Volume 1, Chapter 36: A Legendary Swordsman

Everyone took the opportunity to grab a quick bite before returning to the fray, but it seemed the heavens were not on the side of the Ryukyu army this time. Although the rain did not turn into a downpour, this relentless deluge never ceased for a single moment.

This statement was truly earth-shattering. Yang Hao understood that merely reaching the Fourth Stage of the Divine Realm—the Deification Realm, the Servitor God Realm, the True God Realm, and the God-Slaying Realm—was not enough. Furthermore, the Profound Realm stood far above the Divine Realm. Even if he were to advance to the Servitor God Realm, he would have no chance of victory against that old turtle in the Profound Realm.

"This time, it’s not just a regular 'snap,' it’s like this!" Having been interrupted by Ye Zheng, Bai Su, still unsatisfied, raised her hand in a scissor gesture and made a "snip" motion toward a part of Ye Zheng that shall remain nameless.

However, why did this convenient master seem a bit like an old urchin? And he spoke of meeting in the God Realm; he likely had not considered that the world she currently inhabited had such thin spiritual energy that ascending to the Immortal Realm was still an unknown, let alone the God Realm. Never mind, that was a matter for the distant future.

It turned out that while the two were talking, a certain gluttonous fatty had stealthily snuck up beside Gong Wuxie. He had been drooling for a long time over the grapes in Gong Wuxie’s hand, his round eyes darting back and forth between Gong Wuxie and Yun Zijin with a suspicious glint.

Although he had reached the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining in just a few days, the meridians throughout his body were exceptionally fragile due to the lack of a tempering process with true energy.

"Many thanks, Matchmaker Zhang. My spouse and I will first consult our son’s wishes before providing you with an answer, if that is acceptable?" Mother Su accepted the portrait and then saw Matchmaker Zhang to the door.

Nanji Palace was so startled that he leapt up on the spot, jumping three feet high and arriving beside the bathtub in an instant.

Sima Nuo, standing on the stage, could hear the discussions of the disciples below. He paused for a moment, and Leng Yan took the opportunity to knock him off the stage. One cannot be distracted during a duel; once a distraction occurs, it is easy to falter. Therefore, he could blame no one but himself for this loss; a sword cultivator must always maintain a focused mind.

The barrage of comments on the screen continued to scroll by in waves. As expected, they were all negative reviews scorning him for cheating to defeat Dr. Chen in front of the entire nation.

Thinking back to how he had nearly killed Chu Bingmeng while under the influence of the Mother Insect’s mental attack, he felt a lingering sense of terror.

Compared to Di Jun, whose schemes were constant and relentless, it was this silent and unobtrusive Tai Yi who was the existence she feared even more.

A powerful internal energy had formed a vacuum membrane on his body surface; as he charged forward, he dragged a trail of air currents with him.

Suddenly, the aura of creation spewing from the willow stump paused, and the entire willow forest fell into silence. One could faintly see the avatar of creation within the willow stump, constantly forming hand seals in an attempt to refine it.

The two acted in perfect unison, not missing a single detail, save for the differences in their physical forms. Master Wu watched in astonishment, unable to stop praising them. The visual enjoyment and impact brought by the two practicing simultaneously were far beyond that of any ordinary drill.

With a series of sounds, the tentacle extended to over thirty centimeters in length, looking particularly eerie.

"But, won't Mr. Mouri be worried?" Mr. Sakata looked on with concern as Conan climbed into the back seat.

Long Jingyu was genuinely worried upon seeing Siming’s strong desire for fame and profit. If he were a normal person, testing his martial arts would be fine. But he was an anomaly; if something were to happen during the test, it would lead to unnecessary trouble.

On one of the islands, a waterfall dropped vertically toward the ground; this was the source of the blue river.

Long Jingyu was still very sleepy, and before the White Bat could finish speaking, he had already begun to emit soft snores.

Facing this man, who shared no blood relation with him but had truly treated him as his own son, Ace the Fire Fist shed tears on the execution platform for the first time.

The soldiers from various nations around them nodded with solemn expressions, knowing full well that the Supreme Command intended to use force to suppress the incident.

However, the true masters of the Insect Realm were far beyond the capabilities of the ordinary insects, venomous creatures, and toxic beasts of the current Mortal Realm.

"Leave no one who comes here alive. Kill!" Blood Peacock looked down at the countless ants below with disdain, her blood-red robes swirling. A thick, blood-colored mist spread and dissipated.

However, while she hesitated, Chen Yufan had already grabbed Mo Wen’s hand and stepped into the elevator with his grandfather, Chen Xiao.

It was certain that these photos must have been taken by someone from a distance using a mobile phone; presumably, it was a passing pedestrian.

Although it had only pierced an inch, Chen Yin’s spear could go no further due to the contraction of Malganis's muscles. However, Chen Yin’s soul weapon possessed more than just the ability to deal direct damage.

Having lost their source of quantum power, so many advanced devices became mere decorations. The destruction of the environment accelerated, ultimately leading to the apocalypse, forcing the ancient humans to gather all remaining crystals to build starships and flee.

Disciples of the God Realm with such low power, like these, had seen few Hall Masters—mostly just Hall Master Leidong. Although they did not recognize this person, at first glance, they knew he was a significant figure in the God Realm.

Zhou Ruomin was so angry that her chest heaved up and down, and the slightly exposed cleavage became even more alluring.

The moment Fang Jue appeared before the crowd, his aura—covered in charred soot and under poor lighting—made him look like an evil ghost that had just crawled out of hell.

Another year passed in this way. All the grains had grown, but the grains and weeds had grown together, and the herbs and flowers had bloomed together; it was no longer possible to distinguish which were edible and which were not.

The Dao-Unionist was an existence comparable to a Saint, whose every word and action seemed like heaven’s decree. The immortals and gods present felt a chill in their hearts. This person had always remained aloof, ignoring the affairs of the Heavenly Court; could it be that he was now trying to assert his authority over the Saint’s sect?

Wei Fu was somewhat surprised, as they lacked the means to completely annihilate the demons with their supernatural powers. The environments of the Underworld and the Demon Realm dictated that the demonic energy would not dissipate, and after years of accumulation, new demons would eventually be born, leaving them no choice but to suppress them.