Chapter 42

A fifth-rank Martial Spirit Lord was a formidable enemy to him, one against whom he had to unleash every possible method to subdue.

Hu Qingling endured the agonizing pain without uttering a single sound, completely ignoring the immense physical toll on her body as she pushed her combat power to its absolute limit. In that fleeting moment, she seemed to possess a supreme, boundless strength. Her delicate hand gripped the sword hilt, slowly prying it upward. Under the slicing edge of the frost blade, the sphere began to fracture.

The soaring condor fixed its gaze on Su Yi. For reasons unknown, a flicker of unprovoked terror welled up within its fierce and piercing eyes.

Long Pingfan arrived before the Ice Cave and saw an elder standing guard at the entrance, with a small group of disciples standing in line for registration. He promptly joined the queue.

He raised his face and looked toward Long Yu, who was besieged by five first-rank Martial Spirit Lords and teetering on the brink of defeat. With a sudden clench of his five fingers and a shift of his stance, his figure abruptly vanished. The next instant, he reappeared right beside Long Yu, standing directly facing the three first-rank Martial Spirit Lords.

The armored disciple was left utterly speechless. So many elders had arrived all at once, and remarkably, it was entirely on account of an outer sect disciple. Such an unprecedented occurrence had apparently never happened before in the history of the Divine Sword Sect.

"Why are you here?" Lao Ziyi's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He had assumed Yaya had returned to her country long ago and that he might never see her again in this lifetime. Ever since their parting that day, Yaya's figure had appeared in Lao Ziyi's dreams every single night. For her to suddenly materialize before him right now felt completely surreal, just like a dream.

He first found living quarters alongside Xiong Ye, located among a rather secluded row of houses. There were numerous spirit beasts residing here, and some even wore full suits of armor.

That was the very look once possessed by the residents of Yanji City, the expression belonging to the street urchins that he had always seen on Xu Moyang.

The rate ataching to the increase of profound energy could no longer be measured in mere multiples; it was a growth velocity that entirely shattered conventional concepts. When confronted with the formidable trial of inner demons, Qing Shuiyue merely glanced at it before stepping right past the illusionary obstacle, experiencing virtually no pressure whatsoever.

No sooner had Lu Yu returned to his room and prepared to rest for a moment than a knock sounded at the door.

Sakura Wuming took a close look, cross-referenced the map, and compared it with the illustrations on the sheepskin scroll. The more he looked, the more identical they appeared.

By sheer coincidence, both sides had an equal number of people—six against six on the field. Off the field, one side consisted of Sogeetu and Sanglanzhu, while the other comprised Qi Liang and Qi Xiyin.

A young master who had been subjected to smear campaigns and constant humiliation staging a magnificent counterattack, slapping everyone across the face—such a plotline was sufficiently vivid and intensely thrilling.

However, even after surviving the heavenly tribulation, ascending to become an immortal was by no means an easy feat. One needed extraordinary talent and perseverance to achieve apotheosis within a century.

After running for a distance, I finally heard Zhang Haigen shouting beside me, which made me halt my steps.

She was dressed just like yesterday in a black professional suit, her captivating, slender legs encased in seductive black silk stockings beneath a miniskirt. This time, not only Wu Qin, but even Feng Er stared with his eyes glued to her.

Lu Yu did not dare to speak with absolute certainty, but he understood one thing clearly: whether it was the cultivation techniques passed down by his father or those he remembered himself, not a single one of them was ordinary.

Old Boke wore an expression of intense agitation, and the other Boze sea clan member accompanying him looked precisely the same.

How could the supreme commanders of the two armies on the battlefield possibly understand? Ever since the ascension of the current emperor, the Imperial Guard—who had previously campaigned extensively across the north, south, east, and west—had been pampered and revered like ancestral deities. After more than a decade of luxurious ease and idleness, it was already a miracle if these men could even hold a weapon steady.

Although intelligence reports over the past two days claimed that the rebels were actively recruiting troops and had supposedly reached hundreds of thousands in number, the imperial court viewed those hundreds of thousands of commoners who had never set foot on a battlefield as mere flocks of sheep. The moment the imperial army arrived, wouldn't they instantly disintegrate into chaos?

With an air of pretentious maturity, Xie Dongya uttered those words and then picked up his teacup to take a sip. Although the young man remained silent, the two old men standing behind him glared fiercely.

After placing his bids, Ye Feng proceeded toward the nearest preselected blind-bidding jadeite stone. In this manner, he methodically checked the bidding baselines of all thirty-odd shortlisted rough stones one by one.

"Yeah, that's true." Hearing him put it that way, and thinking it over carefully myself, I realized that was indeed the case. I had no choice but to helplessly follow the white-bearded old man and Li Yi to find a hidden spot to take cover.

"Where else could I go? Dubai, of course! I've never had the chance to properly explore Dubai, so I'm going to have a fantastic time there this trip~~" As she spoke, an expression of eager anticipation spread across her face.

"Hehe, Grandpa Sun, if you truly wish to see that young man, there's no need to be in such a hurry," Zhang Kexin continued with a cheerful smile.

"Miracle Doctor Ye, can my illness really be cured?" Struggling to calm her racing heart, Hu Chunyao asked with a hint of disbelief, directly addressing Ye Feng with the respectful title of Miracle Doctor.

Huzi, lingering close to J, glanced at the map and likewise furrowed his brow. Taking a straight line across was indeed the shortest route, but if they got bogged down by the hazards hidden within the forest, it wouldn't just be a matter of arriving a bit early or late—there was a very real possibility they wouldn't even make it in time to see each other for the last time.

The rescue operation went far more smoothly than anticipated. With the antibody at stake, Caroline had mobilized a large contingent of field operatives equipped with heavy weaponry and headed straight for the greenhouse street. She ordered a merciless bombardment regardless of the cost, obliterating nearly half the street and successfully forcing the convoy through.

True enough, although this era wasn't like the old days where people married and had children at fourteen or fifteen, most people still tied the knot around eighteen or nineteen. Dragging it past twenty was considered quite late.

"Is that so..." Guan Sheng pondered for a moment, concluding that it was still necessary for him to understand this particular style of combat.