Chapter 63: Big Master Qisang, surely you wouldn't want your secret to be...

The simultaneous deployment of the Spiritual Rhinoceros Sword Formation and the Zhou Tian Star Dou Formation completely cut off the Frost Emperor's escape route, forcing him into a head-on collision with Chen Pan.

However, before Wang Kai could sense that something was amiss and voice a warning, a subtle, imperceptible sneer curled the corners of Du Yuesheng's lips.

The Saint of Assassins and the old gatekeeper? These two possessed the highest cultivation bases and remained unfathomably mysterious. The old gatekeeper, in particular, had consistently maintained the aura of a Quasi-Saint realm practitioner right up to the present day, leaving no one able to gauge the true extent of his strength.

It was not as if Mongoose had never ridden in luxury cars, but dammit, he had truly never laid eyes on a luxury vehicle quite like this one, packed with devices and controls whose purpose he could not even begin to fathom.

Take something as simple as a Tier 1 Fireball spell, for instance. The vast majority of low-tier mages could barely manage to control the trajectory of the fireball while successfully casting it, and only a tiny fraction could accurately control its point of impact—individuals commonly hailed as geniuses.

Under no circumstances could this war be allowed to breach the interior of the Eastern Extreme Mystic Continent. He would exhaust every last ounce of his strength to bog down the dragon army out on the open sea.

Yet now, with the invasion of the abyssal monsters, humanity's situation had deteriorated drastically, prompting the St. Laurent Magic Academy to restore its traditional practices and once more fling open its gates.

"I wonder if Luo Qi has crossed paths with Xiang Yu yet?" Wei Bao muttered to himself as he paced back and forth inside the large tent.

A short while later, having reached the innermost depths, an archaic grand hall came into view, standing tall amidst a wonderland. Accompanied by clear springs and adorned with exotic divine flora, the ancient hall appeared truly magnificent.

However, after a round of fierce combat, Colonel Masao Kanae and Tatsuhiko Tsuda found that the Chinese troops engaging them were not suppressed in the slightest; on the contrary, their firepower was growing increasingly ferocious.

Qin Feng had no explanation to offer, so he could only heave a sigh and fall silent, while Wheeler focused entirely on driving, paying no mind to matters that did not concern him.

Having finished all that needed to be done, the three-month time limit had finally arrived. Checking the date, tomorrow evening would be the night of the full moon—the very moment of the overflowing full moon spoken of by Monk Shingo. When the Nether Gate opened on that day, he would have to leave this spacetime and travel back a thousand years.

The escalating crisis forced the four major families of Wa to sit down together for the first time in the seventy years following the end of World War II. This meeting had been convened by the Amaterasu clan of the Wa emperor.

The two old men moved with lightning speed as well. No sooner had Prince Yu's voice trailed off than they launched themselves directly at Feng Liuzi, one throwing a punch and the other a kick, targeting his upper and lower body respectively.

"Hehe, Guo Guo, your mind is playing tricks on you. We are right here, yet we haven't seen a single zombie, have we?" Ye Xiang said with a smile.

"Just give the steward a word when you handle the renovations, and have him chop down that large tree in the courtyard as well," Bing Wu lowered her gaze and turned to walk away, enveloped in a solitary grace and boundless loneliness.

Finally, Murong Yan'er located the prey she had been tracking, and her eyes, burning with envy and hatred, instantly took on the excitement of an imminent kill.

The monsters continued to charge toward the narrow pass without a care. As Lei Tian's astral energy began to transform, wisps of lightning started to manifest from the dark clouds, and a moment later, a massive electric dragon soared out from the gloom. Its elongated body was crackling with lightning, and its Kirin-like head radiated bone-chilling glares.

At that moment, a man dressed in a doctor's white lab coat walked into the hospital ward and approached the bedside. Mother hurriedly stood up to yield her seat to him.

"What are your plans next? Going to continue wading through these muddy waters?" Langxie settled into the white Audi, while Agamemnon remained seated in the rear.

Compared to this stench, those foul gutters and outhouses outside were completely unfit for mention.

The luck of these two individuals was rather poor. They had originally been sitting leisurely chatting in the back garden when they happened to run into Zhao Liangze and his companions, who promptly knocked them unconscious—only waking up when Lin Jiancheng instructed Lin Yichen to search for them and finally rousing them from their stupor.

Duanmu He interceded on Zhang He's behalf because he understood all too well the fate of a spy; not everyone was as fortunate as he. Even when facing Wei Jie, he could not guarantee that Wei Jie would take Zhang He in after having accepted him, as a certain degree of risk was inevitably involved.

With a muffled 'Thud!', the Shi family elder slammed his forehead directly against the ground, producing a crisp and forceful echo. Just by the sound alone, one could tell that the blow had been delivered with immense strength, and the blood continuously streaming down from the elder's forehead as he lifted his head served as proof of that.

"We can talk about it in detail once we return. Don't you have a mask? Put on one that nobody else has ever seen first," Chu Ziran said.

Seeking revenge? There were truly no shortage of people who harbored deep resentment toward him, and those longing for vengeance were naturally numerous as well, but who among them could ever hope to succeed?

"Eh? Isn't this the Blood Coagulation Altar?" Upon regaining consciousness, Song Ming discovered that the surroundings remained pitch-black and eerie, suffused with a bizarre aura. However, this was not the summit of the Blood Coagulation Altar where his father, Song Haotian, resided; rather, it looked precisely like the place he had occupied before entering the altar.

"Who I am is not important. The question is, do you wish to live, or do you prefer to die fighting?" Xiang Yu countered instead of answering.

"How long will that take?" Tong Shuya widened her eyes, turned around, pressed her legs slightly together, and straddled the fatty's lap.

A single breath—he needed only a single breath. With just that fleeting moment, executing a few sword strikes should become an effortless task, right?

No one had ever managed to materialize Dao patterns into physical reality, yet today, he had accomplished it. Above the nine heavens lay a void realm, surrounded by swirling purple qi like a dreamscape, where an old man sat cross-legged at the center, a faint smile curving his lips.