Volume 1, Chapter 32: Execution of the Plan

Yue Longtian felt a chill run down his spine at these words. Confess to Long Anqi? That would be no different from seeking death. Long Anqi’s temper was such that she was already unhappy knowing he was merely a tutor; if she found out he was something else entirely, wouldn’t she devour him whole?

Time slipped away in the blink of an eye. By four o’clock, the sea remained calm and winds were still. The Crown Prince had lost count of how many cigarettes he had smoked; the ground outside the car window was littered with stubs.

"Second Master, my First Master once told me that I possess the Nine-Yang Body and forbade me from telling anyone else. But I figured it should be fine if it’s you, Second Master," Xia Tian said honestly.

If anyone knew that Yan Fei was so self-critical, they would surely be stunned. Even combining his two lifetimes, he was only a little over forty years old, yet he now possessed power that even Sebastian could not hope to reach. He had achieved in forty years what even a Divine Dragon might not attain in thousands; he had every right to be proud.

On the Third World rankings, cultivators at the peak of the Tribulation Stage were not listed; the board only included those in the early, middle, and late stages of the Tribulation.

The heavy door to the room was smashed into fragments by the Greatswordsman. However, Adela noticed that although the Greatswordsman had been sent flying, he did not crash heavily to the ground. After two consecutive twists in mid-air, the fellow circled once, landed on his feet, and let out a long sigh of relief.

After a few low, cackling laughs, the man in black appeared instantly before Yan Fei and struck out with a palm. But he was met with Yan Fei’s icy gaze and a single word.

"No, we go together," Ye Yu said, stumbling over. He supported the giant white wolf with both hands, moving forward with great difficulty, step by step.

Xiao Feifei walked ahead, with Yue Longtian following behind. Only then did he notice that Xiao Feifei was wearing a dress today. This was the first time Yue Longtian had ever seen her in one.

"It seems I should help this fellow less often. Otherwise, he will never truly grow up," Lady Nine thought to herself.

As the President of the Federation, he was qualified to know the secret of telepathy. Even for the sake of humanity's destiny, Xiahou Zheng would never leak the secret, as doing so would bring a hundred harms and no benefits.

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Not daring to look back, he hurriedly supported Zhuang Bi and turned to leave. Shen Bingling was quite weak now, but she could barely manage to walk on her own and followed along.

The rage in his heart was hard to suppress, and Zhunti could only chant "Amitabha" over and over to extinguish the flames in his mind.

"At this rate, I might be able to condense my first Origin Force node in less than five days." Despite not sleeping all night, Xin Ji was full of vigor, his eyes containing a hidden brilliance as his physical condition steadily improved with every passing moment.

At the time, the three major factions had acted as the vanguard of the punitive army. The Mist Palace provided the effort, the Dawn Council provided the manpower, and the Club not only provided the funding but also stepped forward to carry the banner... By the time that war ended, the Quel’Thalas plains were ruined, the King of the Silver Coast was gone, and the many tribes of the West Coast had scattered.

For a time, the myriad worlds were in an uproar, with everyone debating why Tai Yi had rejected the challenges of Zhunti and Laozi, only to turn around and challenge Qing Hong instead.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that such an overly comfortable environment eroded her fighting spirit, causing her to naturally fade from Hollywood history.

This sent a jolt of fear through the running crowd; everyone would rather fight the Steel-Bristled Orcs than face the assault of a Lava Giant.

The man let out a cold snort. He could not afford to show weakness now; he had to be assertive, or he would fail to intimidate them. Even at this moment, the man was still plotting how to cow Tai Yi and the others.

As for those who held the Myriad World Membership Card, they had no interest in Tier 4 techniques; only techniques of Tier 6 or higher could attract them.

As the wedding march began to play, the host on stage introduced the couple, who were the envy of all.

"Brother Mingting..." Xiao Qiushui began, wanting to stop Song Mingting from accepting this duel. Given the reactions of those around them, Mu Shanzhao’s strength was clearly superior to Bai Fuyun’s. Moreover, for Mu Shanzhao to step into the arena knowing that Song Mingting possessed the Void-Breaking Dragon movement technique meant he clearly had the confidence to counter it.

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Li Yihang said, "Stop talking, you lot. I may be afraid, but I am a man of principle. There is no way you will force me to speak. If you want me to speak, then tell me the cause of my First Uncle’s death." He used this as an excuse to find a way out.

Susu raised her eyes. "The only thing I cannot fathom is this: what is a male doing, dogging my footsteps with such ulterior motives? What is his intent!" She spoke the last four characters with such force that each one seemed to hammer a hole into the ground.

"It’s alright! I can hold her a little longer today." Bao Bao leaned her head against her shoulder.

Luo Yun laughed heartily and said, "Good! With Lady Li’s word, I feel even more confident and emboldened. Come, let us all have a drink, and after that, we march on the Cold Jade Manor." Li Yihang and the others replied, "Cheers!" and drained their cups in one gulp.

He truly had not expected the plan to proceed so smoothly... but might it be going a bit too smoothly?

The twin-headed divine object was indeed down below, but how was he to descend? Between here and the mountain cliff below was a sheer precipice at least a hundred fathoms deep, with no footholds or places to gain leverage. Was he really to go halfway around the mountain?

Li Yihang finally understood: as far as the first seven levels of the technique were concerned, the oral formulas and the secret manual were actually the same, with no difference at all. No wonder Gao Deng had been able to chime in when he was reciting the formulas.