Chapter 48

Lin Tianxuan understood the calculation Wu Jiang was making: a battle of attrition. Lin Tianxuan was only at the fifth stage of the Mortal Shedding Realm, whereas Wu Jiang was at the seventh. From Wu Jiang's perspective, if the fight continued, Lin Tianxuan's spiritual energy would inevitably fail to keep up, and that would be the moment for his counterattack.

Aside from the Asking Heaven Peak, the main peak used for the cultivation of the sect's disciples, the Li family occupied three of the twelve Gewu Peaks controlled by the Blood Underworld Sect.

An old man was holding a candied hawthorn on a stick, accompanied by a man dressed in green robes. Walking leisurely from afar, the man followed behind the old man while leading a blue donkey.

Hearing these words, the various commanders were greatly startled. Their gazes flickered incessantly, and their expressions grew profound.

However, how could Shao Heng allow him to leave? With a casual wave of his hand, he directed a stream of sword qi that brushed past the top of the assassin's head, like a gentle breeze sweeping over a summit.

Setting aside all distracting thoughts, Lin Tianxuan went to the bed, sat cross-legged, and quieted his mind until he reached a state of utter detachment and deep tranquility. Sensing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, he then guided it with his mind and heart.

Yet when Zhou Hong finished speaking, Zhou Yu's expression changed subtly. The star-wind stone in Xu Shuangchen's hand seemed to possess a magnetic magic, deeply captivating him. It even gave him the illusion that he was looking at that mutated void dragon once more, and at that moment, an overwhelming aura of space and time washed over him.

"Hehe! In every Bi-Moon Martial Tournament, the top positions are basically monopolized by the three major factions, leaving only a meager three or four spots. If you want to break into the top ten, you'll have to ask our White Tiger Hall whether we agree first!"

The head of the Su family retched in a low voice. The matron's lips were bitten to a bloody pulp; sensing that her appearance had been completely ruined, she wept continuously, making the surrounding atmosphere even more bizarre.

Circulating the spiritual energy within his dantian, he first expelled the chill from his body, then stretched his limbs to get the blood flowing and banish the cold.

Gradually calming down, Chu Yan felt the aura enveloping his body slowly subside, and his eyes returned to their normal state. Hearing the words of the Dao Envoy, he nodded, clenched his fists tightly, and forced himself to regain his composure.

He Wuji shook his head slightly, leaving Wei Jie's question unanswered. It was impossible to tell whether he truly did not know or simply preferred not to express any opinion on the matter.

When the people of the Red Dragon Alliance once again informed them that an unfortunate disaster had occurred at the underground factory, the investigators they sent did not bother to search the surrounding traces; instead, they immediately went to check a computer capable of connecting to those miniature lenses.

Yan Mengmeng did not keep Wei Jie waiting for long, though her complexion appeared somewhat displeased as she walked into his room.

A single candidate killed forty-three fifth-rank fierce beasts, including one top-tier fifth-rank fierce beast—this was simply defying the heavens, utterly shocking.

Even though Qi Pingcheng had been entirely unprepared, he was still a pinnacle powerhouse in his own right. To die in such an obscure and inexplicable manner was simply unbelievable.

If Su Ke'er were to actually fork out fifty thousand yuan this time, she would truly end up in such a miserable state.

Tian Xin glanced at him, causing him to shiver involuntarily as he could not help thinking, "Why has the boss's gaze suddenly become so terrifying?"

Therefore, at that very moment, Qiu Yingying was suddenly overwhelmed by an impulse to go home. The Li family was simply too terrifying; she never wanted to experience such a thing again.

Zhang Yi merely glanced at her briefly before withdrawing his gaze. He packed a pound of tea leaves into a tea box and handed it to Elder Zhao.

If not for the fact that you are the son of a high-ranking military commander and now the younger brother of another heavyweight, would you have been able to live until today?

Simultaneously, even more fury surged into Xiao Botian's eyes. Jiang Zhuo, you are too shameless! How can you use such methods to continuously torment others? Do you still possess an ounce of humanity?

To the east of the border fortress leading toward Jingxiang, there stood four towering, steep mountain ranges. With only a single narrow path winding up the mountain—too narrow for horses to ride abreast—they served as a natural shield for Wuguan.

At this thought, Cao Sanbao collected his thoughts and looked at Mr. Sun, who was still kneeling before the hall. From the afternoon until now, Mr. Sun had been kneeling for over two hours, yet there was still no edict of summons from the Heir Apparent.

It had been a very long time since he had last taken the initiative to seek out Nan Huike, even though he truly yearned to see her in his heart.

Feeling puzzled, Ye Xuan made inquiries and only then discovered that a concealed array had been activated near Blue Water Port.

Thus, if someone had leaked the news of Sun Quan's ambition to declare himself emperor in advance, it was entirely plausible.

Among the Three Tigers of the Grasslands, although they ostensibly kept out of each other's way and developed peacefully within their respective domains, Zhang Tianyi knew that no matter the faction, their territories would eventually intersect. And once they intersected, opportunities to borrow a knife to kill someone would naturally arise.

How many students always ranked near the top during ordinary mock tests, only to break out in a sweat and suffer from severe test anxiety during the college entrance exam, leading to a disastrous performance? Are there really so many?

Xia Nuanyan lowered her gaze, suddenly feeling that the wind was dazzlingly harsh, stinging her eyes with a burning pain.

The orb entered the black mist and unexpectedly absorbed all the mist being spewed out, continuing to do so until the giant eye finally ceased emitting the dark vapor.

During his audience before the hall, Li Ke presented his deductions to Li Shimin, suggesting that the recent assassination attempt within the palace was likely orchestrated by Guiyi City and carried out through some imperial prince who had access to the Lizheng Palace.

Jun Shilluo deliberately walked into the western courtyard; he simply wanted to catch a glimpse of that lonely lamp shining in solitude, never imagining that he would witness such a harmonious scene.

Shi Xiling appeared before them, smiling gently. "Xiaoge, you are growing more handsome by the day." With that, her gaze lingered on Xia Nuanyan, a faint ripple flashing in her eyes that she did not shift away for a long time.

Accompanied by this bizarre sound, beads of sweat seeped from the young man's face, his forehead, and even every pore across his entire body. Though he appeared motionless, it was as if he were undergoing strenuous physical exertion, and faint wisps of steam began to rise above his head.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Old Liu hesitated for a moment, then mustered his courage to speak, though his tone remained somewhat timid while he maintained a cautious distance.

Mu Chenghan had been a site assistant at Qiyun Agency for two years, and the name Wei Xiaojun was legendary to him. She was the manager of "Jianxi," Qiyun Agency's current hottest idol boy group, as well as a capable right hand to Boss Du. Because she rarely smiled, people behind her back called her the Iron Lady.

The primary requirement for practicing the Shattered Jade Scripture was to completely dissolve one's previous cultivation. Since Shen Borong had already spent ten years living a life devoid of any cultivation whatsoever, this requirement posed no problem for him at all.