35 Blasphemy 11

At that very moment, a sharp cry rang out. A saber, glinting with a cold light, swung down directly toward Chen Yi. The sheer force of the blade parted his hair on both sides. The assailant’s eyes were bloodshot and his expression ferocious, yet he could not hide his delight, as if he could already see the medicinal patterns of the Spirit-Charging Pill.

"What do you mean?" the crowd asked, puzzled by his words. Given her situation and the statement she had just made, they were certain that something must have happened to the Gu family. Wang Xinling’s words confirmed their suspicions.

However, what these inner sect disciples did not know was that in a highly secluded area on Pointing Heaven Peak, there stood a building housing ancient texts rarely seen by the outside world.

Although Yin Feng was unsure how long he had stayed in the secret vault—as he lacked a device to measure time and found it difficult to perceive the flow of the outside world while in a state of meditation—he remained focused.

Hearing the Commander-in-Chief’s lighthearted and humorous remarks, the generals who had been discussing the flight technology of the Earth Army managed to force a faint, flattering smile.

While not as miserable as the Demon Emperor, he was certainly no better off, having lost more than half of his combat strength in an instant.

Lin Chong pondered for a moment before recounting an old event, one that served as the turning point in his life.

"Haha, since you know now, it is time to return what is owed," the old Valley Master Long said, preparing to charge at the four of them.

Emperor Zhenwu finally reached the summit of the mountain. After several years of arduous cultivation, he had yet to attain the Tao and become an immortal. He could not help but feel discouraged, thinking it might be better to return home, inherit the throne, and enjoy a life of wealth and luxury.

Listening to Jin Xiuchen’s cold voice, Lian Die dared not speak further. Suppressing the anger in her heart, she nodded and retreated.

Electricity had become fully popularized. Every nation relied on thermal power generation; for now, it was the easiest and most labor-saving method.

Her blood-stained hands and pale complexion already made her look pitiful enough; speaking in such a low, fragile voice only made her appear even more vulnerable.

As a blood-red damage number floated up, Zhang Feng, having already charged in front of the Fairy King, raised his hand and struck with his Nine-Fold Slash.

The great tree was instantly split in two, billowing thick, black smoke, and a pungent, choking odor filled the air.

"No need, I’ll call an ambulance right now..." Xia Tianjiao’s voice was clearly weak. She struggled to climb out of bed, fumbling for her phone in her pocket to dial for an ambulance.

However, Su Mu was different from Duoduo; he was far too low-key. If it weren't for dire circumstances, you would never know that he could sing—and sing remarkably well, at that.

At this moment, the attacks from Zhang Feng and his team crashed down like surging waves against the Purgatory Demon King, causing its health to drop even more rapidly.

The common folk were overjoyed to catch a glimpse of the Duke of the Nation. With Lady Gu’s orders in place, they naturally dared not act out of line.

In fact, Zhang Feng could see that the seat he currently occupied had been specifically left empty by Yao Meng, positioned perfectly between herself and Ling Dang.

Outside the window, the bright, clear moon hung in the pale blue sky. Moonlight poured down like flowing water, blanketing the earth in silver. A wisp of cloud, thin as gauze, drifted over and slowly obscured the moon, yet behind the cloud, the moon’s exquisite silhouette and hazy glow remained deeply captivating.

Because the "Big Bird" was simply too heavy, the task had to be completed by the two of them working together. Usually, it involved the husband using all his strength to lift one of the "Big Bird’s" wings or legs while Morr crawled underneath to bandage the wound and change the dressing. Even during its periods of unconsciousness, Morr would gently feed it one spoonful at a time.

The young man leading the bridegroom's horse smiled and said to the beggars, "My good brothers, you only want a cup of wedding wine and a piece of wedding candy—is that all? Come, reward them with candy!" A steward walked over and tossed two bags of candied treats and some loose coins onto the ground.

The air grew even more stifling. The gray-black sky seemed to have been splashed with thick ink, making it impossible to see one’s own fingers. Even the usually courageous Tang Qingying could not help but tightly grip Gong Ren’s hand, as if afraid he might abandon her.

"No, no, no. Without Elder Chai’s cooperation, could we have achieved such efficiency?" Elder Qi naturally understood that Elder Hun was trying to claim the majority of the credit.

I could also tell that Li Feng had been speaking with me for so long without uttering a single word against Yu Wenwen. He was truly a rare, good man.

Fists whistled through the air. In the forest, trees fell one after another and boulders shattered, yet they could not strike those two ghostly figures.

"Sigh! A few years ago, your Senior Sister and the others were ambushed. By the time I arrived, it was too late. Your Senior Sister’s home had already been destroyed."

Gritting his teeth, Hei Ming condensed the Black Light God-Slaying Bottle once more. With such heavy consumption, his spiritual energy was nearly exhausted. The bottle emerged again, swallowing the cyan profound thunder. At that moment, Hei Ming raised an eyebrow and looked into the distance.

"Since you are fine now, I should get back to my business. See you around!" Wei Yan said with an awkward expression, hurriedly fleeing. As if anyone would believe he was fine! He would certainly have to investigate this thoroughly.