Chapter 100

Kinoshita Rokuzo was fairly confident in his defensive ninjutsu. Although Earth Flow Wall was only a low-tier defensive technique, its protection was formidable and could withstand most mid-tier ninjutsu. Changye Kong’s barrage of stone spears would likely have great difficulty breaking through his Earth Flow Wall.

When Princess Redshift heard that Empress Wannian Feng was still alive, she was deeply startled. Just how many secrets were hidden within this imperial palace? Such a momentous matter, and she had known nothing about it.

For a long time, Lin Chu had silently offered his blessings, believing that if Tong Yao was happy, then he would be happy as well. Only later did he realize that this notion was complete nonsense. Why, if she was happy, did he still feel so miserable?

Even knowing it was a trap, there would still be plenty of people who went, wouldn’t there? Was that his objective? To use such an underhanded method to make them eliminate part of their own ranks...

Although the mood was ultimately ruined by the ill-timed flames that consumed everything, this was still the most exhilarating New Year’s celebration the mage had experienced in many years.

It would be extremely difficult for anyone without permission to invade from outside, but with Candlelight’s presence, it was not impossible.

All seven of these people had been trained by the Soaring Firmament Palace. Now that they had joined forces to establish the formation, its power went without saying. In an instant, the Seven-Star Sword Formation before them was no longer an orderly formation governed by discernible principles. It had become a purely murderous ancient array, evolving into a slaughtering aura of primordial chaos and heaven and earth. Its power was enough to leave anyone shaken.

The light from the wand cast their shadows onto the damp walls. Clawing and contorted, they looked like monsters.

He could resist. He simply did not wish to. He would rather wait for his body to gradually grow numb, until in the end there was only one sentence left.

“Thirty percent.”

Sito Yu Ning’s heart sank to the bottom. Everyone had given their all, yet they had only managed to neutralize thirty percent of the Heavenly Tribulation’s power.

“There’s no point dragging fictional characters into this. This is the real world, and in reality, that would be unethical,” Yin Tianqiang said patiently.

“Let’s wait a little longer. Old Wu’s song is truly excellent—it could count as one of the finest works of the past few years. Maybe it even has a chance of breaking into the top thirty. When that happens, we’ll certainly make him treat us to a meal!” Qian Kang roared with laughter.

Yet there was one thing he had always remembered vividly: in the south of the Huaxia Kingdom stood a city overrun by zombies, even more terrifying than the Four Great Corpse Lands—the City of Ten Thousand Corpses.

No matter when, those who could not see the truth would never escape the fate of being used.

A van suddenly drove out from one side. Even Han Feng was utterly bewildered. Had someone prepared it in anticipation of his arrival, or had they stolen it from someone else?

Ouyang Mengmeng gave a heavy snort before running into the enormous villa, leaving the bewildered Ouyang Meimei outside.

Beneath the elevated platform, the emperors seated upon their dragon thrones exchanged an exceedingly subtle glance. In one another’s eyes, they saw astonishment—and a faint trace of unease.

The doctrines of the Legalist school flashed through Sito Xing’s mind. It was as if an elderly man with a broad robe, a tall crown, and a lean, refined face were slowly expounding the Legalist classics. Many passages that had once seemed obscure suddenly became clear to him.

If they failed to say a single word while their master knew only how to vent his fury, exhausting his anger without giving himself a way to retreat, they would all be sent straight to the slaughterhouse.

Any servant who dared to display the slightest breach of etiquette before him would certainly be transferred to another position afterward and would never again be considered for an important post.

This time, the competition involved no schemes or deceit. Jianian had defeated the disciple of the Carefree Sect through sheer force.

To suit everyone’s tastes this time, Lan Xiaoxiao had deliberately prepared lighter dishes. Fu Shijun ate with exceptional satisfaction and even shared two cups of wine with Ji Chuan.

In a daze, she heard Ziling shouting as she ran toward her. The girl seemed to be holding something in her hand. Was it evidence? She had no idea.

Thinking this, Meng Weipo changed into a dark-gray suit, combed his hair neatly back, and put on an expensive yet understated watch. At the door, he hesitated for a moment, then abandoned the flashy sports car and chose a business sedan instead. Now he was fully prepared.

Su Yu thought it over. If he did not give this magical treasure to Sun Can, the Wolf Demon King, it would be difficult to justify. After all, the treasure had been given to him by the ancestor of the Wolf Demon Clan.

Xie Jin watched while still chewing, crumbs from the pastry clinging to the corners of his mouth. Almost as if possessed, he reached out and brushed the unsightly crumbs from Su Jiujiu’s face.

With a wave of his hand, the secret chamber immediately brightened. Qian Yiwen’s disheveled appearance was revealed without concealment before Sicon Yu’s eyes.

The Great Demon King piloted by Lige circled the arena once, flexed its iron armor, then pressed the power button of the weapon beside it. Moxiu performed roughly the same operation. The instant he pressed the button, the atmosphere throughout the arena burst into flames.

Meng Weipo was a merchant through and through. She knew exactly what Chu Qiu cared about most and feared most, and she could easily use those things as bargaining chips to threaten her.

At that moment, many of the prodigies began to recover their senses. Their horrified gazes turned toward the figure above the divine cauldron, while waves raged within their hearts and refused to subside for a long time.

As for the Enlightenment Divine Tree behind him, it was an even stranger phenomenon. How had he planted such an enormous Enlightenment Divine Tree amid the primordial chaos?

If not for natural disasters and human calamities, Li Jiuniang would certainly have personally raised Huayang and Huayin into outstanding individuals.

This subject is quite popular at the moment. However, because the word count is still so low, it has yet to attract any attention.

No one knew how much time had passed when an explosion suddenly rang out from above, like divine thunder from the ninth heaven, echoing across the sky.

After gathering strength for a long time, the heavy punch was finally unleashed. The profound energy, nearly pure black, resembled a slumbering dragon beneath an icy sea as it burst through the air. Its furious roar shook the layers of earth below, and even the immense lake behind him erupted into dozens of towering columns of water.

Ye You first separated from Lin Qing’er, with each of them retreating to places beyond the vision of the exotic ants. They then did their utmost to conceal their auras, hoping to study the limits of these strange ants’ perception.

“It’s just that I feel something is off about Ji Yue.” Seeing the young man suddenly become extremely tense, Yun Yi hurriedly patted him lightly on the shoulder in consolation.

Demons possessed different attributes. The orbs could detect those attributes, and after absorbing an orb of the same type, they could become substitute demon orbs for them.

After lowering their heads and observing one another for a while, the white wolves suddenly surged forward as one and launched their attack. Their savage fangs and knife-sharp claws were unleashed without restraint, while powerful currents of energy spread in every brutal form imaginable, transforming the dawn of renewal into a battlefield of merciless slaughter.