Volume One, Chapter 21: The Desperate Man Who Sells His Mother

No wonder the Bright Sect is hailed as the greatest power in Europe. With the strength of these individuals alone, they could easily sweep away any major force on the continent.

Take Lin Feiyu for example. His Yimu bloodline evolved into the Yimu Azure Sky Tree, and its power surged by an unimaginable magnitude.

There must be many hidden entanglements beyond this, far beyond what the current Lin Feiyu could fathom.

“I am ranked seventh on the Heavenly Talents list. How could I possibly fall into your hands?” Xu Meng shouted loudly, his face wild and frenzied, completely abandoning his previously elegant and refined demeanor.

He knew that the crimes he had committed in the past were likely already common knowledge. Perhaps He Zitian was already on his way to the Sun family, seizing this opportunity.

Neither Ling Jiutian nor You Sifang understood that their casual excuse had caused Long Yuan to pursue recklessly, undeterred by any danger.

Chen Yu’s heart leapt with joy as he unleashed the Nine-Turn Reincarnation Heavenly Yang and Mysterious Yin Technique. The overwhelming truth of annihilation spread across the sky, striking toward Qiu Daoqi.

Now that the Interstellar Media Group was no longer viable, Ji Rou and the others could take this chance to retire quietly and leave the entertainment world behind.

Chen Haoran could sense from Director Zhang’s aura what he was thinking.

His master once said that ancient divine beasts generally need to absorb vast amounts of spiritual energy cultivated by their human hosts during parasitism. The Nine-Turn Golden Silkworm, upon first entering Chen Haoran’s body, absorbed all the remaining fire-element spiritual energy from his Flame Sun Stone.

“Never expected a second-grade weapon to possess such formidable power!” Xuan Fo was somewhat frustrated. They hadn’t anticipated the current situation when they arrived. The terrifying insect race, starships equipped with ninth-level technology, combined with the weapon’s own destructive force—if not for the strong defenses of the Great Wilderness, they might never have made it back.

With that one sentence, he had effectively staked their lives. There was an unspoken message in Chai Shao’s words: if Li Shimin met with misfortune, the two of them would undoubtedly be the ones to die alongside him.

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Zhe Yan was about to step forward when suddenly the sound of thunderous hooves echoed from afar. In the blink of an eye, several squads of armored Forbidden Army cavalry, swords flashing in the sunlight, surrounded the arena tightly. Even Zhao Huan, who was about to leave, was trapped at the outer edge.

Indeed, Ling the Great Assassin had employed illusion magic once again. Now entering the ancient spirit burial ground, he had no desire to waste time on these two. Besides, he could only fight, not kill—holding back like that was torturous.

The remaining, relatively moderate members proposed a new and more feasible program—self-determination for mortals.

But for the master, this did not matter. The cataclysm was imminent; the human armies were gathering. Countless immortals and gods numbered in the billions, and the direct troops under the warlord’s command likely reached tens of millions. Dispatching tens of thousands of immortals was no challenge at all.

The Great Beauty left a poor impression on him—so poor that Ling Tian could have killed her on the spot.

Emperor Li II was now a political animal. His considerations were solely focused on how to maintain long-term stability in his new territories. The number of corpses beneath that stability was simply not within his realm of concern.

The area around the northern city bridge lay on the outskirts of the palace city—no civilians lived there. When the Forbidden Army mobilized, nearby residents realized something dire was amiss. Disorder was about to erupt; everyone closed their doors and dared not step outside.

In his palm, a snow-white token appeared, slowly rising to hover before the young man in the blue robe.

Tianchen Sect’s relationship with the Dan Sect had been mentioned by Han Yuning before. The ruthless founder of Tianchen Sect indeed hailed from the Dan Sect, but no one knew who his master was. Unexpectedly, the pitiful and heart-wrenching old man before him turned out to be that ruthless founder’s teacher.

In an instant, a terrifying energy wave surged toward the lake’s surface, stirring up tsunami-like waves. Violent energy permeated the sky and earth.

Ye Xueying issued the order because aside from water magic, Yu Jiao only knew how to fight in close combat with her dragon form. Unlike Su Zhen, who wielded swordsmanship, Yu Jiao’s spells were more powerful when using her dragon body.

Years ago, rumors often circulated in the palace that the princes and princesses of the Great Xia were perhaps the most extraordinary generation the world had ever seen.

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The two also brought another young man whom Zhao Yi had never seen before. Judging by his mannerisms and bearing, he was likely a direct descendant of the Ying family, bearing some resemblance to Ying Ying.

Seeing Ye Feng make his move, the Third Elder sneered coldly, his palm energy surging as a fierce wind howled, striking fiercely at Lin Xiao.

But as the other party repeatedly lowered their posture to plead, Rong Ying had to make an excuse, saying Shao Xun had urgent matters, suggesting they discuss things further when free.

The Starry Group’s arrangements in this regard were quite thorough, always maintaining the upper hand.

Recalling the agony of having his arm suddenly severed by Xing Ye, Long Yan shuddered involuntarily. He never wanted to endure that feeling a fourth time.

He knew he only had this one night, every moment precious beyond measure. How could he afford to waste time on these people?

Under the watchful gaze of the crowd, Meng Guanghui wiped his face, and once he realized what had happened, he began cursing loudly.

Tong Yao leaned against the refrigerator, sipping from her cup occasionally while observing the reactions on the sofa.

Though Qin Yanzheng thought this way, he had restrained himself somewhat. He turned his head, clenched his fist against his lips, coughed lightly twice, then shifted his gaze back to Song Lan. At this moment, his eyes were restrained yet tender beyond concealment.