Volume One, Chapter 32: The Sword Halts, Yet Its Song Endures

After crossing a towering mountain, his gaze suddenly sharpened.

“Roar!”

Two spiritual beasts, their entire bodies blazing like miniature suns, tore wildly through the snowy forest. Their golden forms shimmered brilliantly, dazzling and radiant, their roars echoing through heaven and earth!

Golden lightning coursed through their bodies; their shapes resembled divine lions, crowned with golden dragon horns, foreheads covered in golden scales, their brilliance unmatched and exuding fierce, overwhelming aura!

They were in pursuit of a sword-wielding spirit.

Judging by their attire, they were members of the Mu family, who had previously teamed up with Yao Xi.

The Barracuda drew near the seabed, shutting down its engines and all external lights several hundred meters from the warning line. Its stealth and interference devices were fully activated, lying silently on the ocean floor like a slumbering fish.

Shen Xiu lived half his life following his heart’s desires; he knew his advice would fall on deaf ears and was too lazy to preach grand principles.

Zhao Ziyun carried a box of wine, pushed open the door, entered and closed it behind him. After setting down the wine, he sensed something was wrong. He stared blankly at the two inside, who returned his gaze with equal stiffness. After a moment, he spoke.

Even Federation warships, despite having intelligent brains assisting them, still required dedicated pilots to help with adjustments.

He only wished to put her in a dilemma, trapped with no way out, eagerly waiting for her to stumble at her finest moment, so he could step in and replace her, becoming the one admired in her stead.

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The announcement played three times in succession. Passengers on the high-speed train relaxed slightly; many had feared a hijacking, but upon hearing the announcement, they eased up—those who wished to chat resumed their conversations, and those wanting to sleep returned to rest.

This understanding thrilled Shen Mengxi immensely. Without hesitation, she dashed toward the dilapidated temple ahead.

The more the Emperor thought about it, the better the idea seemed—it would prevent him from confronting the Dragon Emperor Ghost Sovereign prematurely.

“Senior Brother, what kind of forbidden art are you cultivating?” Yang Sanyang’s spirit and vigor were seized; he felt his blood surging fiercely, as if about to burst from his body, falling into Dao Transmission’s mouth.

In an instant, overwhelmed and panicked, Mo Lihai lost all composure, abandoning the dignity befitting a former heavenly general.

The power of the black blade twisted the very space around it. Stones and terrain it touched shattered into fragments. Li Tianyou’s blade clashed fiercely against the fist of the Azure Ghost Dharma.

A call bearing a particular title halted his steps just as he was about to enter the gate.

Li Tianyou roared loudly, his voice sending waves of sound outward. The sheer force of his shout even caused ripples on the water’s surface.

The light was murky and blackened, its contents unknown. Ding Huo, sensing danger, swung the blazing long staff to block it.

But he seemed long accustomed to ridicule; his face showed no displeasure. Scanning the surroundings, he walked straight toward Fu Can.

Then, the voice of the dead infant suddenly rang out. He clapped his hands to draw everyone’s attention.

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She already owed Triton more than she could measure. Seeing him reduced to such a state, Karete’s sorrow deepened. She bit her lip, trying to hold back tears, hastily covering her face, yet still stifling soft sobs.

Bescoda killed the king. The king never believed Bescoda had betrayed him until his dying breath. Regicide.

Under the thunderous lightning strike, the black dots around the major were largely neutralized. Explosions erupted one after another, resembling countless fireworks blooming brilliantly beside him. The immense recoil forced the major to stagger back several steps.

In a high-end private hospital in City C, the clean, bright corridors lacked the usual sharp scent of disinfectant. Instead, a faint floral fragrance permeated the air.

“Ji Chen, look at the last words he sent you. If there were instructions, they must be in that letter to you,” Shen Yao reminded him.

Han Lianyi had wanted to tell her father about her engagement, but unexpectedly was tricked into becoming a bridesmaid instead.

In the southern hilly region stood a solitary mountain, about four to five hundred meters high—Guanyin Mountain. Zhang Ning looked up, seeing winding mountain paths hidden among lush greenery, the temple invisible, likely concealed by the dense forest.