Chapter 32: Then First Defeat Long Xingyu’s Father

Soon, both sides stood upon the arena.

Long Tianyin was no longer young; clad in a long white knight's robe, he possessed an air of ethereal grace, like a figure from a legend. He offered a gentle smile. "Young one, fists and feet have no eyes. You must be careful in the bout to follow."

Long Tianyin’s amiable attitude left a much better impression on Bai Yue. Consequently, she found herself feeling rather puzzled. This man seemed to have such good character...

Gazing at the Xiao Lian Divine Sword in his hand, which flickered with a crimson light, Hao Yu suddenly sensed a vast, primordial power surging from the blade.

Pain washed over Qi Tian like wave after wave of a rising tide. His body trembled, his lips were bitten raw, and beads of blood seeped from his pores.

"Xin’er, it’s not like that..." Gu Yuan stepped forward, attempting to explain, his expression flustered like a child who had done something wrong.

The film also included a sequence showing Ye Wange during her time working in Modu. It was only after she arrived in Modu and faced relentless pursuit from others that she realized she was in love with Shen Mengfei.

Able to be called the Scholar Sword Immortal, his swordsmanship was naturally extraordinary, and his cultivation had reached the ninth level of Qi Condensation.

Number One and Shang exchanged a glance, both confirming their suspicions: the reason Li Xue’er had become a cultivator must surely be because of Ye Tian.

"Then go ahead, but don't run too far. I'll wait for you right here," Ye Tian said, his face filled with concern.

This Dead Pool was not actually water, but a gathering of energy from surrounding creatures, meant to nourish the soul of the Ink Dragon. As for why it was gray, one would have to ask the dragon himself.

Seeing that Zhou Yuqi intended to change his clothes, Su Moye went to wait by the door, muttering to herself that this Prince Jing was truly troublesome and a waste of time.

When the eldest princess went into labor, Emperor Yong’an, though he did not leave the palace, sent Zhao Quanfu to her residence. As for the Empress Dowager in the Cining Palace, it went without saying; had it not been for Nanny Su and the others holding her back, she would have gone to the eldest princess's estate herself.

He raised his hands, manifesting one heaven-shaking technique after another. His blade split the ages, turning back time itself, a spectacle so magnificent it left onlookers dumbstruck.

The ninja sat atop his horse, a faint, bloody malice clinging to him. His hands had clearly taken lives. He looked down at Feng Jue, his eyes filled with disdain, mockery, and even greed.

Ye Zi’ang was reluctant to use the scroll just like this, but there was no other choice. Under these circumstances, to escape without it would be a pipe dream. By using it now, he would at least have a chance should he face such a predicament again.

This was Ning Feng’s first time visiting his own territory. Directly facing the main gate was a road simply paved with cement, lined with many bulldozers. On the construction site, excavators and workers bustled about, and a row of temporary housing stood against the perimeter wall.

The Barbarian race possessed formidable physical bodies; after countless generations of cultivation and inheritance, they were not only resistant to injury but possessed regenerative powers far exceeding those of ordinary cultivators. Yet, even so, they could not compare to the giant python before them. Such hyper-regeneration was truly the envy of all.

Lin Fan chuckled. With that look on his face, could there be a chance? It seemed a trip to the Yin Feng Sect was inevitable. Perhaps, seeing his invincibility, the girl's father might even betroth her to him?

An old woman spoke thus. She didn’t quite believe the rumors about transcending the Wufeng Continent, but the fact that a rebellion was brewing was true.

The carriage Xuandu took to the Palace of the Empress Nuwa was a sedan chair woven from the Rope of Binding Gold; though it had no one to carry it, and could hardly be called "soft."

But it was only after that incident that she understood the danger Ye Zi’ang posed, and she had gone to great lengths to persuade him to accept the scroll.

It didn't really matter, though. Childhood sweethearts were supposed to know each other's dark history—though she was such a natural airhead that she didn't have any dark history to speak of.