117 Chapter 117

Nearly everyone at Azure Cloud Academy was closely watching Ling Feng’s movements. The once arrogant Yin Alliance members had surprisingly all withdrawn, barely daring to breathe. Yin Kong himself was stationed firmly at the Yin Alliance's headquarters, looking as if facing a formidable enemy.

Jiang Yi was about to say something when he suddenly felt himself completely embraced by Bilian. Then, the person in his arms began to choke back tears.

It took nearly half an hour of refinement before Xia Mu fully transformed the blood within his body into the Blood of Ten Thousand Spirits. Yet, at the very moment the process completed, an indescribable presence seemed to descend upon him—though Xia Mu could not immediately explain what it was.

The thug spat out a mouthful of blood in a sudden burst, panic-stricken as he saw Hu Cheng holding the machete he had just wielded, standing right before him. The greatest fear in life is not death itself, but dying without understanding why. He tried to speak, but his rapidly fading life force left him unable to utter a single word.

The old man hurriedly leaped aside, narrowly avoiding the attack, but to his surprise, another fire orb from Saint Lansen quickly closed in. The orb struck his chest; he screamed in agony, fell to the ground to smother the flames, then sprang up again with a somersault.

Now, the hawk soared a hundred meters high. Gazing down at the ground below, Chen Xuan’s face turned pale with fright, unable to move a muscle.

The onlookers all froze upon hearing this, exchanging strange looks as they regarded the arrogant Chen Xuan.

Moreover, Huorong was a fiery phoenix that loved flames! Would it be adversely affected in the polar regions? Could its life be threatened?

Old Master Yang was determined not to let outsiders learn of his family’s disgrace. With the clan leader involved, not only would Yang Changfa and his group be left empty-handed, but they might also have to surrender even more. Though others didn’t know the family’s true situation, their lands were plainly visible, so it was best to handle matters within the family first.

Though turmoil was brewing on the opposite side, it hardly slowed Su Ruotong and her companions’ progress.

After shattering those attacks, a mocking glint flashed in the black bird’s eyes. It spread its wings fiercely.

Though Bai Yan had mentioned the Huang family earlier, Su Le hadn’t taken it seriously. But now, things were different—unexpectedly, Huang Dongliang was about to enter the very Huang family of Huang Haoquan.

“I know, I know… don’t worry, don’t worry,” Xiao Shaohua soothed softly, signaling the part of himself that was panicking to calm down. He prided himself on not indulging in self-pity; when faced with problems, he immediately sought solutions.

“Hmph, Smoke Shield talisman! Activate!” The talisman master quickly placed two escape talismans behind him. Instantly, a foul, dense smoke rapidly spread through the air, obscuring all sight.

Unexpectedly, both children had grown so much. Especially Su Taohua, already quite a big kid, who had begun sulking with his younger sister, leaving the family at a loss for words.

Behind Liu Ye, Xu Shu and Xu Huang, who had previously seemed calm, exchanged glances after hearing Liu Ye’s remarks. Then, ignoring Xu Huang’s objections, Xu Shu stepped forward to confront Liu Ye.

Next, he stitched Chen Xue’s head to Yang Chenxi’s body, sewing it together stitch by stitch.

After asking Uncle Ming to investigate the matter, Ye Chen then went downstairs and saw Nuan Nuan playing with her Barbie dolls.

Any rebellion requires the right time, place, and support—only when backed by loyal subjects can one ascend the throne and secure a firm footing.

The sacred radiance shone incessantly, instantly suppressing the black mist. Then, Qiu Xuan of Huakai Courtyard leapt forward, landing before the sacred relic, extending his left hand swiftly into the darkness to grasp the sword hilt.

The group, approaching noon, found a large restaurant to have a quick meal.

“Senior sister, the ritual wine hasn’t been served yet,” the thin disciple finally voiced the thoughts of Xun Qiandu and Luo Wanyu. Both breathed a sigh of relief.

This time, the sentinel believed them. With a big white cat in Ling Ling’s arms and a large red dog following the horse, she resembled a princess. He couldn’t help but trust them and lifted the roadblock.

Lu Qinghuan usually took a nap at this hour, but today, accompanying the old master out, she was a bit later than usual, which explained why she said she was sleepy.

His daughter was carefree and straightforward, unyielding to the end—a trait that made Shuying ache for her.

He was genuinely frightened. Chen Mu’s previous ferocity left a deep impression on Old Bai, and now sensing the treasured deer beneath him almost scared him into losing control.

The inability to remember was not due to a lack of impression. On the contrary, in Ye Qiuxuan’s mind, the other left an indelible mark. The problem was his nature, or rather, his state, which made him impossible to recall.

Ghosts and gods—the deity of the ghost clan—though not necessarily holding the rank of a god in legends, was still a god of a certain clan. In this land, ghosts carried terrifying legends; naturally, ghost gods were extraordinarily fearsome.

Others gained one monster’s experience per kill; you, however, gained the experience of two monsters for each.

Yu Qigong slammed his hand on the table and scolded Guo Roujia, “You’re still Xin Jie’s aunt, how can you sit here so calmly without a word of concern?”

Though he had no evidence, his intuition told him those who smashed the store were sent by Hua Yucheng.

This gathering was an opportunity; everyone wanted to show their face. Winning the clan leader’s favor would open limitless paths for cultivation and mastery of the sword.

On the contrary, the spear in his hand blazed with fury. Flames surged from his hand along the shaft, igniting the spearhead—and also igniting Xiao Jiansheng and Zhao Lingxue.