and rushed toward Nie Fuxuan.

Luo Yunfeng’s heart was in turmoil, yet he had no idea where these people had gone.

The Emperor-level expert, Xianyu Di, was an invincible force. If he could truly descend upon Earth, it would mean destruction for him.

From Zhao Baoyu’s very first sentence, he had had a bad premonition; he had not expected that his Mother-Child Blood Soul Technique would be discovered by Zhao Baoyu.

Rong Jindong murmured to himself, then turned to his subordinates and spoke in a low, cautious, and cryptic tone. His meaning was much the same as what Rong Yun had said: he was warning the younger generation not to act foolishly and not to lose face in front of the foreign envoys.

At that moment, countless fluctuations rippled out within the surrounding space.

Whether or not it was true, it was too late to think about it now. The top priority was to clear the Yun family’s name.

As he said this, a brilliant radiance burst forth from the white jade sword in Ye Xuan’s hand, causing a magnificent sword intent to erupt throughout the surrounding world.

Even now, as a fledgling White Dragon, Yan Yunchen was already this powerful; it was hard to imagine what terrifying scenes would unfold when he finally cultivated into a Green Dragon.

The wanderer felt a vague sense of unease, a powerful, instinctive premonition that his life could be snuffed out at any moment.

These were all details Ye Xuan had gathered from the mission briefing before arriving here.

"Mom, when the time comes, you could also rent a storefront to sell clothes." Although they were currently selling clothes, their space was limited, and they couldn't sell much.

Lin Xi opened her mouth. The words "Let’s go find a noodle shop" were on the tip of her tongue, but she just couldn't bring herself to say them.

Others might not have known, but Ximen Xuefeng had suffered greatly; he didn't know how many times he had been beaten by Wang Xiu in the past few days.

Decades ago, Gongye Huang had been practicing in seclusion in the Black Valley near Zaohua Cliff when he suddenly suffered a deviation in his practice, causing his body to fuse with the stone. Fortunately, his primordial spirit remained unharmed and his true essence remained intact. After decades of bitter practice, he managed to transcend the catastrophe and restore his form, gaining the ability to let his spirit soar through the universe.

Inside the Great Golden Ship of Guangcheng, the many elders could not help but gasp in shock at what Luo Jun had said.

Ruan Tian had never checked the balance of her bank card, so she did not know how much money Mu Nianchen had deposited into it.

"We will live here from now on. No one will be able to bully Mom, and besides, you still have me," Lin Ruining said.

This hotel was once the property of the Ruan family, but it had long since changed its name. The current owner’s surname was Mu, and he was Ruan Tian’s former fiancé.

One could only hear the crackling explosions of air as fists and feet met in mid-air. The two fought with all their might, but against Wang Xiu’s impenetrable defense, it was completely futile.

Wang Xiu felt a sense of desolation. Now, he truly could neither advance nor retreat; death awaited him on both sides. Still, Wang Xiu decided to take the gamble.

Only after hearing Li Youcai’s footsteps fade away did Li Yuhe’s restless heart finally find some calm.