Chapter 1029: Everything Exploded

The Fangtian Huaying blazed so brightly it blinded everyone, and all were stunned.

The abbot of Sanshan, Grand Void Gate, held his teacup and froze in place.

The three abbots, who had been burdened with worries moments before, now stared at the screen filled with exploding Fangtian Huaying, their minds going utterly blank.

On Guanjian Tower, some of the cloud-dwellers who had been engrossed in conversation were startled and turned their gazes downward.

Before the Fangtian Huaying, the cultivators of Manshan watching the battle were even more bewildered:

But Qingwu was extremely agile, slipping away from Wangyue's side like an eel, causing Wangyue to blink in surprise, then unwillingly teleport again before Qingwu and reach out once more—yet Qingwu still slipped away as before.

Fortunately, both of them were reasonable, and they knew that after I trained under the Blind Old Man, I was no longer the ordinary child I once was, so in the end they let me go.

Li Dongsheng's words shocked Wu Da and Wu Er—they were merely servants; He Deheneng, how could Li Dongsheng do this for them?

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I say two words?" said Liu Yeqing, the first to respond.

Everyone studied the three troop routes marked on the map, understood their own paths and requirements, and began calculating internally—first merit was a fine way to gain fame and glory; soldiers, after all, none wished to fall behind.

Wu Yi saw Guo Dong's expression and knew that Gu Xiao Tian, the big mouth, must have told him everything that happened in the company today, possibly even embellished it, for Guo Dong's gaze was strange—he was a man who could never hide his thoughts.

"According to ancestral tradition, the Elders' Council is held five years from now—how could it be moved up suddenly? This defies logic; has some great upheaval occurred?" Old Wu hadn't expected such a critical matter.

At the instant the black-clad leader swung his fist, "Snap!"—a vine as thick as an arm lashed out, striking his hand, then coiling tightly around his wrist.

As the character fell, a streak of starlight shot forth behind Chu Wuyan, as if infusing the character with a soul—the "Sheng" character suddenly sprang free like a startled hare and hovered above Pang Qianye.

"Isn't it better to seclude yourself in the Meditation Bureau? Many disciples beg for such an opportunity." Qin Guyue teased.

The power of the tide, though affected by wind, carries an unceasing force when it surges—anyone who has witnessed a great tide knows its might shakes heaven and earth; smashing mountains and shattering rocks is no challenge—how could wind possibly block it?

He had left the Immortal-Demon World early, knowing only that Xu Chuan had been trapped in a remote corner of that world for over four hundred thousand years; though he later emerged, Xu Chuan's creation of the Supreme Divine Path was never spoken of to outsiders.

Zhao Zhen gave no reply, continuing to search—then his hand brushed against a dead man's skull and paused, after which he dug fiercely, as if he had found something.

"Brothers of the Nine Axes, the formidable guard beside this corrupt official is gone—capture the leader first, seize the corrupt official!" he said gravely.

Xie Erdong suddenly blurted out those words, terrifying Xie Wanyin—she thought she had betrayed herself somehow.

In Yuan Ye's chest, Xiong Xiongliehuo seemed to blaze, while simultaneously sending cold air radiating outward from Ling Qiqi.

Generally, seal pups live with their mothers on land for several months before entering the sea to swim.

He Ming Guan was beautifully grand, and most of its treasure artifacts were equally ornate, adorned with precious gems.

Lin Fei's livestream had high popularity and naturally attracted many wealthy patrons; many tycoons who enjoyed outdoor livestreams had gifted him lavishly in his stream.

He had watched outside the door for a long time; if Shi Yao hadn't revealed how she administered the poison, even he would never have guessed how Mo Yan had been poisoned.

Since the day she tried to kill him along with herself, this was the first time he had seen her in over half a year.

Zhang San looked around—he figured this place must have been formed by a volcanic eruption; the walls were rough yet smooth. After walking another dozen meters, he finally reached the crater's edge, and looking up, he could still see the crimson glow of twilight.

The Emperor spoke calmly, his words tinged with a faint sigh—there was no sign of displeasure or anger.

Liu Yun rubbed his fists excitedly; having recently improved his Wu Gong, he had long wanted to test himself, and this was the perfect chance for a good fight. Yang Tai, Le He, and others had also suffered much abuse and deeply despised these villains; Li Yuanbao had no objections whatsoever—Zhang San told him to fight someone, he fought them.

The next day, villagers came to reclaim their grain and money; due to the bandits' expenditures and the costs of dispersal, calculations from last night showed only eighty percent could be returned. The peasants, still simple and honest, considered recovering eighty percent a stroke of divine fortune, and thanked him profusely.

Moreover, pirates were better suited for military service as sailors—for instance, today's Marine Corps was so fierce precisely because over half its members were recruited from pirates; Zhang San merely waited for tomorrow, when he would take Da Li Zhuang, to begin his campaign against Liuqiu.

Jin Kui sat on the golden chair, and a cherry blossom petal drifted down, landing precisely before her cup and plate; before her, the entire table was laden with sumptuous dishes, steaming hot.

He strained his hands, and the bloodstained robe instantly tore into fragments, fluttering down onto the garden soil beside him.

Zhang San thought about it—he was right; people act with purpose. Others had seen him do so much, far exceeding any charitable intent; they would surely wonder inwardly: what was his real motive?