Volume 1, Chapter 30: Beseeching the Heavens to Distinguish the Loyal from the Treacherous

Li Xianzhang, having set the stage and watched the show, drank through the night. The outcome was exactly as he had hoped: if the Xu family descendant lived, the Imperial City would be kept in check, allowing his blood feud to be avenged; if he died, he could still exact his revenge, though it would be delayed—a matter of little consequence to the grand design.

Sensing the fierce aura accompanying the sweeping shadows of the whip, and the surge of lethal danger, Xiahou Changgeng withdrew his hands from the horse's head. He stepped back, a piercing, terrifying light flashing in his eyes as he fixed his gaze upon the descending lash.

Mu Sanqian was the first to leap from the rock wall. Upon landing in the valley floor, he found only a thin layer of snow. Though icy winds howled through the gorge, the temperature was significantly higher than above.

The "Array Realm" went without saying, but the "Dragon Realm" was beyond description. It was clear to all that within Yue Chen's Jade Mansion floated a divine orb, surrounded by nine golden dragons, endlessly breathing in and out the spiritual power of the black ink-jade. At this moment, Yue Chen's Jade Mansion resembled a phantasmagoric "Dragon Realm."

Lu Qing smiled at these incongruous words, yet he understood the reason behind them. The address revealed lingering resentment, and the mention of a "reward" suggested that the man in white still held a shred of attachment to the Great Qin; from beginning to end, the man still identified himself with the Great Qin.

Fortunately, this atmosphere did not spread. Wei Yue recalled his true purpose; with such an aunt who managed domestic affairs present, it would be a waste not to seek her counsel.

The man wore the standard uniform of a Flowing Cloud Sect disciple. He was of average build with a sharp, monkey-like face—it was Du Hai, the same person who had challenged Lin Chen at the entrance of the Contribution Hall.

"Someone like me, who is indifferent to fame and fortune, seeks no recognition among the nobility, refuses to bow for a few pecks of rice, and does not... I'm starting to feel embarrassed by my own praise."

The giant was in a truly wretched state, not an inch of his skin left intact. Ye Linghan's flames and energy could not harm him, but the powers of time, space, and fate had nearly helped him achieve the feat of slaying a god.

Dawn was just beginning to break, and the air felt crisp and fresh. Neither Lin Chen nor Gu Qingyan had slept all night.

Yu Qiyuan pursed her lips in silence, but Liu Tian clearly caught the joy tugging at the corners of her mouth. At the very least, what she had been worrying about had not come to pass.

He had felt the name Mo Lifeng sounded familiar, and upon hearing of the Azure Blade, he immediately thought of Mo Liqing, one of the Four Heavenly Kings.

Because the air within a radius of several kilometers had been completely crushed and exploded by the shockwave, a vacuum had formed. Without air as a medium, sound could not travel.

In truth, cultivators at this level were like dragons among men, invincible beings of their respective eras.

"It's here!" Ba Fenghan quickly produced the item. It was a hot potato, and selling it sooner would bring him peace of mind.

"Purr..." As soon as Mengmengda appeared and saw the struggling Imperial Seal, it bit down without a second thought.

For even one as powerful as the Eastern Emperor, this terrifying heavenly tribulation left him charred and bleeding from multiple wounds, suffering grievous harm.

Touching her head with a touch of heartache, Lina felt her face flush at Huo'er's affectionate gesture.

"Dispersed?" Guo Wei, who had been silent for a long time, voiced the group's confusion, his face full of dissatisfaction at Su Xing’s habit of summoning and dismissing them at will.

After seven or eight hundred thousand years of being nourished by the essence of heaven and earth, it had preserved a spark of immortal consciousness, eventually becoming a perfect Holy Spirit before ascending to become an Emperor once more.

Realizing his mistake after the outburst, he immediately fell silent. Once the War Emperors let go and engaged in battle, they had no more constraints, unleashing their ultimate techniques in brutal collisions.

Gu Jianggan was genuinely stunned; he had not expected Green Glory to be slain in such a manner.

"Didn't we just talk on the phone yesterday?" Su Zimo was left dazed by the other's erratic train of thought.

As soon as Yang Fan finished speaking, the twin-sword sister's attack reached his back. The blades thrust straight for his heart, forcing Yang Fan to drop down quickly, hands bracing the ground as he kicked his feet backward.

"Don't worry, Brother Lin. I will help you destroy the Sha family. I mean what I say." After the joke, Yuan Xing’s expression turned serious, his tone firm.

With that, Xiao Yan bowed toward a direction. Although the person there only stood with arms crossed, Xiao Yan did not mind at all. The battle spear beside her had already betrayed her identity.

The scene at the summit took Ying Si by surprise. Having witnessed the strength of the middle-aged swordsman and Li Gan, he expected that, being a family stronghold, the dwellings of the nobles he had seen in the Imperial Capital would be at least decent, if not luxurious.

Chu Tianyu did not know how to respond to Zixun's question. He truly had no right to judge what others thought, nor any reason to interfere with what she did.

If Duan Qiu recovered sooner, they could explore other places together; time was of the essence at this stage.

The man in blue had eyes of a faint, light blue—the mark of a low-tier Battle King. While he belonged to the peak of power that looked down upon the masses, he was far inferior to the mysterious expert who had just dismembered and slaughtered men.

They moved unhurriedly into the conference room, sitting in small groups. Lan Zi served water, and Zhao Ziwei helped as well.

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he irritably snatched the umbrella from Boss Zhang and walked toward the black car. As he approached, the driver’s familiar voice rang out, though it sounded slightly hoarse.

With the red thread tied to my finger connecting me to Zongsheng, I felt a sense of relief. As long as I was with Zongsheng, he would never let me be in danger. That was where this sense of security came from.

Zheng Zhong did not dare to be negligent; with a flick of his mind, a dazzling silver light erupted from his body, and a silver figure suddenly appeared.

His original purpose in coming to Hangzhou was to look after Xia Qing. But now that Leng Chi was by her side, although Liu Qianqiu was treacherous, he likely wouldn't harm her. Moreover, the upright Leng Chi was more than capable of holding his own against Liu Qianqiu. He had already considered leaving.

"Xie Tian, what is a chemical explosion?" After listening to Han Yun, Xie Tian shook his head helplessly, his eyes sparkling with a bright light.

It was a terrifying demonic beast with the body of a dragon, the wings of a phoenix, the hooves of a qilin, and covered in plumage. Its face was that of a devil with green fangs, its hideousness beyond the power of any language to describe.