Chapter 35: You Were the One Who Made This Rule Yourself

The onlookers nearby were struck with terror, and not daring to remain, they all scattered in flight.

"Are you willing to join me in unraveling the mysteries of this secret realm?" Cunfa stroked his handlebar mustache and extended an invitation.

With no other choice, Qin Feng decided to approach Gu Ye, hoping to guide his blind sister back to the right path.

With a muffled sound, Wuxin spat out a large mouthful of blood. He had already suffered internal injuries after taking a Heart-Crushing Palm head-on, and combined with the heavy blow he had just received from Mo Bei, he could no longer suppress his condition. Suddenly, his vision went black, and he collapsed straight to the ground.

Lin Wei thought to himself that Tang Qiuzhen was truly a crafty veteran; before he could even speak, she had already cornered him.

However, the palace before him gave him an indescribable feeling. He had a strong intuition that, first of all, the palace was extremely dangerous, and secondly, it concealed some kind of terrifying energy.

Perhaps sensing Tang Qiuzhen’s hostility, Chu Yu softened her stance at this moment. After locking eyes with Tang Qiuzhen, she lowered her gaze.

No one knew that Tang Qiuzhen was actually far more daring than Mr. Jing’s group. They had ventured through eight or nine intersections, choosing the middle path every time, yet new forks in the road continued to appear at regular intervals.

Within the Shaolin Temple, the conflict between the Virtuous Prince’s Mansion and the Shaolin monks had gradually subsided. Since the incident had already occurred, neither side was willing to engage in a full-scale battle for an unknown reason before uncovering the truth, as both sides feared the other’s strength.

Although this Gouchen Sword was not one of the primordial treasures left behind by the Great Emperor Gouchen, it had nonetheless carried the power of an imperial realm, making it incredibly resilient. Yet, the fact that it had suffered damage showed just how ferocious the opponent's blow had been.

Zhang Qingyi recounted the mission to find the person again, but regarding the specifics of that world, she only said that Liu Zhen would understand once he arrived.

Shu Qing’ai pulled up a stool and invited Zhou Dahai to sit. She then went to fetch two apples she had bought in town that morning, peeled them, and handed one to each of them.

"What's wrong? Do you dislike my cooking, or do you think I would poison it?" Zhang Xinyu teased as she placed a meatball into his bowl.

In the distance, deafening roars erupted from time to time; clearly, Li Wuhen and Baili Qianchuan were still battling the Single-Horned Silver Lizard.

As the lightning faded, the crowd that had surrounded them was blasted away, and the lion leapt once more, landing atop a massive boulder. Everything returned to calm. The crowd looked up to see the lion overlooking them from its perch, its paws resting on its mane. Even Han Junyao, standing behind, looked at Ye Xiao in disbelief.

She had felt quite uncomfortable with Shu Qing’ai’s relatives during their last visit, and she hadn't expected them to be the same again! But since they were Shu Qing’ai’s elders, she couldn't intervene.

Just as she was about to pay, she remembered that in the cupboard of the bamboo hut, the man only seemed to have two changes of clothes, one of which had been torn the day before. She chose a bolt of indigo fine cloth from the counter, intending to make him two more outfits.

The Moon Bear imitated the three people in the tree, standing upright and trying its best to sit on its hind legs, though they were too short and thick to bend properly. It crossed its forelimbs over its chest, its two beady eyes fixed intently on the trio. Tang Jiao, watching from the tree, couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

Since Xu Xiyan had already abandoned fear and death, fear and death would naturally no longer grant her their power.

The sphere of starlight soared ten thousand meters into the sky, expanding dozens of times over in an instant, enveloping the entire Qianlong arena.

His gaze lingered on Jing He’s patchwork robe, and he fell into deep thought. Then, he realized with a start: "I never expected that old scoundrel to dote on you so much that he would pass down such a divine treasure to you. Hahaha! If I kill you, will he be heartbroken?" As he spoke, Huang Dingtian let out an evil laugh.

The monkey-faced man and his two companions were startled, finally realizing what Lin Yun wanted them to do. Not daring to hesitate, the monkey-faced man and the seductive man struck simultaneously, each sending Mo Yan and Jin Chi flying with a single punch while they were completely off guard.

"If the aura of the Holy Spirit still existed, why would I be so troubled now?" Lin Yun muttered with a bitter expression.

Her psychic ability level was far higher than that of the surrounding sea monsters. The black mist abilities resonated with one another, and the higher the level, the stronger the psychic waves and the greater the suppression. When her psychic waves completely crushed the opponent's, it caused them to suffer from energy disorder and exhaustion.

"That fool didn't even suspect me?" The military doctor stood behind her, his dark eyes shimmering within his fair face.

Xing was frantic with anxiety and blocked Mo Heng’s path. Having witnessed Chu Kai absorbing the internal energy of others with her own eyes, it was truly bone-chilling. She could not believe such a terrifying martial art existed in this world.

In the past, whenever she resisted, Mu Jinghan would press her down, demanding more and more until she couldn't even straighten her back. Having learned her lesson, she no longer dared to provoke him too much.

After a bout of struggling, Yan Nuo finally understood: the fish’s weapon was nothing more than its tail fin, which was extremely agile.

On this day, her spirits were a bit better, though she still spoke very little, remaining largely silent. Even this was enough to surprise Su Susan and Cheng Yu, who treasured the moment as they accompanied her to the garden, one on each side.

What did he mean, my master isn't dead? Is that any way to talk? Your master isn't an immortal; why should anyone have to die just because they get into a fight? Since your master is so formidable, we might as well fight ourselves. Shangguan Feng thought this and acted on it immediately; he rested his hands on his waist, and the Tian Shang Sword leapt into his grasp.