Chapter 1122: The Killing Precept

Hearing this, everyone and the beasts trembled, their faces lit with joy, and followed Chen Tian into the stone gate—they knew the greatest opportunity of this journey was about to arrive.

At this moment, if that hemp-clad elder were here, he would be utterly astonished, for Yi Qiu's current state clearly indicated he had touched the threshold of the Peerless Sword Intent, grasped its profound mystery—otherwise, he could never have reached the state of self-forgetfulness.

His gaze turned icy; the Earth Store Bodhisattva shot forward in a blur, appearing before Han Yan in an instant, five slender nails like steel claws lashing straight for her.

Gu Yunmeng ignored the man outright; Zhang Lin, however, was thrown into confusion by this sudden turn—she had never encountered such a situation before, for back then her life had been monotonous: company, rented apartment, or outings with Gao Yuan for meals.

"Your servant failed to complete the master's orders." Liu Yan'er would never resort to self-destruction; instead, she devised this excuse—to clear herself, and to test whether Dongfang Chenyao knew of her alliance with that person.

When the opponent saw his adversary was Qin Yu, he wore the same expression as the fighter who had just battled Di Xing—dejected, head hung, spirit crushed, not a shred of battle intent rising.

Yun Duoduo's gaze wavered, unsure what to say or how to quell Jie Ziwei's burning desire.

The rising sun had climbed beyond the eastern hilltop, its light intense, soaking the backs of the two village women behind, who were husking rice; as they bent slightly to feed the stalks into the thresher, the round openings of their backs widened further.

A single cold sentence plunged them into deep winter; she counted on her claws for a moment, then dejectedly tossed the letter left by Yun Tianqing to Jie Ziwei.

Before she finished speaking, Yun Er suddenly appeared from nowhere, snatched Li Junming's waist pouch, and began rummaging through it.

The four simple words fell—and in the vast courtyard, everyone felt as if a thunderclap had split their hearts, stirring up turbulent waves within.

If one forcibly used those tyrannical cultivation techniques, one's meridians would surely have shattered long ago, leading to death and the dissolution of one's Dao.

"I do whatever I want!" The elder grinned at Gao Qing, licking his dry lips.

"Heh, no wonder you're born with a merchant's mind—your vision outstrips others'." Luo raised his thumb in admiration.

Song Yu wiped sweat from his brow, his face pale—how could Meng Qi and the others have survived to reach him, facing such a monstrous foe? How strong were they?

In the end, some immortals boasted of their glorious deeds, even challenging each other to duels to determine whose treasures were superior.

"Cowardly! They've only fled for three minutes—this cave is large, and someone is injured; we can still catch up! After them!" Feise charged out of the secret passage, assault rifle slung over his shoulder, leading the pursuit into the long, dark cave.

When she jumped from the upper floor, she thought she would die—and after death, become a vengeful ghost brimming with hatred, so she could avenge Wang Yuyao.

Lin Jiajia processed it for a moment, then understood "unsuccessful" meant what—it must be that he arrived in time to stop it; otherwise, if the bottle had truly been forced in, it wouldn't have just injured her body—it would have left deep psychological scars.

Chu He felt a bitter laugh rising in his chest, yet he shook his head—he had no interest in this Miss, his mind entirely fixed on the shop's business.

"You rest well and recover; when you're better, I'll take you for a walk in the countryside," Lu Wu said gently to Du Ruo.

After Jin Yun was slain, Han Zhenhan did not leave his body exposed to the wilds; he ordered him buried along the road out of the city where Han Zhenhan and his men had departed. Han Zhenhan led a full squad out the southern gate of Dengzhou, heading straight for Luzhou.

But entering Blood Rage Beasts carried the risk of death; if Long Manmiao were harmed, the blow to the Long Clan would be incalculable—yet her actions had never been subject to Long Mingkuang's interference.

What if someone had a logic weapon and could directly alter reality to make themselves invincible?

A simple sentence planted a seed in Gao Qiong's childhood heart—and it was this same sentence that deeply rooted the concept of restoring the kingdom within him. Without Han Zhenhan's appearance, Gao Qiong might have died fighting Duan Xingzhi, or withered away in some obscure corner.

Ling Ye Feng strode toward Bi Yao, his face dark with malice, gripping her wrist tightly.

But I never expected Song Cheng to call Tang Xiao over—it left me utterly embarrassed.

Xia Xuan watched their fists come at him, felt no fear, and let them strike.

As vast memories merged into him, Chujiang's mind suddenly became crystal clear—when he thought of the numerous array patterns carved onto the metal table, a name flashed into his mind.

As a flood of memories merged into him, Chujiang's mind suddenly became utterly clear; when he thought of the numerous array patterns carved into the metal tabletop, a name suddenly flashed in his mind.