Chapter 40

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Prince Shen was at a loss for words—how could she not learn to breathe properly? She could only hold her breath and dive down, but every time she tried to take a breath underwater, she sank further.

“Sacred Mountain’s Fall,” Ling Xian sighed softly, knowing full well that no matter what he said, the Fallen Immortal would not change his mind.

Since everything was settled, Yang Yang emerged from seclusion, coming out of the fourth floor of the Tongtian Tower. Upon leaving, he also took the opportunity to bring out the people from the Ye family. Unsure if using the City Relocation Talisman would cause any unforeseen consequences, he played it safe and gathered them all out.

Suddenly, Fang Yan overheard a voice from the table beside her—it was the same three people she had seen when she first entered. They had been communicating mentally but unexpectedly started speaking aloud.

“Sorry, both of you, we need to inspect your boxes. Please come with me,” said a few police officers, leading them into a room.

Fang Yan chose not to get involved. Just moments ago, Brother Jiu Huan sent another mental message saying he had gone to pursue two beasts. He wasn’t sure if he could catch or kill them, but with his thousands of years of experience, even if he was outmatched, he should be able to protect himself.

“Do not doubt. If you cease your actions, I promise to spare you in the future,” Xiao Henshui said, aware that his words might not be believable. Seeing Fang Yan preparing to use another technique, he sent out a mental message and immediately dispelled his protective barrier.

Meanwhile, from the results announced by the Martial Fighting Group, the best performers surprisingly were not members of the big factions. Instead, they belonged to an obscure force.

Several top figures looked on in shock, their hearts stirred into a storm. This was not due to a lack of composure but because the matter was simply too astonishing.

“Is that not enough? If not, I can give you another one,” Chu Linfeng said at this moment. His guards exchanged glances, and several immediately surrounded him.

He knew Su Chen would not die, but being trapped here indefinitely was practically the same as death.

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With a crisp “crack,” Hui Wucang spat blood, staggering back several steps, his two huge front teeth long gone.

Waves of sword energy storms swept the sky and earth. Vortices of sword qi appeared from nowhere. Soon, two attacks intertwined and exploded into a dazzling burst of light.

“Thank you, Second Uncle, for your guidance. Yun Cheng will surely rally and live up to your expectations,” he said, accepting the Mu family’s heart method carried by Mu Zhilan.

Above the gate of Feifeng Manor hung a plaque inscribed with four large golden characters.

Liang Yu’s killing intent soared to the skies as he unleashed the ultimate art of a thousand swords, their power erupting in an overwhelming, dense torrent that roared in all directions.

The four great demonic dragons had slumbered for countless ages. The arrival of Ling Tian and his companions shattered the peace, prompting the dragons to decide to devour them as nourishment.

But Zhang Tiansheng knew it was impossible for him. His limited social skills and refusal to flatter others made promotion nearly unattainable.

Chu Yan was utterly speechless at Yun Hao’s lewd behavior. At a time like this, how could he still be thinking of such things? If Yun Hao’s enemies appeared, wouldn’t that be extremely dangerous?

A mocking voice sounded overhead. A Yi looked up, staring at the face he despised from the bottom of his heart, then lowered his head and bit Wang Ze’s ankle fiercely.

Two days later, only one-thousandth of the candidates remained on the road. They crawled up the stone steps on the mountain trail, step by step.

Chu Tian was greatly surprised. After meeting the old Gongshu, this Sixth Brother had been wildly confident, but undeniably genuine. This iron-backed puppet already ranked as an innate true artifact. Remarkably, he even reflected on himself—perhaps a word of comfort for this Sixth Brother was in order.

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However, it was highly likely that later, the sect suffered a great calamity and was destroyed, leaving him to roam the martial world alone.

A month was too brief for Shao Tianhua now. He frequently had to enter seclusion for months at a time. As his power grew, so would the length and frequency of his retreats.

The earth cracked open in massive fissures, with molten lava surging from beneath, flowing across the land like fiery rivers.

After the Kirin Patriarch dispelled the purple mist, he began to draw upon the Heavenly Dao power within Lu Chenxing’s body, moving toward the realm of the Blade World, eager to glimpse its true nature.

Thus, under Zhong Yuan’s strategy, Zhang Liangqing successfully invited Gao Ji to serve him.

Shao Tianhua effortlessly drew his sword. The man twitched twice before falling silent. At that moment, an invisible force floated from the man’s body. The Big Dipper Seven Stars Sword emitted an unseen power that swallowed the essence whole.

Soon, the people at the mountain pass heard howling sounds drawing nearer, pressing down at their feet.

Zan Qing shuddered uncontrollably recalling that day’s scene. He had seen filth and corruption before, especially during the late emperor’s reign, when dishonorable acts ran rampant, stirring widespread dissatisfaction throughout the court.

Liu Run roared in fury, wielding a steel pipe to smash all the zombies before him, but was soon overwhelmed and knocked to the ground by the sheer number of undead.