Chapter 119: Soul Combat Technique

The Wasteland.

Vader had returned to the wasteland from the rat-men’s cavern; it had been three days since his return. The blood moon in the sky had all but vanished, and the world outside had descended into a lightless darkness, a scene akin to the end of days. It felt as if something were lurking within the gloom; stripped of moonlight, the land was like a terrifying black box. Vader no longer ventured out, practicing alone in the open space outside his cave dwelling.

Combat Technique: Charge.

From time to time, he would remark that it was only natural for them to be unaware of such matters, as they lacked the fine traditions of his Great Jin. Naturally, he would not mention that the absence of such traditions was precisely what allowed the Prince of Yan to fabricate stories so recklessly.

Some of the warriors began to clamor, frustrated and aggrieved by the bitterness of the battle, especially their inability to avenge the fallen. They were unwilling to accept this outcome.

Hao had hidden the Diamond Cutter on the lunar surface beforehand, intending to launch a surprise attack. Had the item been on Shen Hao’s person, it would have been guarded against at all times, and he might never have found the opportunity to unleash it.

"The Qingyun Sect has failed to reach the top ten for three consecutive sessions. If you are keeping an eye on them, Sister, I suspect they will return home crestfallen once again," another disciple chuckled.

Downstairs, Chang Xing emitted thousands of strands of divine intent, thin as silk and bright as rays of light. These strands were invisible to ordinary people, perceptible only to Han Huaiyi. When the divine intent touched the surrounding barrier, it recoiled, controlled with the fluid precision of tentacles.

The man in black’s expression shifted; two sharp spear tips had already pierced toward his brow. The piercing cold light made the skin on his forehead prickle and his hair stand on end.

Life was difficult. If Sima Ji failed to achieve final victory, would it not be the common people who suffered? Yet, he knew well that the common folk of this era lacked a certain level of political awareness, which was why he employed methods that appeared mutually agreeable, ensuring they remained acceptable to all.

Jiang Bin casually took a bundle of dried noodles from a cloth bag on the shelf and handed it to Deng Yuru.

Upon hearing this, Ximen Yu was stunned. Although he had speculated that Ye Fan might possess some skill, he had not expected him to be this formidable; it far exceeded his expectations.

After seeing Fang Qiming off, Qin Ziwei and the others exchanged bewildered glances. What was going on? It was all so bizarre and muddled.

He had no expertise in barbecuing, nor could he claim to be skilled at it. However, he was not in the habit of being waited on hand and foot. He had intended to do it himself, but Lee Qri and the others insisted that since he was a guest, he should simply enjoy himself. In the end, Park So-yeon did most of the grilling, and Lee Qri and the others piled the food onto the plate in front of him.

Yet, he still felt conflicted. If he went down, there would be no one to keep watch here. If they were trapped at the entrance like last time, it would be a tragedy.

Having a third-rank Gu master assist a second-rank Gu master was enough to make anyone laugh until their teeth fell out. However, as it was the strategist's order, the two men, despite their inward displeasure, did not immediately refuse.

For one, the King of Valor was arrogant and, from the bottom of his heart, did not submit to me. This was the pride of a powerhouse; he was a supreme warrior. If he were to kneel before me—someone who was not a supreme—in front of everyone, how could he bear the shame?

In that instant, Yan Jun seemed to understand something. His fist energy was condensed from his own physical strength, but if he possessed wind-path or air-path Gu insects to borrow the invisible energy of nature, his fist momentum would likely have been elevated to an even higher level.

"This Eastern Emperor Bell once campaigned across the heavens and earth with me. It was damaged in the great war and is now broken, yet it remains a supreme treasure. If you can piece it together in the future, it will surely be of immense help to you. Furthermore, my spatial origin resides within it, which can assist you in advancing your cultivation," Tai Yi offered, dangling yet another temptation.

Long Yunfeng was highly satisfied with his creation. Looking at the scene in the bronze mirror, he felt a sense of comfort in his heart.