Chapter 1144: Pursuit and Kill

The explosion of the formation shook the entire Xiancheng.

The city gate collapsed, light surging into the sky.

In Xiaoyi City, the cultivators previously trapped in the night's corpse tide finally saw a glimmer of hope in the endless darkness, rushing en masse toward the fallen Beicheng like a flood.

The cultivators who had once resigned themselves to death now raised their swords and blades again, gathering spells, fighting off corpse cultivators and iron corpses as they retreated toward the northern gate.

The corpse cultivators of Yinshi Valley erupted in fury.

Of course, liking alone wasn't enough to become his adopted son—the opportunity came a month ago. That night, a strange guest arrived, a beggar who screamed and shouted for Ma Qian.

"Heh, looks like only I can go." Luo Luo had long known this task was his alone; he volunteered willingly, confident that even if he failed, his mind-accelerating ability would keep him alive.

Wei Si still couldn't let go of the fact that he was a eunuch, so he chose to leave. Better to abandon it now than suffer shame later.

"Bastard, who wants to die with you, you worm!" Feng Luo roared, unleashing all four Purple Microcosm Constellations at once to kill Qi Man and stop him.

"Something's happened!" Fei Qianjin sighed in relief. He'd followed only out of sheer grit, and had prepared for only one thing: getting beaten.

"Ancestors, rest assured—Beidou will never be defeated." Bei Dou hardened his will; he had endured every hardship before, so how could he now disgrace himself before his ancestors?

Shuang Shuang used cotton swabs to gently wipe away the blood from Achao's lips and mouth. Jun Jie saw clearly now—a deep crimson gash across the tongue, fresh blood still oozing out.

"Master, what does this mean?" Bei Dou didn't understand the Master's intent and pressed further.

She knew well that Lisa could work in the student union and nearly replace Mu Yang's duties only because Qian Yi Young Master had tacitly approved it.

The Jade Emperor had reigned for hundreds of thousands of years, and this phenomenon had occurred three times in that span.

Gaokao scores didn't matter. Even if he scored zero, he could still enter Jiangnan Academy… this certainty came from his exposure to the martial world.

Before the obsidian giant gate, Han Dong resembled a mighty, world-revealing true dragon, churning oceans and overturning seas, sweeping clean this blackened realm, leaving no chance for demons or monsters to escape.

The surrounding air rippled—not from wind, not from sound waves—but as if all matter itself was churning in ripples.

"You said you could endure it." Emil shrugged, then went to gather the broken branches; night was falling, and he needed to start a fire.

Before long, the crowd around Ling Hao had thinned. Whether it was tribulation-crossing prodigies like the Lan sisters or rarer nascent-soul prodigies like Yuan Rong, all now stood firm, led by Piaomiao Peak disciples toward the square.

The legend of the Great Sage drew attention to the origin of this storm, and the feedback from the 3.91 million viewers of the film had now emerged.

As an emperor, a wise and capable ruler. All heroes under heaven have entered my net—that is the norm.

Yet Ling Hao still looked at him as if he were a monkey. Jiao Youwei, hearing it, felt certain the yellow-haired fellow was indirectly mocking him for his tai chi posture. Jiao Youwei's heart lurched—he knew if he didn't choose now, he'd offend the yellow-haired one.

During that era, a group of Japanese stars swept across China; Korean dramas and Korean stars had nothing to do with them. At the time, Japanese film, television, and music influenced that generation of Huaxia people far more than today's Korean wave ever could.

The five of them fumbled as they prepared to rise—even Mu Dan, who had been crying out in fear, got up. But before they had gone far, the Witch Granny caught them.