Volume 1, Chapter 53: Fight to the Death!

"My name is Lu Bingxin, and this time I am responsible for leading you to the Nine Demons Realm. Along the way, you will obey my every command! Those who disobey will be executed!"

Dressed in a yellow dress with an exquisite and slender figure, and possessing the delicate and refined features of a traditional beauty, Lu Bingxin stood in front of Chu Tianxing and the others, warning them with an icy voice.

She was indeed one of the direct disciples of the All-Living Taoist Sect.

"Let's move out!" Lu Bingxin stepped into the void and took the lead, advancing through the air.

Walking through the air—that was a feat only martial artists at the Heavenly Profound Realm could achieve!

Mu Yuyao, He Kuangzun, and Li Xianfeng sped forward simultaneously, communicating secretly via voice transmission as they moved.

Chu Tianxing and the other twenty-six core disciples followed closely behind.

Seeing the disciples of the Heartless Hall and the Night Palace occasionally...

That was an emperor-realm powerhouse standing high above, and they needed ten of them, not to mention the tomb-guarding old man's internal complaints about the claim of a two-layered success rate.

This was the profound essence of the Xiao Family's Swordsmanship-Forging technique. It was only a pity that in her youth, Xiao Xiang did not know that these dry and tedious sword-forging techniques could become her lifeline today.

Regardless of everything else, having made such a grand display, the beacon tower had to be captured. If they possessed an overwhelming advantage in strength yet allowed themselves to be frightened away by a mere dozen or so Han people, Modu should no sooner step down as the Gudu Marquis; sooner or later, the dissidents within the tribe would overthrow him.

Any irreversible phenomenon occurring on Mars like this, if it were to happen on Earth, would be sufficient to cause the total extinction of all life on Earth. And unfortunate Mars, under this series of blows, ultimately formed this desolate "dead star" devoid of even a shred of sign of life.

However, this could save ten million after all. Should he participate as well? It seemed this game was tailor-made for him; not expressing anything would perhaps be inappropriate, right?

There is an old Chinese saying—good intentions lead to bad deeds, or it can also be understood as "things go contrary to one's wishes." Anyway, it all means the same thing, expressing that often when you work hard toward the outcome you imagine, the final result turns out to be vastly different from what you originally envisioned.

When Yeyu saw the newcomer, his first reaction was of that purple shadow who had descended from the spirit realm to the mortal world.

"General Meng, do you reckon Dugu can end the battle within a hundred moves?" Zhao Hao asked with a faint smile.

Perhaps he was too overbearing and brought too much pressure to certain people. Yet, with his own inner fragility, short-sighted vision, petty means, and inability to amount to anything, whom could he blame? If it were someone like Tang Jinyuan, no matter how overbearing Yun Lin's inner self was, wouldn't she still submit submissively like a maid?

Carrying a faint smile, Yeyu stood opposite, letting the heavenly tribulation wash over him without the slightest fear. He strode forward, and the ten-thousand-丈 flashes of lightning could not block his pace.

"You were not born when I was young, and you are old when I am born." This applied particularly well to Wang Xing and Ji Dong'er. Now that Ji Dong'er had a boyfriend and marriage was a matter of the next year or two, feelings were something one didn't even need to think about.

Madame Li spoke endlessly in front of Zhang Shaozhu, while Zhang Shaozhu barely took any of it in. He was constantly waiting, and finally, when that person uttered something about a "cult," Zhang Shaozhu snapped back from his thoughts.

"Hurry up and leave. It's not safe here. Let's part ways here." Lin Yu pushed open the door and vanished into the clothing store in a flash.

The middle-aged man showed no courtesy, casually sitting down, picking up the steaming fragrant tea on the table, and taking a small sip. The tea was overflowing with fragrance and was indeed fine tea. He looked toward Wang Yaqiao with an expression full of lingering aftertaste.

