One Hundred and Forty-One. Usu Landscape Painting (Double Chapter)

The sword light plummeted from the heavens, parting the clouds in a neat line, slicing through the boundless snowscape.

The sword qi, continuing its cleaving path through the snow, seemed to stretch for a thousand miles. Yet, it met not the slightest resistance, crashing straight down upon the grand protective array of the mountain gate. With a sound like a silver vase suddenly shattering, the entire cliff trembled violently.

This was the mountain gate of the Azure Firmament Cliff. For a top-tier demonic sect like this, it was naturally impossible to lack counter-measures and warning mechanisms; it was simply that today's circumstances were exceptional.

The round-table conference in the lofty pavilion had only just concluded.

"The Serpent... Sevenfold Twine!" Qi surged wildly around Zhang Fei, causing his armor plates to rattle loudly as he aggressively lunged to kill Huchuquan.

Wu Hao pressed forward step by step, his blood-red blade descending. The peerless blade energy, capable of shattering the eight desolate realms, swept away everything like withered weeds through decaying wood. Space itself seemed unable to bear the strain, emitting wave after wave of mournful cries.

Even if he had anticipated certain problems, he never expected them to reach such a severe degree.

Furthermore, this time it unleashed an ice ray that directly froze one of Ming's arms solid. Fortunately, Ming was an aggregate of energy; after discarding the arm, it could re-condense a new one with a minor expenditure of energy, presenting practically no obstacles to speak of.

"Five hundred men? A mere five hundred men dare to raid my camp of three thousand?" Yang Bai refused to believe it at all.

The man opened the door the moment he saw the money. A smile plastered across his face, he took the cash and said, "Alright, come on in with me then. Whatever the matter is, let's talk about it inside." With that, he let Wang Yuyang step through his threshold.

Had it been an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator, even a body cultivator at the Foundation Establishment realm, none would dare to swallow even a single drop of vital blood raw. That would cause them to be frozen directly into ice sculptures by the terrifying chill, but Zhang Yuanhao was different.

If he still could not find food tomorrow, Lin Dao might just try venturing into more dangerous areas to forage, which would be far less safe.

Summoned by Wang Qing, Li Zhu walked into the large tent while pondering how to break the enemy's forces. Yet the moment he stepped inside, Li Zhu felt something was amiss—the tent was far too quiet.

It seemed this Mr. Zhang had not come here with entirely sincere intentions. A large part of the reason was likely because Li Chengwei wanted to save face for him, while this Mr. Zhang had probably only come because it was difficult to refuse Li Chengwei's courtesy.

Had this been in the past, even mentioning a separation would have been out of the question. But now, things were so wonderful that even if Mount Tai were to crush down upon me, my expression would remain unchanged.

The foundation of controlling inner strength lies in the sturdiness of one's own meridians, and when it comes to the sturdiness of his meridians, Fang Zheng could undoubtedly take immense pride.

According to the secret manual, only by thoroughly integrating all five layers of the mental cultivation method into the five stances of the Great Strength Vajra Palm could the palm technique truly be considered to have reached the realm of Great Accomplishment.

Early the next morning, the family of three woke up very early. After eating breakfast together, they dropped Dudu off at kindergarten.

Yet if it wasn't him, who else could it be? Who else had entered that hotel room and left behind that train ticket? And who was it that slipped the ticket for that exact same train into Zhao Ke's pocket?

Li Yu was almost angered to laughter by her remark. He stared at Lin Qingxue—who was attempting to strip off her clothes—for a long time, before dropping a cold "utter failure of upbringing" and walking away.

Before long, a knock sounded at the door, forcing Bingyue to temporarily halt her cultivation. Because the time was so short, she had not even managed to open a single acupoint.

After announcing the results, he maliciously poured out all the medicinal pills from the jade bottle—pills that should have been respectfully presented to the various elders—suspending them in mid-air above the high platform.

That afternoon, Zhang Dashan also received the news. When asked about the reason, Lei Chengfeng sighed and gave a rough explanation.

After listening to Ye Qing's lengthy report, Ni Chunfeng's expression flickered with uncertainty and gloom. Hmph, statues? He would certainly make a trip to the State of Shu to smash those eyesores of statues of Ye Lingyu to pieces.

Only then did Zhang Zhaozhong understand the intent behind Yuan Xiaoxiao's intervention, which was truly to persuade them to stop fighting. His face flushed slightly, he withdrew the Azure Emerald Sword, and bowed deeply to Yuan Xiaoxiao.