Volume 1, Chapter 53: Purging the Unhealthy Tendencies of the Sect

“Ah? Hahaha.”
“You are the Master of Sword Punishment Peak!”
“She actually claims to be the Master of Sword God Peak! Hahaha, I can’t stop laughing.”
All the disciples of Sword God Peak burst into hearty laughter.

With a sharp “clang,” a treasured sword was drawn from its sheath in Yao Xi’s hand, emitting a faint purple glow, the blade radiating a formidable sword intent. “Why aren’t you leaving yet?” she demanded.

Huo You’s election was never in doubt. The votes between Halif and Olli fluctuated back and forth, each gaining one more than the other alternately, keeping both their hearts pounding with tension. When only two votes remained, Bailey announced another name: Halif.

Bai Mo raised her exquisitely charming brows slightly, her bare white feet stepping onto the cool, smooth black marble tiles.

Zhan Mus did not linger in Shenzhen; early the next morning, he took a chauffeured car provided by Tencent NBA and set off for home.

Han Yichen’s inherently cold and aloof aura already weighed heavily on Huang Shihui’s mood.

“Ah…” Teacher Zhang sighed deeply, then fell silent. The two teachers chatted quietly outside the door for a while longer before returning to their respective classrooms.

Now, even in her heart, Mother Liu hesitated, avoiding the word she used to utter so often.

A young man dressed in a white shirt, his short hair neatly trimmed, stepped slowly into the room, bathed in the sunlight scattered across the floor.

Li Bumian found it amusing—if human courtship standards were swapped with those of insects, his own brilliant colors might rival a supernova explosion.

And Elder Wu—who would have thought the princess of the Wild Goose Dynasty had such a strong taste, favoring an elder? The word “elder” alone sounded like an old man, didn’t it?

It seemed the Illusion Angel was about to transform. What sort of creature would she become? You Tian pondered repeatedly: could it possibly be a bird-man?

“Come in.” Today, Sun Dongfang’s voice was unusually low, which surprised Wang Kezheng somewhat. However, Wang assumed it was due to some issue with the financial report and didn’t give it much thought.

The Tiger King’s five streams of golden battle qi had yet to reach the Fiery Cloud Qilin before being repelled by its magic.

Amidst Guang Chengzi’s chanting of the promise, he waved his hand, and the Heavenly Seal flew straight into the void. The other six Golden Immortals also chanted their incantations and summoned their treasures.

The intent to be invincible was straightforward; as for grander ambitions and additional benefits, these were beyond what the Au Jin clan could manage at this moment. Invincible firmly believed that Bimon could not possibly clean up all the spoils without leaving a trace; therefore, by waiting behind Bimon, the Au Jin clan would inevitably find an opportunity.

“Certainly, please follow me this way.” After glancing at Gu Shengnan, I followed the designer into the fitting room.

“What? That’s impossible!!” This wasn’t Invincible shouting, but the elders standing nearby overhearing the conversation.

Since seven or eight years ago, when the national borders opened, waves of young intellectuals crossed the seas, igniting a study abroad craze that some praised and others disparaged.

After overhearing Princess Yingfei’s words, those few spies secretly breathed a sigh of relief deep within; at last, they could escape the agonizing atmosphere they had been trapped in and hurriedly left.

The might of the Fire Spirit Ancestor was truly extraordinary. With a leap, his figure soared, and the Fire Spirit Sacred Lotus bloomed beneath his feet. Pressing down on the lotus, the surrounding temperature soared for miles, instantly melting any ice or frost.

“Believe it, and what then?” His icy eyes fixed on Zuo Xin like a hawk’s gaze. This cowardly and cunning fellow was no good either.