Chapter 103: The Phantom Sword Formation

The first aid kit lay not far away, shattered by a massive rock, its medicines and supplies scattered in disarray.

If this speculation holds true, then the Shadow Spirit Iben Liangren, recognized just yesterday morning, would, after several more years, be recruited by that organization and vanish without a trace. I refuse to accept such a fate.

On the ancient clan’s inspection platform, the family head, Ziyang, gazed at Ye Qing with a complex expression, his face as calm and dark as still water.

“Tell me, if I were to face that so-called ‘Hellfire Dragon’ Ye Zhuoran now, what are my chances of victory?” Chen Ran glanced around cautiously and asked in a low voice.

The most reverent among them must be Lei Dali and a few others. Having suffered greatly, they knew that Shen Lengyue was backed by Wang Hao; it was no wonder they held Shen Lengyue in awe.

This grand eunuch, usually respectful only to the crown prince and Ouyang Heng, maintained an aloof and superior attitude toward everyone else. It was rare for anyone to meet him, let alone receive a kind word.

“Hmph! So what if he’s reached the realm of the Celestial? Our leader in Tianming broke through that realm years ago! Chen Ran is doomed to lose without question! Let him enjoy a few peaceful days before the Tianming leader utterly trounces him in the arena!” Hidden within the shadows, Tu Ying had already abandoned any thought of troubling Chen Ran and refused to yield verbally.

“Heh heh, no matter how much money you have, it won’t help. If you’re so eager to die, I can help make it happen!” A burly man approached Liang Fan, wielding a jade-green staff.

Xia Yuanshan glanced over at Qin Che, who remained serene and unperturbed even now, and sighed quietly without saying a word.

“Master, I am a newly born fire elemental. The flame shield was released by me,” a voice echoed within Zhao Yan’s heart.

However, currently, Ling Yao was resting in the medical bay of the Chenxing ship, her white-purple twin ponytails—congealed with energy—burned due to a mistake in testing the miniature instruments installed in the power chamber.

Sure enough, upon hearing Luo Wan’s words at his side, the Demon Emperor immediately said, “The demonic army can withdraw, but the ancient emperor’s legacy is indeed our demon clan’s greatest treasure. I implore Lord Lantian to return it!” Though he mentioned the ancient emperor’s legacy, his gaze was firmly fixed on Lin Yi.

“Oh? Awake now, or merely a fleeting glimmer of consciousness?” Seeing Simon respond, Fiona resumed her sharp mockery without restraint.

“Arrogant!” Lin Haotian’s face darkened with displeasure. Though he knew his own strength well—he had only used seventy percent of his power just now—he had been counterattacked. The youth before him seemed unharmed, and this troubled Lin Haotian deeply, his brows furrowing.

Sun Ce instructed Zu Mao to attach three copper coins to a red cloth as a symbol of auspiciousness. Zu Mao was momentarily stunned to see all three coins showing their obverse sides. Zhou Yu smiled subtly, and Zu Mao understood the implication.

Li Mu stared warily at the smoky, dust-filled center where suddenly a massive hand emerged.

Zhao Yan suddenly felt he was a poor father. He needed to make amends; he would use this time in Lomedak to spend more moments with his wife and child.

The entire Gu family army instantly turned their horses’ heads and raced toward Moxi Mountain. Gu Lanting covered the rear, frequently glancing back at Lu Zheng, truly fearing he might fall behind.

After the self-introduction concluded, the interview room remained utterly silent. Those nearby sensed the atmosphere had turned uneasy.

The Human Emperor Xin and others were speechless, unsure who Cao Cao intended to pit against whom—it seemed he merely sought entertainment.

She could feel her cheeks flush faintly, and quickly averted her gaze from Huo Yuanlu’s eyes.

Often in professional arenas, victory depended less on superior skill than on whose flaws were more exposed. Once weaknesses were found, the opponent could swiftly tear apart the entire team’s defense.

The commerce guild was gradually beginning its grand opening, and the number of merchants arriving grew noticeably.

Xia Zhi, unfazed by the astonished gazes of two others, finished speaking, then pulled out an apology gift. From it, he presented a second-tier speed crystal core to Mao Yuanliang and handed half of a primary crystal core to Cheng Muhan.

That night, the moon had just risen above the treetops, spilling a faint silver light that draped the branches like a delicate veil.

Wolf Xi accompanied his father for drinks. The two sat atop the grand hall’s roof, drinking under the moonlight. In truth, only Wolf Qi drank heartily, while Wolf Xi merely took occasional sips.

The matter reached a deadlock. Li Shen refused to confess, but with witnesses and evidence, denial was impossible. What remained was how Dong Qilin would handle the situation.

“Finally arrived.” Ling Tian gazed at the colossal mountain range sprawling before him like a crouching dragon, his eyes shimmering with anticipation.

“Hmph, Sister Yuyao, look at him—silent, rushing off to play hero. But he really did look handsome in the video. Unlike other fifth-tier psychics, all old and weary.”

When the emperor learned that Xi Zhaoyuan was pregnant, his reaction was strange—not joy, but surprise and sorrow. Ultimately, he only said, “Noted,” before returning to his affairs.

“Hua Jiu tossed away the sharp sword and slowly crouched beside Hua Mingxuan. Up close, she saw the wounds clearly, especially the scar on his face. Her hand, hidden within her sleeve, trembled slightly before she clenched it tightly, determined not to let her mind stray.”