Chapter 32: Return to the Sect

Amidst the passionate roar of the crowd, the trio’s conversation was completely drowned out. Beyond their own ability to hear one another, others could at most observe them huddled together, whispering.

He phoned a friend, who remarked that such matters were particularly difficult to handle and that he could only make inquiries with an Arjan who specialized in amulets.

That crisp sound was the shattering of Yin Zhaotian’s celestial vortex. In the eyes of an ordinary person, the shattering of such a vortex leads to one of two outcomes: death or a breakthrough into the Shattered Essence realm. Clearly, Yin Zhaotian belonged to the latter.

Everything was pitch black. Under normal circumstances, Chang Yu could have focused his energy into his eyes to see in the dark, but that was not possible now. As for Liji, her cultivation was far inferior to his; even if she tried to focus her energy, everything ahead remained vague and indistinct.

Palace lanterns were placed among the flower beds or fashioned to look like flowers themselves. On the terraces, graceful silhouettes appeared in view from time to time, while melodies drifted from the pavilions below.

Once the artillery opened fire, the position would be exposed. The trails of fire and wisps of smoke would not escape the notice of the 96-1 fighter jets circling high above.

The onlookers had by now retreated about fifty meters. They exchanged glances, their expressions grave.

Elder Chen had already been pointedly scolded twice by Elder Qian for failing to hunt down Su Zimo, and he was filled with a suppressed rage that had nowhere to vent.

A pine needle struck the gauze screen and fell powerlessly, much like a mosquito hitting a mosquito coil. The entire process was silent, and the Five-Eyed Gentleman in the room remained oblivious.

He looked up at the sun, but found nothing unusual. He felt as though he had overlooked a clue, yet he could never quite pin it down.

Zhou Huan’s rosy complexion had withered, and his hair turned white in an instant. With this sword strike, he had burned through all his reserves, expending his very life.

Just as Apollo’s voice trailed off, an incredulous sound rose from below; it seemed he had overestimated Ye Tianxiao’s strength.

Meng Yao’s voice resonated in everyone’s minds, instantly pulling them out of their state of feverish excitement.

After the mysterious figure departed, they left behind a chaotic laboratory and the vessels containing the replicated bacteria, which had already been spilled.

Although his harem did not consist of three thousand beauties, he did have many concubines, though he had never visited them.

Ye Tianxiao had already appeared on the other side. No one saw when he had moved; it was as if he had been standing there from the very beginning, never having shifted at all.

Without notifying Bai Yu, Zhao Min went to the bar alone. It seemed she felt that since Bai Yu was not her boyfriend, she had no obligation to inform him of her whereabouts.

"How is Al?" Edward ignored Feng Xue’s chatter, staring fixedly at the broken armor discarded in the corner like trash.

Chief Justice Rolin raised his hand. As the eldest and most prestigious judge, everyone held him in high regard.

Seeing the destructive sword energy surging toward her, Meng Yao’s face turned pale. A practitioner of the Void-Shattering realm facing a True God—the gap was two major tiers, not to mention the vast divide between a mortal and a divine realm.

"How powerful! I never expected to see such a master in the final round of the competition," a practitioner in the stands exclaimed in surprise.

They had been bestowed upon Yan Qingchen by the Empress Dowager. Now that Yan Qingchen had dismissed them, they could not possibly return to the Empress Dowager, so they had no choice but to stay here in Liancheng.

"I will kill Mo Qianye!" the two men suddenly shouted in unison. Their faces flushed red; for this moment, they were united by a common enemy.

At that moment, the voice of the Illusionary Ancestor held no trace of jest; it sounded particularly profound, as if he were recounting something terrifying.

Indeed, Qin Han had guessed correctly. Just as he was chatting with Qin Miaoxin and the others to build rapport, a phone call caused his expression to turn serious.

"You must not be so reckless in the future. The Qin family will rely on you, so you must consult us before taking any action. Never put yourself in danger again," Qin Junzheng said.

Ling Xi smiled and said nothing more, clutching the three gift boxes, lost in thought.

"Silly girl, why didn't you say anything sooner?" Qingxin said, somewhat angry. To endure such a high fever without a word.

From Chong’s gaze, Qingxin could discern a trace of pride. This man, despite his ugly appearance, possessed such brilliant strategy; he was truly a remarkable person.

"What is this Yang Tianlong’s background?" This was the first thought that rose in the minds of Chu Lingtian, Chu Tianhua, and the others.

A spark, difficult to track, landed lightly on the Panlong Dark Prison Spider, which was struggling in terror. In an instant, it was reduced to ash.

President Mu’s eyes turned red with excitement. He held the dagger with trembling hands, staring at it intently, a desire to throw his head back and laugh aloud rising within him.

"Yi'er, I’m heading out. Take good care of your brother at home. You’ve just recovered, so don't run around. If your brother-in-law returns, tell him I’ve gone to town and will be back late," Su Luo said, shouldering her medical kit.

Decades ago, they were pampered scions who had entered through the back door, arrogant and convinced of their own superiority. Later, they grew old.

However, upon hearing of the incident, the King appeared remarkably calm and comforted Bai Ye, telling him not to worry.

"Oh, my dear brother, why are you shouting at me with such force at this hour? Are you trying to feed me something delicious?" Dangkang quipped, and with a flash of white light, he slipped out of the Sumeru space on his own initiative.