Chapter 25

“Think of Zhou Taixu and Zhao Guang—once so spirited and confident, boasting themselves as the invincible young rulers capable of securing the throne’s pinnacle. Yet in the end, they all failed, reduced to mere supporting roles in the grand scheme of heaven and earth,” someone lamented.

At the height of their tender affection, Mu Yanzhao and Gu Wan were reluctant to part, their hearts heavy with unwillingness.

Sudden gunfire startled the pilgrims. The shooter was skilled, uncertain if the pilgrims were armed, but after firing a shot, he swiftly changed position. His marksmanship was precise; within a minute, another pilgrim was struck squarely in the chest.

On the back of the Azure Cloud Eagle, a cold gleam flashed in Murong Qian’s eyes. Sensing some shame upon his face, he then guided the eagle soaring toward the horizon.

The shattering of primordial chaos gave birth to ancient deities, whose creative essence brought forth successive generations of destined races.

On the journey back to the Tianyun Sect from Qinglian Sect, Di Xiaoyun personally delivered the remnants of Lu Yue’s body to the Lushan Prefecture Office. The old man’s tears that day had steeled his heart completely.

“Why do I find people like you so irritating? Always asking for a beating,” Tian Yan muttered as he rubbed his fists. The eel’s skin was incredibly tough, leaving his knuckles aching.

Outside, a burly man cheerfully responded, and the carriage’s pace slowed slightly.

That sensation made Nan Anshou’s father deeply uneasy, as if a shadow had crept from an unknown place into his heart, siphoning away all memories.

“How could you have mastered the secret ancestral teachings of the Nirvana Sect?” Liu Che furrowed his brows and demanded loudly.

Because no one could surpass her, over time none of the brothers dared challenge their sister’s position. Even if someone was stronger than Long Qiuliu, they would not usurp her status.

Now, she was overstepping her bounds, forcing Zhao Ziying to climb away from this place. Chen Anhe naturally would no longer tolerate her.

Thus, Ye Feng remained motionless on the deck like a meditating monk. Yet unlike his serene exterior, his mind was fiercely calculating ways to increase the mission’s success rate.

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Chu Yuyan understood well that it was ultimately beneficial for Lu He to conceal some of his power for the time being.

This was unusual, as in previous encounters with suicide assassins, such circumstances had never arisen.

“I’ve been calling Qingmei along; once she marries me, you’ll be my cousin,” An Shaoqing said.

This man was incredible—carrying him for so long without a single sigh or breath, as if he weren’t being held at all.

For Ye Feng, losing two attribute points was manageable; after careful thought, he deemed the loss acceptable compared to the strength gained by summoning a mighty two-headed giant lizard.

Under their repeated covert gunfire, the eight police officers entering the nightclub were finally all shot down.

The captain was inexplicably killed. The crowd below was stunned—some understood what happened, others remained confused.

After a moment, Tian Xuan gritted his teeth and endured the pain. He then took a carpet from his Qiankun Ring and lay down on it.

“Could he have hidden inside that magical treasure again?” Luo Hou wondered about Ye Feng.

Although they had pre-studied the battle, this time Wang Kai did not personally participate, focusing instead on training the Qingfeng team’s practical combat abilities.

Long Bing had already reached beneath the tower. Having exhausted his rifle’s bullets, he smashed the rifle toward the enemy. Then, with a flick of both hands, silver light flashed across the sky. The enemies fell in droves, writhing and wailing on the ground.

Many trainees watched this scene with deep emotion. Were these two strangers really from the same family?

Mu Qianxun’s secret technique was unheard of by her. Mo Feng’s elimination by Mo Xue was likely due to this very method.

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He had also asked Zheng Rou, who had no objections. For her, merely staying by Long Bing’s side was enough satisfaction. She had volunteered for this mission after learning of it. Since their encounter, her heart had been completely captivated.

Concise and unwilling to say another word, wherever Mu Youchen was, there was never any worry about the heat.

Above the vast heavens, a massive floating road drifted—an entrance to the Great Thousand World, visible only from the Sacred Domain Continent.

After speaking, Mu Lingxi smiled faintly. Perhaps savoring a brief moment of true beauty would inspire her to perform with genuine immersion.

The only surprise to Hua An was that the one assigned to oversee the army was the Embroidered Uniform Envoy Chen Ming, with Ge Hong.

However, Qingyang being able to converse closely with Elder Wusi, a Golden Core cultivator, was a special privilege. Unknown to many, countless disciples in Qingfeng Hall never meet a Golden Core elder even once in their lifetime.

Liu Xuexu was a truly elite monster, utterly impossible to be defeated in one strike by a Golden-ranked boss.

Most people inherently revered the identity of an immortal master. Watching Elder Ding’s rapid gunfire, everyone silently admired the immortals’ might. Judging by their speed alone, even the top-tier supreme masters of the martial world could scarcely compare.

“Hmph, do you think you can escape so easily?” Chu Feng’s hands transformed into massive tentacles, intertwining into a gigantic bud that vaguely aimed at Saraza in the sky, gathering a searing heat.