Chapter 63: The True Killing Blow

Capital City.

Just as Yao Jian returned to his residence after finishing official business at court, Lady Yao tearfully recounted the plight of Meng Zhiyuan and his son.

Looking at his wife, who was weeping like a torrential rain, Yao Jian’s expression also darkened unpleasantly.

Intentional!

Shen Ji must have done this on purpose!

A borrowed knife to kill!

Shen Ji was using the hands of those heretics from the Zoroastrian Cult to deal with the Meng family!

It was highly likely that Shen Ji wanted the lives of Meng Zhiyuan and his son!

There was no way Shen Ji could be unaware of Meng Zhiyuan’s relationship with him.

Just like those charlatans from the Heavenly Mystery Sect? Well, that would require some caution; perhaps this upcoming trip to the Demon Immortal Realm would turn out to be unusual.

However, after rushing out of the smoke, he saw that the surroundings were pitch black, shrouded in a boundless night. Where was there even a shadow of a person?

"I'm fine. Leopard Tail, what is wrong with you? I am your companion, why would you suddenly attack me out of nowhere?" Stinger shook her head to indicate she was unharmed, then stepped forward to question Leopard Tail, as the attack had come far too suddenly.

Zhou Ren had been somewhat dazed at first. Having spent so much time in the Imperial Academy, aside from a few senior compilers above him, hardly any outsiders ever bothered to care about them. And besides, what did he just call me? Lord?

Pope scoffed at Leo’s reminder, cutting him off, a look of utter disdain flashing in his eyes.

Xinya awkwardly pointed at the fork in the road. Back then, she had insisted on taking the right path, only to be tricked by the demon immortals using a fake breach. Not only did this waste the stored power of three divine beasts accumulated over hundreds of years, but it also gave the demon immortals an opening, endangering the entire Heavens Beyond Heaven.

Feng Qiyuan, known as the "Clever Dragon Hand" and ranked in the top twenty of the pugilistic world's Jianghu Fengyun Bang, was actually this afraid of death.

Lian Xujun sent a voice transmission telling the others not to act rashly, while she pulled a puppet out of her sleeve, transformed it into the likeness of Xinya, and tossed it forward.

How many years had it been? The Weapon Sect and the Pill Sect had always remained in the rear, responsible for supplying magical treasures and pills, and had never been required to protect or escort divine beasts.

The Ujimqin Banner had won its status through loyalty, and Turpan, sharing an origin as a descendant of the four great Mongol khanates, was no less inferior to others.

"This fellow. Exactly like Muxue. Another foodie has been added to the family now. How are we going to feed them in the future? Such precious spiritual herbs. If Laner keeps eating like this, I'm afraid when Brother Chen returns, he will definitely break down upon seeing this. This is his painstaking effort after all."

The darkness that silently appeared in the sky above where Yue Chen had vanished was also silently devouring the space between heaven and earth. The darkness expanded outward, gradually forming the shape of a giant serpent. The momentum of the giant serpent was like a soaring dragon, its might dominating ten thousand miles. The living creatures enveloped by it were utterly like ants, at the mercy of its devouring.

After making detailed inquiries, Tu Lei and the others learned that the nine layers of the Southern Heavens could be entered and exited freely without any restrictions. However, upon observing, the four of them discovered that the vast majority of cultivators ultimately stopped only at the third layer. After hesitating for a long time, the four slowly entered the first layer of the Southern Heavenly Gate.

Yue Chen laughed heartily and said, "You really shouldn't doubt it, he actually taught me this!" After washing up for a bit, the two of them cast a lingering look of reverence toward the waterfall before turning and walking toward the mountain path.

In the arena, Feng Luoyu's offensive was exceptionally fierce. How long had it been since he had unleashed his full strength to attack a living creature?

Lost in thought, her movements with the whip slowed down. Before long, Chen Rong was panting, slowly stepping back a few paces, and collapsing limply onto the daybed.

Today, Xingyue was sparring with Su Xue. Muxue had already seen this several times, so she did not find it novel. She knew that Senior Brother Xingmian was probably no longer in the Immortal Hero Sect; otherwise, Xingyue would never dare to make a move right in front of Su Xue, at most just uttering a few sarcastic remarks to provoke her.

With a stern shout from Zhao Yunqi that resonated through the universe, the purple-robed elder who had been zoning out underneath snapped back to his senses.

Gu Xunyi saw it all too clearly. Sometimes she truly had the urge to rush up and beat up Han Qingfan. People always said one should have a mind as broad as a valley and keep one's abilities hidden, but he insisted on wearing all his emotions right on his face, making it impossible for her to pretend she hadn't seen them. What more could she say? She had long since been left speechless.