Volume 1, Chapter 39: Get Out of My Sight

Li Lan dared not meet his gaze; she could clearly feel that she had infuriated him. Inside the large tent, she huddled in the corner of the bed, arms wrapped around her knees, curling herself into a tiny ball. The man paced back and forth, burning with rage, before finally sweeping all the porcelain vases and bowls in the tent onto the ground. The sound was deafening. Shards lay scattered messily across the floor.

On the other side, the Black Mountain Demon and his cohorts had just completed the merging of the four paths. An incredibly dark sphere appeared before them, exuding an endless aura of coldness. But the problem was, Mu Yunsu had already taken him to seek out a reclusive master; if his internal injuries were truly cured, wouldn't that be a total disaster?

Wu Chi was not entirely certain of how Guo Wei perceived the world, but he understood his sworn brother, Chai Rong, quite well. One year, two years, at most three—once the Great Zhou had regained its vitality, Chai Rong would inevitably launch campaigns to unify the realm. When that time came, Shangguan Feiyun would undoubtedly be an invaluable and ferocious general.

Lu Chenyuan’s Sanctuary Heavenly Court had a sparse population, yet it possessed immense destiny and infinite resources. If it were renovated and its population increased, it could surely ascend to even greater heights.

"Not entirely; only what he gives with his own hands can be trusted." The Canaanite people were inherently kind and adhered to rules; he was not a man who would harm others. Moreover, with the Shaolin Temple behind him, he would never do anything to tarnish its reputation, especially not in such an open and honorable manner.

The strength of the Blais brothers was indeed formidable. From their brief exchange, Ryan had roughly gauged their capabilities.

The two talked in the space for a while until Xia Ye heard a knock at the door outside, prompting her to bring Xi Muyan back out of the space.

"What on earth is happening to the academy? Are they just sending us apprentices to our deaths?" Ryan said indignantly.

Therefore, before offering any advice, Chu Yanran wanted to understand the situation more clearly. Previously, she had only casually watched the videos in Qi Xingyu’s social media feed, but this time, she had to be serious.

Having refined the thirty-second Great Dao, Chris could no longer restrain himself. He stepped into the void and appeared before Lu Chenyuan, who was toying with the three figures turned into Reaper’s playthings.

"You cannot withstand this. I want you to die." The Sword Tyrant grew even more frantic; a swordsman moves only forward and never retreats.

The man hiding in the shadows was struck with terror. He wanted to cry out, but his throat seemed obstructed; he wanted to flee, but his legs felt as if they were filled with molten lead. He could only watch helplessly as his Linoone perished, the fleeting flash of steel being the white scythe of a Scyther.

Zhao Zhen did not know where she had heard something, or perhaps she had sensed something, and wanted to warn Ling Qingwan to be cautious. However, lacking concrete evidence, she dared not speak carelessly.

Sand City had stood for ten thousand years. Yet, it was not just the aforementioned families; they had sent people to follow behind Zhang Hao. What their true intentions were, no one could say.

Zou Yan looked at Ren Qiuling with confusion, but she stared back without yielding. Although her hands were trembling so violently that the two bowls of instant noodles were on the verge of falling, she stood her ground.

Eighteen black war banners appeared in the air. Zhang Hao had just defeated the Golden Blade Prince when these banners suddenly descended from all four directions. Layers of black light emerged in the sky, weaving into a massive net that trapped Zhang Hao within.

Following this, those who had been accompanying Zhang Hao discovered the members of the Mourning Clan hidden within the formation before they could even strike, and they were promptly surrounded and slaughtered by the battle formation led by Zhang Hao.

Pei Chuxing had been deducing the route the entire way and analyzing which factions had entered this place, but he had never imagined that there would be a third path beyond the two he knew.

His Soul-Guiding Technique required harmony with destiny and the laws of heaven; it was by no means an easy task. Furthermore, preventing a soul from being reincarnated was, in truth, not an act of kindness.