Chapter 1035

"What did I just see?!!"

"Flight by sword?!"

"That damn brat Mo Hua—he can actually ride a sword?!"

"How can he ride a sword? How is it even possible for him to ride a sword?"

"Impossible, utterly impossible!"

This truth was so shocking that many watching cultivators first doubted not their eyes, but their minds:

"Have I been ensnared by an illusion? Am I hallucinating?"

Existence itself is an unsolvable mystery. Junyu suddenly recalled a line from his past life: All forms are illusory forms; if you see all forms as no-forms, then you see the Tathagata.

The more he fought, the more his heart sank; his true qi was draining rapidly, his essence and blood nearly spent—if he didn't end this swiftly, he would bleed out and die! Thinking this, Xiao Yue Xuan Lang narrowed his cold eyes, fixing the man with a fierce, malevolent gaze.

"Squeak…" Before this guy even reached halfway up the mountain, several sharp cries rang out from a pine tree dozens of meters tall, followed by a cascade of droplets pouring down.

Though his current parents didn't give birth to him, this body was born of them. Since he had taken over the nest, he must fulfill the duties owed. Through this period of interactions, he had fully adapted to his new identity.

The first challenge had a time limit: fifteen minutes. If no winner emerged, it was declared a draw, each side awarded ten points. These two demonic cultivators failed to determine a victor.

They weren't going to any Elnar assault—though this military exchange organization was famed, representing the pinnacle of global special forces competition, that was only true in the eyes of regular troops.

Gu Dewo punched Mike in the body, but Mike gritted his teeth and refused to let go; yet I could see Mike's bones had shattered under that punch, hanging limp from Gu Dewo's grip, his mouth still straining.

Only Zhang Zhirui was pleased with this outcome; seeing Zhou Chen return alone and the Empress wearing a smug expression, Zhang Zhirui guessed it was almost certainly true.

He still felt dazed, slowly asking a question—but the moment he spoke, he was stunned silent by the scenery before him.

"Oh come on, you talked so much but never told me where he is?" At this point, still holding back? A Jiu looked down on Qi Xiao with utter contempt.

Seeing the familiar owl, Hop opened the window and let it in; the owl handed Hop the letter, then flew away.

Then he pondered: Was this state one of movement, or was he still motionless in place?

Eating won't ruin you, dressing won't ruin you—it's failing to plan that ruins you. After all, this was the lifelong principle of the Third Uncle, Yan Bogui.

Just thinking about it gave him a headache; after turning it over and over in his mind, he gave up and decided to measure everyone's physical data first.

Thinking of this, Sun Zheng silently lowered the fire sea a little more, but quietly expanded its radius by another circle.

In his youth, before even tying his hair, the State Preceptor wiped out the Yellow Sand Bandits and imprisoned the Wang Fu. As a teenage military supervisor overseeing three frontiers, he beheaded a national marquis in public. Three thousand iron cavalry purged the steppe; over a hundred pyres of skulls along the route still stink to this day.

Yanran didn't answer him, carefully glancing left and right; once she confirmed no one was around, she pulled him inside.

This time, the receiver spat out an unusually long phantom sheet of paper, densely packed with text, yet thoughtfully divided into several sections, even including a simplified map.

After a series of tests, the doctor found no issues whatsoever. After lingering a while longer in the hospital, Mo Wen was discharged.

Of course—given Su Jun'ai's seniority and fame, being invited by the Spring Festival Gala was only natural. Especially since he'd just returned this year, at the peak of his popularity. But why wasn't she on the invite list?

This challenge match was crueler than previous PKs; previously there were holdovers, but now it was immediate elimination! For challengers, this was a rare opportunity; for the nation's top ten contestants, it was the most dangerous direct confrontation.

Gu Junwei gave him a dark look: If you can't even protect your own sister, what good is being older?

Everyone was startled by this shout; how had An Zeyu, usually gentle as the wind, suddenly become so furious?

Yuan Qiuhua took his leave, knocked on door 608, entered, greeted Shi Xiuxiu, and told her that Lan Shao had drunk too much, urging her to stay alert and offer appropriate care.

He looked at the steamed bun in his hand, then at the empty coffee cup, unsure what to choose.

"In Lin Hai City's three great families, the Li and Wang clans are the strongest. Though our Zhong family is one of them too, we can't truly stand against the Li clan, and we have no ties with them—if I go to demand someone back, it'll be useless."

She naturally heard the unease in Qing Ming's voice; and it was so late—normally, no one would disturb their rest unless it was an emergency.

"This might be a sunny winter day, or perhaps a cloudy summer day—who knows?"

The studio audience, hearing this, clenched their fists involuntarily, for they knew the heavy plot was about to unfold.

Mo Li spoke, her slender fingers interlaced, some joints turning pale from the pressure.

Chu Tianyu had never seen this scene before; at first, he froze where he stood, unsure what to do.

"Starlight, honestly—do you regret coming here?" In the dorm, a tall-nosed man in a light green military shirt sat on the lower bunk by the window, idly flipping through his magazine as he asked his roommate across from him.

When the birds are all gone, the fine bow is put away; but what if the birds aren't all gone? The fine bow must remain at its sharpest! Thus, at this moment, Dragon Young Master shamelessly played the role of a "half-traitor."

"Hehe~" Su Xier, seeing this, her big eyes curved into crescents, her long lashes fluttering, looking adorable.

Su Zimo smiled, stopped overthinking, and nodded to Li Si as the man pushed open the heavy glass door beside him, then walked in.

Everyone was stunned—they hadn't expected this so-called top expert to commit suicide?

Fortunately, the battle hadn't badly damaged the alien nest; Xu Youruo immediately ordered her insectoid troops to begin research.

Back at the Zhou household, Old Man Zhou paced back and forth in the courtyard, his expression frantic with anxiety—clearly, he was desperate. If Situ Xuan succeeded, the Zhou family would rise. If he failed, the Zhou family would cease to exist, perhaps even suffer even more inhuman treatment.