Chapter 22

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The "Pivot Command Window"—no, the entire universe—was trembling. A tsunami-like surge of the "Power of Righteous Faith" came crashing down, instantly obliterating countless Chaos Mountains, Void Rivers, and Stele Islands. The Blood-Slaying Guards who had not yet managed to board the National Emblem Core were swept away by this power, vanishing without a trace.

Before reaching the formation, He Fei, leading the left flank, shouted, "Dancing Petals!" He swung his blade into the water, kicking up a spray, then leaped from the boat to intercept the enemy. Zhao Meng, at the head of the right flank, followed suit, and together they brandished their blades to block Shan Xunfei.

Luo Prefecture is one of the thirty-six prefectures of the Yan Kingdom, and Dezhou City is merely a subordinate city. Within Luo Prefecture, the only instances of "dungeons" are "Mount Luode" and the "Master’s Calligraphy Wall." The former has already been cleared, while the time required for the latter remains uncertain. Xijiang is no longer within the borders of Luo Prefecture but resides in the neighboring "Jiang Prefecture."

Being invited by others is far more respectable than extending the invitation oneself. That big blockhead is so dense; doesn't this make it look like we were eagerly waiting for it?

I watched helplessly as she vomited blood in my arms—the price for forcefully utilizing her demonic power. I was neither surprised nor did I blame her; after all, if it were me in such a predicament, I would have fought with my life as well.

"This black dragon is nothing more than an energy construct imbued with a sliver of dragon might. It must have been created by the Demon Dragon Ape using the Destruction Method to stimulate the trace of draconic blood within its own body. Hmph, I’d like to see what this fake dragon is capable of!" Lei Yu scoffed coldly.

As the words fell, the sniper perched on the branch tumbled down, nearly crushing Ma Tianci.

I produced the silver notes, each worth a thousand gold coins, redeemable by anyone at the bank. The manager accepted them, counted them, and handed me a key and a pair of scissors. He then gestured for me to proceed with a smile, but the scene that followed nearly scared him out of his wits.

This person was the eldest mistress of the Eagle Wolf Villa, wife of Shan Xiongfei, named Mu Yingxue. She was also the proprietress of the One Lamp Inn, known for her straightforward and capable nature, and the one who had raised Shan Xunfei.

I chuckled and swept my three-foot blade. A hurricane erupted from the red sword that had suddenly appeared in my hand, forcing everyone present to squint. Looking closely, it really did resemble the "Setting Sun Over the Long River" technique from the Blood Moon Sword Arts.

If it came to a physical brawl, this family, even if they banded together, would likely be soundly defeated by Han Bingbing. The problem is that doing so would turn right into wrong, which would not be favorable for her reputation.

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Lao Wu still did not understand what Qian Duo meant. After explaining so many functions and so much knowledge, if Qian Duo claimed there was nothing to do, then surely no one would object if he gave him a beating.

Nan He did not want to stay there a moment longer. Using the arts Chang Li had taught her on the way back, she pulled the still-unconscious Di He out and led him to a floral pavilion.

Song Lianzhou looked at Yu Meng silently, seemingly surprised that she could say such things in front of others.

With a creak, the bronze door opened, and the scent of iron and medicinal herbs rushed forth. Bu Qianhuai felt a sense of clarity.

Liang Jiuge manifested nine afterimages, and Li Jiuhuan manifested nine phantom swords; the core of the paths they practiced shared a miraculous commonality.

As long as he broke through to the seventh level of the Post-Natal realm, Lin Chen believed that, with his speed and techniques, defeating an eighth-level practitioner would be effortless, and he could even hold his own against an average mid-stage Pre-Natal expert.

Lin Chen was puzzled for a moment, then looked at the stone-faced leader surnamed Liu and the elder who claimed to be from the Xu family. He gave them a mocking smile and walked toward the next "corpse."

Su Nan began to elevate his cultivation. Having reached the ninetieth floor of the Ice God Tower, his soul power was at level fifty-three. If he had been at level fifty upon entering, his soul power would have risen to level sixty-one by now.

As he finished speaking, an indescribable aura surged from his body. The long saber in his hand hummed with vibration, and threads of invisible power erupted around Li Yang.

"This mountain is White Mountain, and for ten thousand miles around, it is the territory of White Mountain. Shall I go ahead and scout the situation?" Mo Li asked with concern.

At dawn, Wu Yuyan woke up to find the spot beside her had already gone cold; the person had long since departed.

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Since others had come, they could not possibly return empty-handed; they had to bring something back. While the saying "it is easy to invite a deity but hard to send one away" did not exist in this era, the concept was well understood. Unless the Han army was satisfied, they would not leave so easily.

Not a single person was killed in action, though many were overcome by the fumes. Upon returning to the camp, fortunately, they had prepared hundreds of barrels of peppermint water. Without a word, they poured it over the soldiers, not expecting to remove the smell entirely, but at least to mask it.

Compared to the revelation that Chang Sheng was the nephew of Jiang Zheng-tang's concubine, Jiang Ran's words hit Jiang Zheng-tang like a bolt of lightning, leaving him reeling in shock.

Jiang Ning'er poked her head out from under the quilt, still sobbing, before a fierce look entered her eyes.

Shi Jianren looked up at the sky, seeing only a dim haze; there was no sign of any so-called morning star.

Wu Fengwan did not want to waste any more time, lest complications arise. Her goal was to take down Shui Qingfeng; these other people were of no concern to her.

The blade continued to fly past. A black-clad man behind him ducked in terror, his scalp tingling as a layer of hair was sliced from the top of his head. Although his skin was not harmed, he was so frightened he could not speak.

Gu Xixi blushed deeply. Chen Jiran was usually so solemn and impeccably dressed; how could he... how could he be so shameless?