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The newcomer finally made their move, striking at the very moment Tang Zhan was most needed. The sheer ferocity and boundless, murderous aura alone were enough to chill the soul.

They had followed Ashina Jiemo to the training grounds, standing on the sidelines as he walked toward the center, about a hundred feet away, as if he had something to say.

The river water was pitch black, emitting a pungent stench, along with a chemical odor even more repulsive.

Constructing the Spirit Gathering Array on the eastern hillside was not a task of a day or two. The big yellow dog remained at the foot of the hill, patrolling to prevent anyone from getting close. As Meng Fan laid out the formation, Du Han followed, neither speaking nor wandering, standing just a few paces away.

Count Ryan led his guests through a corridor to a stairwell, climbed the winding stairs to the second floor, walked another ten meters down the hallway, and entered a café with a terrace.

Upon hearing this, Li Sheng gave a dry laugh and exited. He closed the door for the others with a fawning smile, but the moment the door clicked shut, his smile vanished, and a chilling coldness slowly crept across his face.

Xuan Shao, Yan Shao, Yan Zhen, and Brother Lin followed with great enthusiasm, splitting into two groups, each with a fishing net.

High in the sky, Lin Yumeng remained oblivious, gazing down with curiosity. She saw rows upon rows of officials in uniform standing below the high platform, their hands hanging at their sides as they looked up, observing the sky with wonder.

"Enough, stop messing around. The old man is telling the truth; he’s at his wit's end," Viper said, throwing up his hands.

Bei Hua looked at Mo Fan with a complex expression. She felt this man was like a bottomless pit; just when you thought he had reached his limit, in the face of adversity, he would pull out one hidden card after another, leaving one dazzled and bewildered.

Wang Yan had never attended a class with Zhou Yi, having only heard of her style. After being scolded yesterday, he felt resentful, thinking to himself, "I’d like to see how you manage these students, all of whom are prideful geniuses in their own right."

"Stop! It has nothing to do with me. You don't need to explain. In fact, I’d prefer it this way—at least then you won't come to bother me anymore," Wu Hao waved his hand and walked out of the dormitory.

They returned to their respective rooms with heavy hearts. Bajie was equally dejected. "Sigh, I am truly far better than him. That King has no eye for talent," he said, his tone even more mournful than Chubei’s.

"What kind of thing? By the way, let me kill you," Liu Fei shook his head and moved, unleashing his True Fire to attack the opponent relentlessly.

Yet, what caused Ye Jichen’s heart to tremble was that the figure in white seemed to see right through his sword techniques.

The number of zombies that died at Xiao Feng’s hands was certainly more than a few hundred. At that time, although he was surrounded by hundreds, if he had fought head-on, Xiao Feng would surely have been overwhelmed with no chance of survival. But that was assuming he intended to stay.

Instead, stray projectiles kept striking the energy shields of the interstellar carrier, which left Luke feeling somewhat stifled.

They connected with one another tacitly. In many places, they had to simultaneously recruit soldiers to fight Chen Mo and recruit others to guard against internal threats. Yet, it yielded little result; the greater the pressure, the stronger the backlash.

The bell rang, and the two homeroom teachers, Wang Yan and Zhou Yi, walked into the classroom almost exactly as the bell struck.

Xiao Feng tried his best to explain the bloodline potion to Long Yun'er according to his own understanding. This was the first bloodline potion he had redeemed, and he had no idea what effects it would produce or what unknown side effects it might have.

As expected, while Xu Zige spoke pleasantly, his actions were ruthless. A massive water dragon roared, its vortex churning at high speed. A giant column of water descended, submerging Mi Dou’s tornado. The tornado struggled to spin as vast amounts of water were evaporated by the wind, only to be drawn back in by Xu Zige.

Suddenly, at the edge of the vast horizon, three auras that shook the earth approached leisurely. One step, two steps, three steps—crossing thousands of mountains and ridges like three monstrous beasts closing in. The Sect Masters of the Buyun Sect and the Longyang Sect both turned deathly pale.

"This Yuhua Sect certainly has an impressive air about it; it truly lives up to its name as one of the world's premier sects," Lin Tianxuan thought to himself as he gazed at the fairyland-like Yuhua Sect, though he would not be easily swayed.

Many new arrivals proactively sought them out, asking to form teams. After consulting with Lou Hun, Xiyin decided to take the opportunity to establish a hunting group to spread the fame of the Lingxi Divine Radiance.

Mo Liu took it and drank it in one gulp. A cool sensation spread from his throat throughout his body, instantly easing the splitting headache that had been plaguing him.

Seven rays of overbearing golden light separated from the golden character "Order" glowing on the "Token" and shot off in seven different directions.

"Young Master Wei, you’ve come from thousands of miles away—surely not just to throw your life away?" Yun Fan looked at Wei Zimo and his two companions as they drew closer, laughing loudly, his aura imposing and defiant.

Xiao Wuxie smiled faintly and ripped the black cloth off his long spear. Instantly, a shimmering silver spear appeared before Ling Jing.

Nangong Wuji jumped several feet into the air, furious and ready to explode, but a fierce glare from Xiao Nu made him instantly deflate like a frost-bitten eggplant, despondent and daring not to make a sound.

"Fine, I’ve made up my mind. Let me go, and I’ll lead you down the mountain," Dou Jinying said, her voice hoarse.

She shook her head. There was one thing she knew distinguished her from Han Shangqing: she had never truly wanted to die. Even in her deepest sorrow, her first thought was to salvage what was lost, and her second was how to carry on.