38 Chapter Thirty-Eight

In the core area of the Exquisite Pagoda, Zhang Long and three other powerhouses of the Yanhuang tribe watched the Chiyou tribe experts and Wang Yu with great tension.

"This must be an ancient treasure left behind by the Yanhuang tribe; it is priceless. No matter what, we cannot let him get away today! We must seize it!" Chitongyin roared anxiously.

Although the Extreme Sword technique consisted of only two forms, these two were enough to make Zhang Wei invincible among the various masters of the Soul Transformation stage.

Looking out, the military camp of the capital had expanded several times over. In the distance, countless soldiers were training; the sound of their shouting shook the heavens, stirring the blood.

At that moment, a sudden realization dawned on him. He gave a bitter smile, unable to hold on any longer, and spat out a mouthful of blood. His body staggered, nearly collapsing to the ground. Extremely weak, he let out a long, heavy sigh.

Upon carefully searching Yin Ping’s universe bag, Liu Yifeng discovered a talisman hidden within.

Deep in the dense forest, where the ground was covered in withered leaves and beneath countless thick, towering trees, hundreds of cultivators stood. Each held a magical artifact, their eyes gleaming with fierce intent.

The five-colored divine light swept across the battlefield like a torrential flood for millions of miles, erasing all the divine abilities of the Chaos God Lords.

When Lu Jie’s claws were just an inch from Wang Yu’s throat, he was certain that his strike would land true.

The battle that raged here throughout the night terrified the neighboring town, and even at dawn, no one dared to emerge.

"Does anyone know what that person looks like? Or if there is anything special about him?" Niu Xiong of the Ox tribe asked, emboldened by curiosity.

After Shu Shui finished speaking, he saw Ice Dance’s beautiful, painting-like brows knit slightly in displeasure, and his heart tightened.

"Heartless, unloving, and lacking compassion. If I were to die again, you certainly wouldn't save me," Liuli said bitterly.

"The two of you, please sit anywhere. The Third Master will be here in a moment," the old man said in a hoarse voice, before shuffling away, taking two steps for every one.

"Ruoli, you take yourself too seriously! Ling Che, you should have just locked him up. To think you’d let a proper wedding turn into this!" Yu Yu could not help but interject.

"Damn it!" Feng Liuzi cursed. He really needed to find time to test if he could refine artifacts. Having the ability but not being able to use it was like holding a machine gun and being unable to fire it; hitting someone with the butt of a gun was vastly different from firing bullets.

In the evening, after Su Yun coaxed An Ge to sleep, she sat silently under the lamp, lost in thought.

Taking out his map, Lei Tian confirmed his direction and headed straight for the main city of the Water Dragon tribe. After all, the Water Dragon tribe was one of the most powerful races on the Sea Continent; perhaps they still had a way to reinforce the seal.

After a while, Yan Ming said, "Zhang Lan, I have a few photos here. Take a look." With that, he pulled a thick photo album from a box and handed it over.

"How do you have so much money?" Xiuyun frowned, her mind beginning to wander toward greedy thoughts.

In truth, the Changning Marquis Mansion was large enough to house a Wen Shun without issue. But considering Wen Shun’s identity, Wen Wan worried about how Zhao Xunyin might react upon her return, so she simply decided to cast him out.

Calculating the time, it should be the moment the three sacred artifacts unite with the various fighters to deal with the Four Heavenly Kings of the Orochi clan, and the impending resurrection of Orochi. Although he had not yet made up his mind whether to intervene, the surrounding environment no longer seemed suitable for quiet cultivation.

As he thought this, Jiraiya felt fortunate that he hadn't listened to Tsunade and wasted his reward points on redeeming the "Perfect Sage Mode."

Well, Ye Hui was indeed in the restroom now. Chun Li and Daimon Goro were in the middle of a heated battle, and as the last fighter yet to appear, he couldn't leave the arena, so he had to use the restroom as an excuse. Yet, the moment he stepped out, he ran straight into a sweat-drenched Chun Li.

These changes seemed far removed from Li Qingtong. He merely observed the public exchanges among the surrounding cultivators through his Spirit Cauldron and set these disturbances aside.

The referee, who had been worried that Shermie wouldn't be able to continue the match, could not believe his ears upon hearing this. He had certainly hoped both sides would keep fighting until the time limit, but Ye Hui didn't give him that chance.

Lin Yueyang drank a few glasses with Hou Tiantian, then began to share with Luo Yan what he had seen and heard during his travels.

"Boring? Didn't you say you wanted to challenge the Imperial Academy and the scholars of the capital? You can't just end it with a single word of 'boring'!" Hou Fangming was so infuriated by Shen Huan’s remark that he sprang to his feet, pointing at Shen Huan with a sneer.

"Then I will come find you later." Lin Xiaoyue finished speaking, took Amuer by the left hand and Anuan by the right, and left the room to find a doctor in the front hall.

"I just dreamt of her." Qi Zhenlong recalled the nightmare he had that morning, not daring to dwell on it.

Luo Li rushed forward, embracing the charred corpse. His trembling hand brushed against the temple, and seeing the silver hairpin, his eyes turned bloodshot.

If pierced by those red hairs, one would instantly become a withered corpse, and even their soul would be reduced to ash in a heartbeat.

The bearded man’s eyes turned fierce as he looked toward the campfire. The young man sitting there in a black leather jacket and pants tilted his head slightly. His gaze was colder and more sinister than his own, exuding a cold, bloodthirsty, and ruthless temperament as he sized him up with a hint of wariness.

But at the first touch, the shield shattered instantly, and Heavenly King Yun spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression filled with terror.

If he were not the Emperor of the Great Tang, his fate would surely have been different, and he would never have committed such a ruthless act.

It was a function described as enhancing one's own strength, far beyond what he could currently utilize.

When the Lu family manor was built, several single-story houses were added. Ji Dazhuang and his wife shared one, which was furnished in a cozy and simple manner.

However, Song Zhizhi had not been shy for just a day or two. Her reaction at this moment was within reason; if she had really pounced on him, he truly wouldn't have known how to handle it.