Chapter 146

The simultaneous imposition of five lifetimes' personalities upon him was simply beyond the endurance of his cerebral nerves. Moreover, the violent conflicts of various energies within his meridians caused him excruciating agony.

However, this year, due to changes in the rules and to prevent disciples of major sects from posing as rogue cultivators to enter the competition, the screening of rogue cultivators' identities had become exceptionally strict.

His tone was deeply subdued, conveying a noble sentiment of "spilling hot blood for the common people," along with the grievance of being misunderstood and the suppression of not being able to charge into battle and slay the enemy immediately.

Suddenly, a strong sense of impending danger struck. An Niu and the other two leaped aside instantly. With a loud crash, a huge crater appeared right where they had been standing! Had they not dodged in time, they would have shed a layer of skin even if they survived, leaving them drenched in cold sweat.

The electric dragon, having missed its target, twisted its body once more and lunged anew at the opposing Lokaran warrior.

Su Nuan was initially startled by the eerie sound. However, upon seeing clearly who was standing behind Bai Zihuan, she felt a helpless mix of laughter and tears. Bai Zihuan glanced down at the paw dangling and swaying over his shoulder, wearing a half-smile on his face, and then...

Femas was the first to notice that the man was acting somewhat stealthily, but didn't think much of it. Even when he saw the man turning back, he simply assumed he had suddenly remembered something and was retracing his steps.

The dangers ahead were manageable; soldiers would be blocked by generals and water by earth. He refused to believe he would perish here.

An Niu executed a tumble like a donkey, rolling to the side of the ghostly shadow and gripping the hilt of his blade. "You want to kill your daddy? I'll kill you first!" An Niu roared, pouring every last ounce of his aroused strength into executing the Wind-Breaking Slash. "The Twelfth Slash!" The long saber transformed into a flurry of afterimages. When the blade finally ceased its motion, the ghostly figure shattered entirely, dissolving into fragments.

Although Leng Ye's unusually gentle gaze felt somewhat inexplicable to Su Nuan, she knew that the only thing she could do now was to "seek no merit, but strive to avoid fault." Since she could not be of any assistance, she must at least avoid becoming a stumbling block.

Words like "brilliant and mighty" used to feel utterly nauseating to Zhao Yan when he watched them on television, but experiencing them applied to himself felt rather nice.

"Get back! Don't come near!" Arc Star shouted, waving his hands repeatedly to signal Li Tian and Yi Qianyu to stay as far away as possible.

It seemed the town's school was on break today, so Hua'er did not have to attend classes. After breakfast, she dragged Zhang Liang out to play everywhere.

In truth, there was not much to pack. This two-bedroom apartment contained only the most basic household appliances. Perhaps to avoid stirring up sad memories, Zhang Nianzu rarely came back to stay, so he retrieved the two photo albums from the house first.

"Of course I've sealed it too!" Arc Star said, rapidly forming hand seals as starlight flashed intermittently within his body before fading away one by one.

Tang Long took a scalpel and opened the chest cavity. Upon inspection, he discovered that the victim had died of mechanical asphyxiation, which forensic pathologists typically divide into six categories.

Lan Xi smiled softly at these words, her silver tongue twisting the pursuit of fame, wealth, and status into a positive philosophy of life. What began as a calculated endeavor ultimately sounded like heartfelt truth, earning even the appreciation of Uncle Wangdi.

Although the clerks in Yang Lin's shop were ordinary men accustomed to traveling about, how could they possibly match the martial artists under Zheng Yu's command? They were simply not in the same league, and within a few moments, they were subdued, rolling on the ground in agony with shattered wooden staffs strewn everywhere.

"Then why isn't he coming yet?" Ying Qubo's mind was deeply shaken that Li Tian had seen through his cultivation level at a glance, yet his expression remained entirely composed, calm as still water.

"Take a look at what you look like—a mere toad," Qin Dandan deliberately taunted Li San with displeasure.

At that moment, a knock on the door from outside interrupted their conversation, followed by the voice of Liao Yong.

On the other side, after hanging up my call, Cailang Cheng was already deep within the village. Hiding in the shadows and watching Kroc lead a large contingent of men out, he still felt a bit bewildered, uncertain whether this was a conspiracy or an opportunity.

Officials in the imperial court believed that the emperor's deeper intention was to ruthlessly purge the Crown Prince's faction of former years. Because this matter involved the historical struggle for the succession and possessed complex relations with deep political backgrounds, court officials dared not voice any objections, even if they were dissatisfied with the massive ennobling of military generals.

Moreover, these individuals were sword cultivators. Most of the time, they merely studied swordsmanship, and archery was definitely not their strong suit, making their elimination entirely normal.

These ornaments allowed Yun He to maintain absolute cleanliness at all times, purifying even the garments he wore with an effect superior to daily laundering and washing.

Zhao Zhijun's hoarse voice was exceptionally low. The plum-blossom hairclip resting in the palm of his hand, stretched out toward Yang Jinxin, emitted a dazzling radiance.

However, the entire Yonghe Palace was riddled with Li Su's informants and eyes. To avoid arousing suspicion from those around her, she had no choice but to act.

Yet such an advanced social system had been torn to shreds by certain factions controlling the court's affairs.

Pushing open the door, Shao An was startled to see a black interrogation bench placed prominently in the center of the hall. Two men, holding bamboo staves, stood on either side of the bench—one looking cold, the other stern—both staring straight ahead without blinking.

The Silver Light Ring, Soul-Absorbing Umbrella, Mist Spirit Banner, and Flying-Dragon Shears were unleashed one after another, striking at all the fatal acupoints across Zhan Zhaohua's body.

Especially Wei Chongnian; upon hearing this news, he felt as though a massive boulder pressing down on his chest had been instantly removed, and even breathing became noticeably easier.

Many people in the circle used to say that Ye Zhuocheng was a cold-blooded monster. At the time, he scoffed at the notion, right up until the time he raced cars against Ye Zhuocheng, when Ye Zhuocheng refused to brake at a dangerous curve and their entire vehicle tumbled down the winding mountain road.

In fact, ever since Ye Xing condensed this special divine soul avatar, he had been continuously exploring the avatar's capabilities. Hard work pays off; he finally discovered a remarkably magical innate ability possessed by the divine soul avatar.