Chapter 56

"No Dad, that can serve as a long-term goal. There always needs to be something easier to accomplish so that I can maintain a long-lasting enthusiasm for success," Guo Miao reasoned quite sensibly.

Several thugs nodded. One of them viciously kicked a nearby table and chairs, while another smashed a placed potted plant.

However, he had been drawn by the White Tiger Seven Killings to extract the essence of his own killing Dao, resulting in a fierce battle with Yang Jian, and had truly comprehended a portion of the innate killing fortune Dao.

That rapidly approaching expert was evidently caught in the trap as well. Once enveloped within the illusion array, he instantly lost his composure and halted his offensive.

"President! Found her. She is in the bushes at your seven o'clock direction." A sweet voice came through the earpiece, but the very next second, it turned into static noise.

When Qin Tianjiao spoke of that man, her eyes beamed with radiant smiles. As soon as he divorced his shrew of a wife at home, he would marry her, and by then, whatever she wanted, he would give her.

"Items auctioned at such auctions are all illicit smuggled goods. They never appear in promotional materials, and the buyers don't publicize them either. Therefore, only by being present can we know what the auction items actually are," Angell explained.

If her parents knew that her cousin Su Yanchen had ended up like this because of her, she would surely face severe reprimands, which was why she dared not speak up.

As for Chu Zihang, he possessed only that single blade. After all, within the underwater space, close-combat weapons still offered much greater room for utility.

Murong Yinzhu placed a hand over her heart. Aside from Wang Chuan, it seemed that many other figures had emerged—those who had once treated her well.

The blood and Qi within his body surged once more. The black-clad man's complexion shifted from dark to cyan, from cyan to red, from red to purple, and finally settled into an ashen gray hue. The knuckles of his clenched fists ground together, producing a cracking sound.

Everyone else also held their breath. Those squads of dark shadows finally revealed their forms, bearing an uncanny resemblance to the Death Riders in The Lord of the Rings. Cold, gleaming steel armor covered each of these knights. Whether it was due to everyone's imagination or not, the scorching corridor suddenly felt cool.

Upon hearing Mo Zihan's words, the black-clad man lying flat on the outhouse pit holding his breath in ambush and Yi Wuchen outside the house both suffered facial muscle spasms.

"What is the meaning of this?" Mu Tian was unwilling to witness Zongyang and Jiang Wuxiong tear into each other, and just as he was about to intervene, he received a telepathic voice transmission from Zongyang telling him not to worry.

If a figure with such heaven-shaking capability happened to be in a bad mood and gave them a slap on the head, it wouldn't just be tears flowing like a waterfall; things would escalate disastrously.

Having never heard such stern words, Susan only felt her eye sockets grow hot. She had not expected that after experiencing so much, at a moment like this, her father might completely abandon her simply for the sake of such a self-preservation tactic. Should she feel fortunate that she had made the right choice?

Xue Long suddenly realized something. If this Xiao Baizhu could truly pass off a fake as genuine, would there be hope of concealing the fact that Bai He had died?

Even so, she still dared not lower her guard, for she had no way of knowing whether this was a built-in function of the system. Perhaps Li Mo could also use this method of communication.

This Feng Ying had a heart as pure as snow, innocent as a newborn child, and was never stingy toward those she wished to help. Bai Jin felt that helping such a young woman was by no means a mistake.

The expressions of the six elders shifted drastically. The title of Grand Preceptor was a transcendent existence in the Purple Moon Kingdom. Aside from the reigning Emperor Majesty, they were not subject to the jurisdiction of anyone. Moreover, every Grand Preceptor had to possess Spirit Master-level strength. These six were precisely the Grand Preceptors of the Purple Moon Kingdom, and their cultivation realms were so profound that they were unfathomable.

However, Ling Tian did discover some familiar martial soul terms among them, such as the Lightning Art, the Shadow Art, Qin Mingyue's Moon character, and the Charm character. These martial souls all originated from the Southern Tang realm.

I had been hosted by the system, and the system had evolved to an unprecedentedly powerful realm. It was only because Ke Ke exhausted all her primordial essence of humanity that she finally managed to restore it to its original origin.

Ji Zeyou smiled wryly and shook his head. Deep within his profound, dark, and wicked pupils, a trace of complex light seemed to ripple.

I was utterly helpless. How much free time must someone have to come camping in a place like this? Their nerve was truly astounding.

Intent to kill instantly surged within Liu Mang's eyes. With a furious roar, his bodily true essence surged frantically. The true essence within his Qi sea boiled simultaneously, and surging power instantly filled his entire body. As green light surged, he actually whipped out the long cord in his hand and lashed downward.

Zhan Wushuang's gaze turned cold, and his feet moved at lightning speed, projecting a series of residual afterimages to evade Meng Liuyun's ferocious onslaught. Then, he threw a punch that streaked across the ground like a brilliant shooting star, extraordinarily eye-catching.

Murong Chen stood behind him. The tense atmosphere of the scene caused her to instinctively seek out Zhan Wushuang, the one she relied on most in her heart.

Vague conjectures were only confirmed with a few more layers of certainty once the parties were actually seen in person.

Yet deep within Tang Que's heart, he could not smile no matter what. He knew all too well that Monk Yuanzhen's action was actually a way of bidding farewell to his own past.

Immediately afterward, the sounds of fierce combat echoed. The blows of fists and kicks colliding were extremely loud, interspersed with sonic booms generated as punches and roundhouse kicks were thrown.

Aside from reaction time, there were also attention span, marksmanship, and projectile throwing—none of which were pleasant or simple tasks.

Both the Fang clan and the Zhu clan possessed their own spheres of influence within the Xuanwu Realm. However, Shu Feng had made countless enemies and certainly did not want those adversaries getting wind of his movements.

Inside the dark carriage, no one spoke. Chu Ning occasionally turned his head to glance at the two people in the back before continuing to drive.

The Four-Extinction Spirit Saint Wu Zhongchao sighed softly. Although he had advanced to become a Spirit Saint-level powerhouse across four different worlds and was hailed as the Four-Extinction Spirit Saint—with combat prowess capable of rivaling even demigod-tier powerhouses—he still felt layer upon layer of formidable difficulty when attempting to ascend to divinity.

Li Jianba could never have imagined back then that he would remain undefeated throughout the entire Jianghu for five full sixty-year cycles. This brought a faint sense of inexplicable self-satisfaction to his heart, mingled with an inexplicable sorrow. This was not a good sign; rather, it demonstrated that the entire Jianghu was declining, and the path ahead would only grow increasingly difficult, deterring many from advancing further.

Early in the morning, Shen Zhi was awakened by the bustling sounds within the estate. After dressing and washing up, he stepped outside to find the entire mansion already adorned with colorful lanterns and festive banners, radiating a joyous atmosphere.