Chapter 42

I brought everyone back to the Heavenly Realm, landing not far from the outskirts of the Southern Sea's main city on a vast plain. As we were about to depart, riding upon the auspicious clouds, a streak of blue light pierced through the heavens and shot directly at me. I extended a finger to point and halt the beam, only to see the tip of a sword continuously erupting with sparks, determined to breach my defense.

With this profound Qi barrier in place, even if Yun Xiao and Leng Xue were to make a huge scene inside the room, the Dragon family members outside wouldn't be able to hear a thing, for within the entire Dragon family, no one's strength surpassed that of Leng Xue.

This was something Lu Yu had anticipated long ago. Although this handgun could fire bullets with the might of the Soul Splitting stage, it did not mean it could directly rival a practitioner of that realm. After all, besides magical power, a Soul Splitting cultivator possessed overwhelming spiritual pressure. Of course, catching someone off guard in an ambush meant one shot, one kill, just like the old man from before.

That Xuan Qingsong, who had the chance to be accepted into the Medical Alliance—a talented youth? Lu Yu shook his head with a look of disdain.

This was an elder's lingering care for the younger generation, even though he did not know that Ao Xingchu had already grown far "older" than him.

The water bandits, however, could not endure it. Two guns along with the boatman plunged into the water, while five sabers gathered together, some joining forces and others channeling their own internal energy to resist with the Dragon Flame True Qi. As for Leng Jiang, he channeled his energy alone and struck out with his palms to counter Zhan Hongfei.

Destroying an opponent's chance once, granting them an opportunity once, and then entrusting the final chance to them so they could make their own choice in the future.

An icy longsword condensed and rose amidst the snow, grasped by a delicate hand. The winter light flashed abruptly, soaring even into mid-air, carrying coldness alongside ruthlessness.

And even if she died... Lu Yu believed vampires must have a thousand and one ways to make someone willingly cooperate.

The cauldron behind Muyuan was named the Heaven-Refining Divine Cauldron. Once entering his body, it merged with his bloodline while helping him awaken his ancestral bloodline and rapidly stabilizing his spiritual reservoir.

Seeing Janna and Richard Eva taking turns, Solor Flame, who had been sitting with his eyes closed to recover his strength, suddenly opened his eyes and called out to Janna, who was about to stand up.

Li Mo had already unlocked the barrier shrouding the mysteries of human life and pulled back the canopy that obstructed the Hand of God. Yet, Li Mo encountered a whole new set of difficulties.

By utilizing the Purple Origin Pill, Muyuan touched upon the threshold of the Divine Union realm, allowing him to condense a Divine Union avatar for a brief moment. As for the others, mixed with burning anger in their hearts, they were on the verge of erupting at any second.

Drawn by an involuntary impulse, she arrived here. She only knew Xie Yanqiu lived on one of the floors of this building and had to ask passersby for the specific room number.

Fang Qingxue wore a sorrowful expression as she drove her flying sword into the ground and bowed deeply toward the direction of the Sword Graveyard.

Every single [Law Fragment] was the most precious essence of knowledge condensed by an apprentice from their comprehension of the laws under the guidance of the Wizard's Will.

Seeing his companion show such a lack of tact, another apprentice nearby, who had originally only intended to help build up momentum, could not help but sigh.

Qin Zhijian said this as he pressed both hands onto Gao Jindian's shoulders, then gently bumped her head with his chin.

Feeling the terrifying heat of the vessel fire, the rogue cultivators at the scene instantly let out a wave of staggered gasps of astonishment.

What on earth was inside the box? Everyone stretched their necks, waiting for the answer from the person on the arena stage.

"This is all thanks to your good teaching, Big Brother Wushuang. Otherwise, I would never have been able to master this swordsmanship to the acme of perfection in just two months," said Jian Meng'er.

An Guo felt immensely helpless; he could not break through and feared that dragging out the time would ruin everything. He desperately needed to find someone to help him pass on a message, but who should he find?

Luo Lu got up to greet "Father" before continuing her work. A thought stirred in Yin Xu's mind—this old gentleman must be Luo Lu's father.

Zhang Ling looked at Huazi and Minghui, knowing that their current state was also because the Demon Lord had previously displayed his terrifying might to intimidate them. Therefore, the most crucial task was to find ways to help them rebuild their confidence and rekindle hope.

Numerous powerful figures cast their gazes around, wanting to find the person who had cast the space-time confinement, yet they could not find the slightest trace.

Gu Yuan immediately voiced his question. Walking here had completely tensed every nerve in his body, and he looked toward Xiao Yan, feeling puzzled.

"Blood is thicker than water!" The white-haired old man muttered to himself and let out a long sigh, evidently stirring up too many lingering melancholies in his heart.

However, it was also possible that the ghost had some grievances and wanted to seek help, hoping Wei Dao and the others could assist. He seemed to have had this exact feeling while looking at the portrait on the hearse just now. What kind of regrets could this ghost possibly harbor?

Before Chen Shi could even feel surprised, he suddenly felt a wave of heat on the back of his left hand. Following that, all the vast strength that had suddenly surged in the previous second completely vanished.

Everyone understood the logic, but while he did it for my own good, he never considered my feelings. I really hated that kind of arbitrary decision-making. I wanted to see him; there were still many things I wanted to ask him in person.

Put that way, I hadn't suspected him before, but now, his suspicion was growing heavier and heavier.

Xu Hao knew his brother was comforting him, but in the face of absolute strength, he could only bow his head in submission. However, the pride in his heart only made him admire the opponent's methods even more while fueling his competitive spirit.

The etiquette here was vastly different from that of ancient China. Even if there were one or two minor discrepancies, they were inconsequential. Moreover, people could get married and hold wedding ceremonies at the age of fifteen here, a point that left Zhan Wushuang somewhat unimaginably surprised.

Liu Shi wept tears of joy and rushed forward wanting to embrace him, only to abruptly discover that, apart from Hou Junji, a whole courtyard of men dressed in black with masked faces was kneeling on the ground.

"There you have it. Maybe it's just that you've run into some eerie things lately; otherwise, you wouldn't believe it so easily." I figured that when it came to delivering fried dough sticks, that man probably knew something about it too.