65 Life and Death

"Since you already know that the mysterious person is one of the three who ambushed the master back then, you should pursue the investigation with all your might. Once you eliminate the Celestial Demon Patriarch and the others, we will head to the Divine Realm! I'd like to see what kind of people they really are! No matter what, we must avenge our master!" the old man said fiercely, a terrifying aura radiating from Luo Hun.

"Young man, do not push your luck. Since ancient times, those who have opposed our Buddhist sect have never met a good end," the old monk said coldly, his words laden with killing intent as he strode forward aggressively.

"I'll fight you to the death!" The righteous martial artists, burning with rage, suddenly charged toward Ximen Lengbang and the cavalry of the Nether God Palace who had suddenly appeared in the rear.

"Daji is being bullied." I concisely and proactively brought up a recent major event, successfully changing the subject.

At this moment, that young master and the two old men were seated on the chairs of honor, evidently waiting for all the guests to arrive.

Especially in the Island Nation, the government of the Imperial State even dispatched ninja assassins to the headquarters of the Star Group in the Huaxia Country, attempting to steal the manufacturing method of the Star Primordial Pill.

However, upon arriving at Park Chang-hee's residence this time, he acted as if he had returned to his own home, withdrawing most of his sharp edge, wearing a gentle smile, and appearing humble and courteous.

Not only was his magical treasure seized, but more importantly, he felt as if his destiny no longer belonged to him—a helpless sensation of having one's fate manipulated by some unseen force, completely unable to resist.

"Fuye, make your move. Don't keep the Sect Master and the others waiting too long; this old man has no desire to face heavy punishment from the Sect Master," Muyan urged.

In order to obliterate Ouyang Yan, Pang Zhan had also spared no expense, drawing five thousand elite soldiers from the Vermilion Bird Camp to lie in ambush here, with Gu Moxuan serving as the general.

Plunging into utter darkness that failed to clear for a long time, everyone realized they had reached the Dark Forest. The trees in the Dark Forest soared to a height of nearly a thousand zhang, their lush branches and leaves forming an impenetrable canopy that completely blocked out the sunlight.

Because Xu Chengyu was here, he was both their young master and their master; for his sake, they would gladly be shattered to pieces without fear.

Upon understanding his intention, the other four three-headed and six-armed statues stopped bickering over the matter.

He simply refused to believe that a mortal from the secular world could burst into the Ancient Martial realm, slaughtering so many nations, without the Twelve Emperors showing themselves.

Zhan Qiheng's words deeply moved the elders of the Medical Saint Sect and filled the disciples who had just misunderstood him with shame.

Indeed, Tianze Yaoyue's stance caused Long Daifei, Hua Jishi, Zhuge Hao, and the others to fall into deep thought.

Liu Bei, currently in the heat of anger, furrowed his brows fiercely upon hearing the scout's words and glared at him.

This was the only mandatory path up the mountain. There were only four sword paths, and one could not ascend from any other direction, otherwise, they would be shredded into pieces by the violent sword qi.

Cao Qi looked at the two of them with some surprise, thinking to himself that masters were truly formidable—they made close friends and good fortune wherever they went.

Sensing the aura, Elder Ge immediately informed Xu Chengyu, his tone carrying a certain nuance that Xu Chengyu, however, failed to catch.

Hooge shared the exact same thought, but having witnessed those two massive explosions during the urban guerrilla warfare, he could accept the collapse of the city walls.

The Snow-Drinking Saber was the Nie family's heirloom and immensely precious, but no matter how valuable it was, how could it compare to the bonds of flesh and blood? Nie Feng did not need to hesitate at all.

The Zhenrong Prince's Mansion was relatively free; meals did not have to be taken together. Everyone ate in their respective courtyards, having the kitchens prepare whatever they desired.

Before entering seclusion years ago, the old Swordsman had given Dugu Ming a period of "special training." Though they hadn't met in years, the child was still just as afraid of him.

"I believe that promoting scientific progress has nothing necessarily to do with your recommendation of Fang Hanmin to succeed as the factory director. How do you know that someone else couldn't promote scientific progress as director?" In the struggle for power, old Wang cast aside even the most basic mutual respect among colleagues.

Aside from the past when he had conflicts with Pei Shixin, and Ning Tingxiu and Cheng Yixin had once intentionally tried to set him up with Ning Minyue, there had never been anything ambiguous between them.

In reality, Meng De hadn't done anything particularly harsh to Li Wei, but the impression he left was so terrifying that spending even an extra second with him was sheer torture.

Fortunately, biological resources in the northern lands were scarce; otherwise, given the infectivity of the demonic genetic virus, it would likely have turned into another Earth's Black Continent.

As soon as Dugu Jian finished these words, he visibly sensed Lu Xueqi's body tense up. The traditionally cold and stubborn Lu Xueqi was actually feeling afraid at this moment.

Xiong Lei knew that what they needed to do now was to find out who the mysterious "President Wan," the one who had been funneling money and liaising with Dr. He all this time, actually was. What kind of relationship existed between President Wan and Jiaqi's uncle? Was it cooperation? Utilization? Or a superior-subordinate dynamic?

One source of power naturally stemmed from the attribute energy of Sword Art Online. Once this energy accumulated to a certain degree, it quietly integrated into Su Mu's own body, continuously reinforcing his physical strength.

"Zhenliang, did you recite these incantations when you had headaches back then? Did they work?" Xiang Qingxi asked thoughtfully after listening.

Kong Wu, a born martial arts prodigy, had already reached the late Mysterious Stage and had even cultivated divine sense. Having no spiritual roots yet developing divine sense meant Kong Wu was neither the first nor the last. As long as one found the right method, anyone could achieve it.

"Very well! Since Marshal Khalil asks it this way, let me pose a counter-question: is the Jiangzhou Star Sector the territory of the Human Empire?" the other party demanded.

Liuli Feng had no idea that a combat style forced upon him by time constraints would trigger such a shocking live-streaming effect.

"They invade our Chu territory, attack our Chu towns, and slaughter our Chu people—how could dealing with them possibly require waiting for the King's disposition?" Lord Luyang shouted.

"A resolute man like Luan Tingyu is surely a man of his word, as evident from his unyielding loyalty to the Zhu family. Since he has already promised never to go against us again, he will certainly not break his oath," Guanghui stated.

"Is this matter certain?" Zhao Zheng had watched both battles closely, and Bi Gong and the others had analyzed them with equal care. The mainstay of the spear formation was still the Ju iron; without it, the frontline spearmen would have been stabbed to death by the guards during the second engagement.

With a casual wave of his hand, he severed the demon wolf's head, took out the Demon-Slaying Token, and pressed it against the beast's corpse. The token automatically absorbed the aura of the carcass.

Moreover, weakened by the poison and suffering vulnerabilities throughout his body, Black Equality and the other soul entities, not having completely sunk into oblivion, seized the opportunity to launch a counter-assassination.

Actually, had it not been for Jiang Yeli, Mo Qingqian wouldn't have cared even if tomorrow were her dying day; she might even have felt a sense of final liberation. But she couldn't do that now; she wanted to stay by his side longer, a little longer, until they grew old together, until a lifetime slipped away just like that.