Volume 1, Chapter 144: Stop Dragging It Out

"Jingyan, I didn't see clearly just now. Who did you get into a fight with? Could it be your eldest brother?"

Seeing that Lu Jingyan remained silent, Xu Qian spoke once more, blending genuine concern with cautious probing.

Aside from the upcoming auction at the Lingbao Pavilion, Chu Tian currently had no other matters on his mind, so he poured all his energy into cultivating the Dao of artifact crafting.

Not only the elucidation sect, but all the other major factions intended to use this internal grand tournament of the Candle Sky Alliance to get rid of Li Shaofan. Once Li Shaofan was dead, everything else would fall easily into place.

Li Shaofan had his own plans, and they had theirs; the two sides were locked in mutual scheming. As for who would lose and who would win, only the heavens could tell.

As a disciple of the Ancient One, Mordo was intimately familiar with everything about Kamar-Taj. Any sturdy fortress appears effortless to destroy when the betrayal begins from within, just like what Mordo had done not long ago.

Perhaps the Shadowless Sect's heritage truly had been broken, which was why the Shadow Instructor had fabricated a Shadowless Sect identity token so that even if others tried to investigate, they would find nothing.

Chu Tian opened his eyes as a surging wave of power flooded his entire body. He slowly stood up, extended his hand, and gave a gentle push forward. A formidable, invisible force burst forth from his palm.

"Alright, then make it appear!" Yunyun slid down from Li Shaofan's body with a plop, looking at him with an expression full of anticipation.

Unfolding before Fang Chen's eyes was a smooth, elevated platform carved with unfamiliar seals that emanated an ancient and mysterious aura.

"What is the meaning of this?" Wanlin's eyes darted around as she spoke. Although she already had some inkling of the truth, since Zheng Su had asked, she decided to let her speak first; it would not be fitting for her to bring it up herself.

A single sword stroke fell, reducing the king-like man to such a wretched state, covered in sword wounds and forced into a continuous retreat. Such humiliation was unprecedented for him, fueling his rage toward Di Luo even further.

Having no hope of achieving sainthood, the Tathagata Buddha had practiced austerities on Fangcun Mountain for many years, yet remained unable to become a sage. Afterward, together with Bodhi Patriarch, he disguised himself as a Daoist priest and went to study Daoist doctrines.

When it comes to food, canned beef is the ultimate choice. Its production cost is almost negligible, while the profit margin is remarkably impressive. Based on previous market rates, one ton of fresh beef is roughly equivalent to twenty-two hundred grams. One hundred tons would equal two hundred and twenty thousand. As the saying goes, things are valued for their scarcity, and He Hao believed the export price for a hundred tons could easily be driven up to five hundred thousand.

The short man bowed, wearing an expression of grim determination, and followed the ranger downward.

Although the voice was not loud, both sides heard it clearly. The Buddhist faction's morale naturally soared, while the Martial Dao Sect's side began to stir in unease, though they dared not take any reckless action.

Beiling Lei spread his five fingers and clamped his palm around Vegeta's fist, effortlessly as if swatting a fly.

This doubt not only surfaced in Fergus's mind, but the other Gold-tier experts within the Judgment Hall were also somewhat startled and suspicious, breaking out into another round of low whispers and discussions.

"With the assistance of you two great demon lords, our Demon Clan shall be as steady as Mount Buzhou! Let's see how much longer those Wu Clan members can remain arrogant!" Di Jun laughed heartily.

This battle was bound to happen sooner or later, though he hadn't expected it to come quite this early! Fortunately, Dao Ancestor Hongjun had already been heavily wounded; otherwise, things would have been truly difficult.

Secondly, before the Sect Master left, he did leave instructions, though those instructions were meant solely for Suirenshi, consisting of only eight characters: "All rivers run into the sea; tolerance is a virtue!"

Within the void, a muffled voice roared out. At that moment, a trace of panic and dread laced his tone because his calculations had gone terribly wrong.