Chapter 31

Faced with such fierce attacks, the two dared not be careless. Instantly, they drew their swords, standing back to back as they unleashed their sword techniques. Twin beams of sword light shot forth from the Meteor Sword and the Phoenix Dance Sword, and the figures of Qiao Ling’er and Mo Li soared into the air.

Although Huo Ziyin possessed numerous martial skills and techniques, he rarely used them in practice. The root of the issue was that even though he could wield any technique, there was always an underlying limitation.

As their pursuers drew ever closer, Feng Heyang and his companions readied themselves for battle. Although their numbers were few, each was brimming with murderous intent and fighting spirit.

Thus, soul masters who commanded powerful spiritual energy and understood military strategy became invaluable. They could use their soul power to envelop all soldiers, issuing simultaneous commands to everyone within the encirclement.

But what if their opponent was an immortal? Some might accept their misfortune, others might harbor resentment, but in the end, nothing ever came of it. After all, the adversary was a celestial being, and at most, one could grumble in solitude, lamenting their ill fate and bitter luck.

“So these clothes…” I opened the box, and a silk scarf slipped out, transforming into a long red tasseled dress.

Gongsun Chou responded repeatedly, yet a faint blue aura suddenly appeared between his brows, though it quickly dissipated. He followed Huang Chao out of Luoyang City.

Upon hearing this, Liang Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He had indeed feared that Dantai Mingyue would take over everything. If that were to happen, years of effort managing Chengyang Prefecture would leave him with nothing.

Li Tanhuan lifted his sword to block Nezha, and as Nezha looked at him in confusion, Li Tanhuan’s explanation was as indirect as it could be.

Here another question arose: why had this soul split from my seven souls and settled alone in this apartment?

The spine was truly fractured, and reconnecting it would require considerable effort. Lin Dong began to mend Mother Zheng’s spinal bones.

Qu Yingying entered the bedroom and did not come out again. The phone rang. Lin Dong glanced at it and saw that it was Guo Yali calling. Since their awkward encounter at the film studio, where Zheng Hui had been present, they had not met again.

After exchanging thoughts and opinions, they reached a basic consensus, deciding to discuss matters in more detail at the Ye household the following day.

“Pei Anqi?” Ji Shaoshang clearly recognized Pei Anqi and revealed a smile full of intrigue.

The sea serpent ahead was cleaved in two, writhing madly in the water. These kelp obscured vision, making it difficult to spot such serpents. The kelp grew long and was remarkably tough; being ensnared by it could be quite troublesome.

“Lord Sun, I won’t kill you, but you must answer a few questions for me.” Guyun’s eyes gleamed with a mysterious light.

At the city gates, a squad of armored soldiers stood guard. Luo Bin and Li Jinlong followed the crowd toward the gate, only to be blocked by several long spears.

Guyun gained much, gaining a rough understanding of the serpent tribe’s various attack stances, defenses, speed, flexibility, and explosive power.

Upon hearing the words of the Grey Immortal, I stopped in surprise, looking at him expectantly. Yet the Grey Immortal only gazed at me with a puzzled expression, stroking his whiskers with a front paw, saying nothing.

“Haha, it’s only natural. I’ve met their people—there was some friction, but nothing serious enough to breed hatred.” Tian Zhen remarked indifferently.

On the third floor corridor of Jinling Palace, Liu Jue sat in a chair gently waving a folding fan, his gaze serious as he watched the massive beam of light erupting four kilometers away. Even his chair seemed somewhat unstable—Wang Chong’s commotion was truly excessive.

Liu Jue’s memory remained fixed on the day Wei Buyi took out her Hetian jade pendant, leading to her death.

But clearly, at this moment, the icy beauty Li Yanran’s eyes flashed with a steely resolve. Such determination was rare, even among couples married for ten years. No wonder Wang Yao had always treasured Li Yanran, no matter how she treated him.

Zhou Wei and Tang Xin had barely sat for a minute when Zeng Qiang and Wu Han, those two fools, entered with flushed faces.

In the next instant, the flying sword and the long spear collided, and Ye Yi’s ears were suddenly assaulted by agonizing sounds—the cries of Qianhong, who dwelled within the flying sword.

At this moment, the gluttonous beast beside us was utterly enraged. With a thunderous roar, it unleashed a powerful wave that pushed us all away from its core.

Although Long Shao claimed regret, there was not a trace of it in his expression—in fact, he seemed rather pleased at others’ misfortune.

“Impossible! If you want me to go back, you might as well let me die here!” Shen Qiutian refused decisively.

Although Yin Feng had never served in the army, the company in which Qiao Fei had served was famous. Some TV protagonists were modeled on that company; anyone with basic military knowledge knew of its illustrious record.

Yan Yu had already decided: she would have Mi Duo apply first and start working at the hotel. Once she settled her engagement and cleared up misunderstandings, she would apply herself, free of worries.

Li Chang gently lowered her head, seemingly embarrassed. Yet as Lin Ying’s mother, how could she not see through it? With a mysterious smile, she said nothing and walked with her son toward the base of the city wall.

In a dark corner of the ship’s cabin, Yan Shuangdao’s eyes lit up. He was about to fully activate the domain of the demon blade to shield everyone from the devastating effects of the Hate Heaven Blade Song, when suddenly everything fell silent. The thunder faded, and the dreadful blade song was heard no more.

Fu Yan suddenly shouted, wiping his blood- and sweat-stained face with both hands. Following Meng Lu’s instructions, he raised trembling hands and tried to interlock his fingers.

Yufeng had only come here to check things out. If there were no issues, he planned to swim for a while before heading back.

At least they were not transformed into motionless statues, standing alone day after day—unable to speak, unable to move freely, devoid of joy, anger, sorrow, or pleasure, perhaps even stripped of thought.

After dinner, Yu Genshan and Han Dagang left the regiment headquarters, strolling along the yellow earth road that cut through the vast, dense cornfields east of the village.

Lin Tian’s cultivation was unimpressive, but his moves were fierce. The Overlord Slash was bold and overwhelming, and now this Farewell to the Overlord was even more formidable.