35 The Thirty-Fifth Iron Pillar

He replayed the memories following Yun Xia’s death over and over in his mind, finding a trace of it each time.

Zhao Dahai nodded in agreement; this was also his concern. He cast a disgusted look at Zhao Feng, wishing he could strangle him right then and there.

Upon hearing this, Mo Lishou nearly tumbled to the ground. He glared at the Golden Flower Attendant with annoyance and said...

He could not let him die in his inn, or it would be bad for business. He was about to suggest calling for another doctor, but Han Zhi would hear none of it.

A surge of anger flared up. Li Heng’an turned his head and glared at him sinisterly: "Are you here to save me or to make my life difficult?" He couldn't understand why he had been moved to tears by him earlier; he must have been beaten senseless by Wang Xiangzhi.

Seeing how worried they were, Liu Tiantian felt a pang of heartache. Xu Hong didn't care about her life-threatening situation, yet Lin Shi and Liu Lingyun were this frantic just because she was coming home.

"Brother Eryi! Since it's your day off, does that mean you don't have to go to school?" Early in the morning, Liang Qian bustled around Liang Eryi, her face full of attentive eagerness.

Lin Qiu recalled scenes from the Japanese idol dramas she used to watch, where a wife would tidy her husband's clothes and watch him head off to work.

Li Heng’an obligingly handed over the watering can and sat back down on the floor to continue smoking. She looked up at Lin Yifan’s profile; he was already seventeen and looked more like Dr. Yu every day.

"If I told you I could instantly raise your cultivation by a level, would you believe me?" Xiao Wuxie said calmly.

But just as she finished adjusting the settings, Yifei suddenly saw a very bright, blood-red dot flash across the screen and vanish. Startled, she widened her eyes and looked again, but the dot was nowhere to be found.

"Kill!" Xu Zhongda shouted in a low voice, his face as cold and grim as a demon god’s. His aura exploded instantly, and with a whoosh, he and Xu Yuan charged side-by-side into the cave.

The Alliance Leader of Fengyan looked at the Demon Emperor with hollow eyes, filled with a sense of powerlessness. Even as a God of All Things, he was utterly helpless.

"Die!" Mo Liu’s voice rang out once more. The moment the sound faded, the World-Ending blade had already reached the throats of the three wolves. Three sprays of blood splattered, staining the ground red.

Lin Tianxuan could look straight up and see the clear, pale blue sky, as pure as autumn water, arching over the Feathering Sect like a dome.

Zhu Yuzhen looked at the pile of corpses beneath the city walls, his eyes practically spitting fire. With his entire force of 300,000 soldiers launched, they had lost more than half before even touching the walls—how could he not be furious?

Shao Heng gripped the Heavenly Mystery Sword in his teeth, used both hands to exert force, and tumbled with Xiao Yu to the mouth of the cave.

This skill had been with Su Qi for a long time. It must be said that its utility was extraordinary; whether for supporting others or fighting solo, it was highly effective, which was why Su Qi was loath to replace it.

The more Shao Heng looked, the more it struck him as strange. The freak clearly looked as if he had been transformed into some kind of monster by a certain power, but the transformation had been interrupted halfway through when Shao Heng shattered the mysterious, power-infused stone pillar.

Each side had its own story, and even if some believed Liu Jianguo’s side—which appeared to be the "stronger" party—and didn't think the city folk were bullying anyone, without a written IOU or some form of evidence, the most one could conclude was that Liu Jianguo’s morality was questionable. But morality alone couldn't be used to convict someone.

At this point, the social banquet had ended. Ji Yuanxiao rose, exchanged a few pleasantries, and walked out.

Moreover, because it contained a spirit, it possessed the potential for infinite growth; perhaps one day, it would even transcend the Saint or Spirit grades.

But regardless, Cheng Yang desperately hoped he would come to find her, if only for the sake of the brothers at the Hongyi Hall.

The soldiers refused to budge. Military orders were as heavy as mountains; even if Jiang Min’an had ordered them to climb a mountain of blades or descend into a sea of fire, they would not have hesitated. How could they be dismissed by a casual remark from Jiang Chen? Besides, the status of the commander’s son was still inferior to the commander himself.

However, they could not remain in this stalemate. Many in the World Alliance were so infatuated with Yaoyue that they would surely be desperate to play the hero and save the beauty. Clearly, they would not easily let the Ancient Corpse Sect go; a full-scale offensive was inevitable.

Hearing this, Tianjiao, Dizun, and Lei Heng all frowned. This really touched upon the painful reality for everyone on the Central Plains continent.

Personally unleashing the Reincarnation Saint Palm, Lin Xiu finally understood its terrifying nature. His expression shifted; he was in the Panlong Valley, and around his room were elders and disciples of the sect. If this palm were unleashed, he feared not a single living soul would remain within a hundred meters.

The company staff had long been complaining about Fatty Gong’s various arbitrary fining systems, but they dared not speak out, nursing their grievances in silence. Ambition often fades when reality bites; with university graduates struggling to find work, a job paying a few thousand a month was enough to scrape by. Their once "lofty aspirations" were now drifting further and further away.

As the incantation was recited, a cylindrical fire barrier enveloped Master Azan and Lushang.

The arrival of the two princes today had been reported to the city, and the district should have been notified by now. For someone to come and cause trouble for Si Fan—wasn't that just seeking death? Wasn't that walking straight into the muzzle of a gun?

After the group of youths departed, Li Yu let out another long sigh. This sigh was truly heartfelt.

But he was no match for Kushina, who insisted on wandering around everywhere, making their task feel more like returning from a vacation shopping trip.

At this moment, the professor of brain development was in a hotel in Paris; he was a famous figure there, and thus, many treated him with great respect.

After dinner, Serena hurried off to sleep. Lin Xizhi stayed by her side, and only after confirming she was truly asleep did she step out of the tent. She placed several barriers nearby to ensure Serena’s peace of mind before heading toward the forest of the Pancham.

A swift, piercing sound rang out, and almost simultaneously, a streak of red light shot directly toward the mouth of the person who had just spoken.