10. Northward, Northward

Ever since the Great King announced his seclusion over half a year ago, Wu Ya had kept watch for a time. Black Armor and White Skin, however, held no respect for one another and clashed frequently. Wu Ya had no interest in these squabbles, nor did he harbor any ambition to become the new king after the Great King’s disappearance. Seeing the conflict inevitably spreading to him, he realized a war with the two brothers was unavoidable. As a bird, he would be at a distinct disadvantage fighting two water demons in the aquatic palace, so he simply chose to avoid the trouble and returned to his ancestral home, the White Deer Cave Academy.

The Dao-Performance Arena of the Origin Dao Sect was like a vast mustard-seed space; although one could see the end at a glance, its true dimensions were far greater than what met the eye.

Although Zhao Tianlang had witnessed the God Emperor slay players with a single strike many times before, seeing it again left him feeling not just admiration, but a growing sense of dread.

This was the only word that could describe the Cleaner’s punch; any further description would be superfluous.

At this moment, Lin Bai’s gaze was like that of a beast about to reap lives, filling everyone with overwhelming terror.

The bullet was already chambered; she only needed to gently pull the trigger, and in an instant, Liu Qiang would lose his life.

Beside them, the Bone Yaksha King and the Dark Yaksha King nodded slightly. Exterminating the clan—was that even possible?

"That simply won't do!" The county magistrate understood well that if he truly made the son of the Marquis of Jiangxia apologize to him, he would inevitably offend the Marquis.

"You've reached that point, but how did you know about the meeting?" This matter was classified as S-level secrecy; how could the common folk below possibly know?

Hearing Li Hao’s words, the pupils of those around him constricted. They exchanged glances, a flicker of trepidation crossing their eyes, followed quickly by a sense of schadenfreude.

"The Yi Fist?" Seeing Sun Ce’s confusion, Zhu Jianping hurriedly explained. It was whispered among the people that Sun Ce had created a new style of boxing derived from the principles of the Book of Changes. Some called it Taiji, others called it the Yi Fist, the Dao Fist, or the Divine Fist; the names were as varied as the people who spoke them.

The war drums signaling the beheading of a general suddenly sounded. The guards beside Deng Zhan stepped forward, tore down Fan Chou’s battle flag, and cast it to the ground. His soldiers, filled with excitement, charged forward while shouting in unison.

Five years ago, his father had hidden him beneath a water well. The assassins sent by the Yan family killed his father, but before dying, his father had covered the mouth of the well with his body, preventing the killers from discovering the person hiding below.

There were no fluctuations of magical artifacts, but having witnessed the combined artifact known as the "Great Dream of Three Thousand," the crowd dared not jump to conclusions. What if it were another combination?

Shu Yin stepped aside, staring blankly at Yan Xiaojie, who sat with his eyes tightly shut. For the first time, she felt his face held a touch of integrity.

Guanyin’s voice now carried a tone of gnashing teeth; he knew Tang Sanzang was retaliating—a blatant, naked act of retaliation intended specifically to disgust others.

Before Zhang Zhi left, he was summoned by the Immortal Emperor. One could not refuse the Immortal Emperor, so Zhang Zhi had no choice but to head to the highest palace in the Immortal Realm.

Guo Tu went to see Yuan Tan, and now he intended to ransom He Yong. It was clear he wanted to revive the prestige of the partisan faction and unite them around Yuan Tan, hoping to seize a portion of Yuan Shao’s connections. Whether this goal could be achieved was of vital importance to Yuan Tan and Guo Tu; naturally, he would not take it lightly.

Sometimes, obsessions are strange things. What might be trivial to others was, to Bai Qiu, of the utmost importance.

The Heir Apparent remained silent, neither answering nor stopping Su Chen. I couldn't help but exhale in relief: Your Highness, I am truly innocent! Now that a third-party witness has clarified the sequence of events, surely you can let me go?

"Li Rui, why are you here?" Yan Chengqian’s brow furrowed, a vague sense of unease fermenting within him.

Arriving at the beach, Yan Anxing and the others had already begun to enjoy themselves. Wang Manni wore a sexy bikini, drawing the gaze of countless male customers.