To think that today, there are actually six such top prodigies of the sect.

"Invincibility is truly as lonely as falling snow."

Di Qiu stood upon the battle stage, gazing up at the sky, and murmured these words from the bottom of his heart.

The referee looked at the counter. Contestant number one on ring number one had already accumulated seventy-one points. At this rate, even if she failed midway through, as long as the remaining competitors did not secure more than seventy-one consecutive wins, her first-place ranking on ring one was safely secured. Truly, prodigies emerge with every generation... the experienced referee thought to himself.

This valley was not large, measuring barely over a hundred meters across. It was planted all around with various exotic flowers and rare herbs—some of which I recognized, while others I had never even seen before.

In his eyes, the moment anyone learned he was an immortal, they would instantly step forward, bow deeply, and back away ten paces with bent waists before daring to stand straight, after which they would make a disciplined and orderly retreat.

"You know of the Ancient Battlefield as well? Fierce gales rage there, the void is chaotic, the Heavenly Dao laws are incomplete, and countless fragmented formations lie hidden—it is exceptionally perilous. Could another divine tomb be located there?" Luo Yun said.

Upon returning to the company, A, B, C, and D tacitly chose to pretend they did not see Hao Xin, all keeping their heads down and working. Yet this very behavior struck a chord within Hao Xin. Her expression turned somewhat desolate, and she thought to herself: Indeed, she should never have appeared again. If they did not know how to face her, how could she possibly know how to face them?

Late at night, everyone retired to their rooms early to sleep. Tomorrow, Ling Ming and Cheng Nuo would set out for the main family estate to rendezvous with the task force. Tonight was their final night at Zhu Xie Chixin's home. With all matters settled, they only needed a good night's sleep to restore their vigor.

I knew what a sword was, but the scabbard baffled me. Why give me a weapon and a scabbard at the same time, especially when they had different names? What use could this possibly be?

There were words of encouragement, spectators just joining in the fun, and internet trolls. I had long since grown accustomed to such things. In our great CN, trolls and encouragers always coexisted. There was simply no need to pay any attention to these keyboard warriors unless you wanted to make life difficult for yourself.

The Shattered Cloud Sword struck, sending a layer of mist rolling forward, followed immediately by a succession of lethal techniques: Sweeping Wind and Clearing Clouds, the Backhanded Sword, the Golden Dragon Seizes, the Startled Thunder's Wrath, the Raging Thunder's Tremor, and the Sinking Thunder's Break. A long chain of sword forms poured forth, showing no signs of holding back.

"Does the Master of the Sky Palace mean to say he belongs to the flow of history? Yet he clearly manifests in this current era?" Hearing the reply from the Master of the Sky Palace, Elder Qingyun could not suppress his inner astonishment as he spoke.

Having merely glanced over them from afar, Lü Bu had already seen that the enemy troops were uniformly clad in iron armor and helmets from head to toe. The cavalry under his own command could be considered the cream of the crop among the Bingzhou elite, yet even so, the armor worn by his own soldiers fell short of that worn by the patrol guards in the camp outside the city.

Song Xinyue felt Xia Tian's breath brush against her ear, igniting a wave of fiery warmth deep within her heart.

Just think about it: the Western Expedition army simply did not wish to push things to the bitter end out of fear of trouble, but there was no army on earth that disliked beating a dog drowning in the water.

The ensuing day proved to be the most arduous of all. From the moment the sun rose in the morning until the moon appeared overhead at night, both sides finally brought their day-long slaughter to a close. The battlefield was left strewn with even more corpses; the moat had been filled in, the city walls were stained thick with blood, and numerous scaling ladders lay abandoned.

Given that this place was filled with tombs everywhere, the presence of vengeful ghosts and wild spirits was hardly surprising. Yet, to be able to trigger the nether qi to manifest through his body of its own accord—Ning Hao could guarantee that whatever lay beneath was definitely more formidable than the hundred-refined iron corpses of the White Witches.

The green bamboo behind him looked at Jing Chuan in confusion. Why had he suddenly stopped? Had they encountered a fierce beast?

"Since you have no style name, it is rather inconvenient to address you. Today I shall bestow a style name upon you: Yonggu. Gao Shun, Gao Yonggu." Liu Tian浩 (Liu Tianhao) still found it awkward to address him directly by his given name, so he simply gave Gao Shun a style name—the invincible vanguard of breaking formations, Gao Yonggu.

The Blood Moon Faha Wang struck out with a palm, sending Wu Wuhen flying away, then raised both hands high, converging all his true qi into his arms, and slammed them down with a loud crash upon the mountain peak materialized by the formation runes.