Volume 1, Chapter 36: Zhou Xiaotian Is a Dead Person

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In a gravel pit in Ibaraki Prefecture, Zhang Ye, transformed into Kuuga, plummeted from the high sky. His right leg, wreathed in crimson-gold energy, struck the rhinoceros-type Grongi with a thunderous blow.

If Ye Xingchen could subdue this leader of the South O Giant tribe, he could unify the entire race and march directly upon the Floating Cliff.

For a time, the area around the cave entrance was a whirlwind of magic and secret arts. Rocks and timber rained down in a chaotic display, and several insect-men were blocked, unable to advance a single step.

The stories of the Three Kingdoms are sometimes so mysterious; two seemingly unrelated events might one day intertwine. For instance, a causal link might even form between Huwuban, who was walking the path to his own death, and Boss Cao. One has to admit, destiny is truly wondrous.

The Dragon Strike collided with the Demacian Standard, and the very space seemed to heave, sending Lin Fei’s body flying.

In silence, Lin Fei let go. Katarina walked away without looking back. Lin Fei knew that the distance between him and Katarina was growing ever wider.

Later, he saw another notification, which made him tilt his head and click his tongue. His expression turned sour, lost in thought.

Array flags are the components of a formation; they are what constitute the structure, yet they are not the materials used to set it up.

The cracks in the wall grew increasingly distinct. At this moment, Wu Tian gripped his Black Dragon Blade, channeled all his internal energy, and struck the wall with a heavy blow.

However, as this thought crossed his mind, a flash of inspiration struck, and he suddenly recalled a detail he had nearly overlooked.

They turned to other topics. Hu Xiaotian repeatedly steered the conversation toward swordsmanship. Eager to try his hand after hearing Xi Sa discuss the Demonic Taiji Sword, he was stopped several times by Bai Moge, who insisted they leave it for the next day, adding that it would also be a chance to see how A-Dai had progressed. Hu Xiaotian finally relented. When discussing weaponry, Xi Sa spoke in glowing terms of the newly produced Nine-Sting Dragon-Tongue Spear of Southern Chen.

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It was a face he never could have imagined, a face he could never forget. His mind went blank for an instant, his composure shattered, unable to function, only able to mutter subconsciously, “Father King…” A surging wave of sword energy, like a rising tide, rolled toward him.

Wu Shisan and Tongtian were both so caught up in the thrill of the slaughter that they ignored the situation outside the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation. Wielding the Heaven-Opening Chisel and the Immortal-Slaying Sword, they were burning through their reserves; even as immortal, indestructible saints, the strain was becoming unbearable.

In this battle, the Jie Sect lost over seven or eight disciples, a devastating blow to their foundation, while the Chan Sect lost only three, two of whom were insignificant third-generation disciples. The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit was captured and later used by Nezha to vent his frustration, becoming the highest-ranking disciple of the Jie Sect to fall in battle thus far.

What surprised everyone was not just the power of this aura, but the sheer impossibility of it—it hadn’t approached gradually, but had appeared in their perception suddenly, as if the person emitting it had been there all along.

“Very well.” Zhuang Wangu raised his eyebrows, knowing Jiuye intended to trap him, but at this moment, the one-armed Zhuang Wangu cared nothing for schemes. He poured his all into this strike—the Great Calamity Dream-Shattering Technique. At that instant, Bole’s Heavenly Blade Halberd remained above, while Zhuang Wangu’s Dream-Shattering Blade struck from below.

Watching the happy and content expression on the baby’s face, the two exchanged a glance and shared a satisfied smile.

Xi Sa thought to himself, *Let us hope so.* If Soro could not handle this, he would never have been able to track them to the treasure cache, and obtaining that wealth would be nearly impossible.

“So, you mean… the ‘Steel Shell,’ that machine, no longer exists?” Susan pressed, frustrated and hating her own helplessness. She had always been able to get what she wanted, but this time, she had tasted defeat for the first time and had nearly lost her life; she had never felt so wretched.

This family was truly detestable to the extreme! No wonder no one had come to deal with her for five full days. She had thought Chi Yan and Yun Yue were deliberately ignoring her to torment her heart.

From Yu Fei’s angle, he could see Su Li standing by the car. Realizing she must have seen him with Wu Peixuan, and fearing a misunderstanding, he quickly pushed Wu Peixuan away and said, “Um, I have something to attend to. I’ll be going now. Take care.” With that, he ran over to find Su Li.

A warlord who once shook the world had been defeated in such a pathetic manner. Beyond Xu Huang’s disdain for Yang Feng, there was only boundless admiration for Zhuge Liang.

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However, seeing the opponent enter the Transcendent Realm, with an aura that continued to surge, their shock was no less than that of the Primordial Fierce Beasts.

“My name is Xiao Feng. What is yours?” Deciding he did not want to dwell on the previous topic, he asked instead.

As for Zhang Yuanyuan and Xu Lingzi, they remained by Li Bixia’s side, rarely offering an opinion. And rightfully so—they were from Earth, and this was their first encounter with such a world of cultivation.

This time, the old man turned to look as well, catching sight of Ninety-Nine acting cute on the side. The old man gave a bitter smile as he looked at Ninety-Nine.

I have a wife, I have children, and I bear heavy responsibilities. Yet, only she makes me feel the blood in my veins boiling again, as if my youth has returned and my life is no longer a stagnant pool.

The defenders of the city had lost any room for maneuver, left with almost no time to prepare.

Once these words were spoken, not only Xiao Feng and his companions, but even the Stone Beast Venerable and the Fire Beast Venerable were stunned into silence.

Han Yi also knew the value of this secret art. That was why he had always practiced in desolate places, to prevent others from coveting it. Had he not been pushed to the brink of death, he would never have unleashed it this time.