Chapter 125: The Spirit-Treasure Grotto-Heaven, the Human Calamity Approaches

The scene, as if the heavens and earth themselves were trembling, struck fear into the hearts of both the otherworldly beings who had come to assist and the surrounding villagers.

Before them appeared a colossal dragon formed from swirling ochre dust, its resonant roars shaking their eardrums.

The villagers turned pale with fright, almost believing that the heavens were angry and had unleashed an earth dragon in upheaval.

“This is a secret technique taught by Master Yuchen! Elders, please do not panic!”

“It says it’s not human…” Yang Bian translated from a distance. After some time interacting with the foreign language expert Erha, Yang Bian had learned a bit of beast speech.

Suddenly, the Ten Thousand Tribulations Blade Technique was unleashed, causing the entire world to quake as a massive blade aura appeared in the sky, blotting out sun and sky.

Previously, Wei’er had been driven by the most primal desires; her alluring figure and curves were precisely what men desired most.

Yang Bian, originally in a dragon-like state infused with demonic energy, knew that the Enchantment Array Master’s immobilization spell was not a predictive skill but rather one that selected its target directly — unavoidable, leaving only hope that the array’s accuracy would be minimized by the heavens.

Boom! Prince Nangong Yan released another fierce skill, burning a large breach with intense hellfire.

Moreover, she was a woman who held grudges. Liu Meng was sent by that group; she vowed that if she ever cultivated to become powerful, she would take revenge.

The viper and the leopard eyed the two cautiously. The bandit king and the ninja captain were undoubtedly ruthless types. Both knew that if they truly claimed ignorance, they would be killed without hesitation.

With a mix of force and persuasion, the battle dragon was sent away. Zhang Kuang and Ao Tian stood, waiting for Qin Yang to speak, certain he would have questions.

Using the Divine King as a benchmark: by twenty years old, one reached Golden Tier Five; by twenty-three, Amethyst Tier Five; by twenty-seven, Diamond Tier Five; and by thirty, the strongest sovereign.

Generations lived in seclusion, gradually succumbing to lethargy. After several generations consumed by idleness and depletion, attempting to revive their former glory became nearly impossible.

Lu Ping saw Zhou Yan nod obediently, a smile rising in his heart, yet he said nothing further and followed Zhou Wanbao and the others into the city.

In General Cheng Yaojin’s tent, the victorious Cheng Yaojin was discussing with the military secretary how to report their achievements when Cheng Dong came to summon him.

He now understood Lu Ping’s formidable nature. If that man were to turn against him outright, he would fight to the end. But now, trapped and unable to leave, with all his old acquaintances looking down on him, it was truly infuriating.

In a daze, a face suddenly appeared before him—seductive and enchanting, exquisitely beautiful, with eyes full of sorrow and melancholy silently fixed upon him.

Yet, in the end, he broke his promise. Impulsively, he chose to sacrifice his life to save the one he loved.

From the opposite side came the chef’s low, subdued voice, completely unlike his usual calm and steady tone, as if suppressing a burning anger.

This perfectly suited the Shu army’s intentions. Following Tian Chou’s orders, several units pursued the Huainan army, driving them forward. Tian Chou coordinated from the rear, attempting to guide Ma Shu and his troops to the places he desired.

The Maoshan Sect’s “Dragon-Tiger Great Rejuvenation Pill” was renowned far beyond the “Return to Origin Pill.” Not only did Hai Ping refund all their losses, but he also gave them three more pills, restoring their lost hope and tripling their gains. How could they not be elated?

Yet, the more than forty disciples, including Li Yang, wore solemn expressions and remained silent.

The old monk smiled at the marquis, then raised his hand. With a wave, a beam of light struck the marquis, sending him flying to the side.