Watching most of the living beings who had been discussing the human race get wiped out one after another, the remaining living beings—regardless of whether they had spoken ill of the human race or not—could not help trembling with fear. Many of them took action immediately, wanting to flee this place.

The generals were endlessly busy reorganizing and dispersing the surrendered soldiers. Liu Ben waited two more days, and seeing that all places had calmed down, he decided to personally go to Shanyang to welcome Liu Xie first.

The group continued forward. At this moment, the light in the woods had become extremely dim. Lan Guoqiang was somewhat prepared, with a flashlight in his backpack. They held their flashlights and pressed on.

From the very beginning until now, Jin Xuejun was completely dissatisfied with this somewhat arrogant youth. He responded with a nod that was even more arrogant and perfunctory than the youth's, while An Zaishuo, upon seeing today's protagonist, put away his curiosity and greeted him apathetically.

"Right, I am indeed a grandson, and I can guarantee you that as long as you surrender, you will all survive!" Hearing that the other party was willing to negotiate, Sun Zicai immediately chimed in.

One after another, the corpses of the White Bird clan fell from the sky to the ground—exactly ten of them, not one more, not one less.

Blocking the retreat was a massive boulder. Relying on some unknown power, the boulder had appeared silently, blocking the passage without leaving the slightest gap. Such a boulder could not be destroyed in a short period of time.

Chen Feng's secret-consciousness divine spear failed to rescue him in time. As the gray shadow struck, Chen Feng was heavily knocked to the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

"Everything below is full. Everyone, please take what you need yourselves." Ye Xiang saw everyone's thoughts. Seriously! Even taking these things would draw complaints.

This Zichen Yue was simply a thorough tragedy. Fortunately, Bai Yuiling still had some sense of proportion and let him go after humiliating him for just two or three minutes.

"I originally thought... originally thought I could fool that child." Madam Ru said this to Jingrong. With the fall of the Yuanyan Mansion, she had aged greatly overnight, and the instant she saw Zhuoya just then, she seemed to have regained her former brilliance.

This was not because Ling Zuotian distrusted the system, but rather an action performed subconsciously by Ling Zuotian.

Only back then, Lu Lianzhen said it with a smile, while when Sheng Yahran spoke those words, her eyes were filled with anxiety.

Fairy Xueye discovered that her stamina was dropping rapidly in this exceptional cold, so she hurriedly cast a few healing spells, followed by buffing herself with "Elemental Resistance."

"Prince," Gu Shengge suddenly interrupted Ying Lei's words, "I'm a bit tired, I'll return to my room first." Without waiting for Ying Lei's reply, she turned around directly and walked out the door. Ying Lei did not speak again either, merely staring closely at Gu Shengge's retreating figure, a trace of light flashing quietly in his eyes.

"Grand Uncle-Master?" Chi Yao did not react for a moment as to who the Grand Uncle-Master in Han Ruyuan's mouth was.

Chi Yao drew closer, and the rotting stench grew increasingly heavy. She held her breath, tugging at her third senior brother's sleeve as she poked her head out toward the corpse.

"Master Lin, what evidence do you have to prove what you said?" Peng's father looked deeply at Lin Yuechen, missing none of the expression on her face.

"Your injury, has it still not healed?" He noticed the scar on Yan Fengqing's forehead. It wasn't very serious, but it was like a crack on white jade. He didn't feel it was a pity, just somewhat painful. What felt painful was that for merely this, Zhu Yonglin had abandoned her and ruined her reputation and body.

If it were the original owner from her past life, she might have felt heartbroken and sad that her good best friend was disliked by her own mother, but she had no such thoughts whatsoever. Because she was inherently a white lotus herself; how could she possibly be friends with a white lotus?

Of course, this place was also known as an aristocratic picking base, and coming here was quite costly. Often, having money alone wasn't enough; Jiang Yi's company had helped renovate the intelligent irrigation and environmental monitoring system here, so this favor naturally existed.