Chapter 897: Slashing the Divine Path

He follows the path of Shen Shi cultivation, a cultivator who transforms his spiritual awareness into Dao.

You must hold yourself to the strictest standards.

You must become stronger.

You must use the evil embryo as a touchstone.

You must make the evil god your ultimate opponent.

Killing the evil embryo counts as minor success; killing the evil god counts as major success.

If you do not meet this standard, you are not qualified.

Mo Hua nodded.

Now it appears that, using ten thousand sword arrays to transform spiritual intent into swords, he has iterated

After assembly was complete, Tian Zui shot forward like lightning, arriving instantly before Emperor Shitian; Emperor Shitian had anticipated this, his hands forming claws, palms facing each other—Tian Zui struck between them and could not advance an inch.

Hoo... hoo... The man rode his horse galloping forward, his black cloak billowing in the wind, making him appear as if he had spread wings ready to fly.

Another hour and a half passed. At seven o'clock, news arrived: today's match would be postponed and replayed.

"First, I'll demonstrate Lan Jiao! Lan Jiao does not injure the enemy through kicks, but through vacuum slashes created by ultra-high-speed leg strikes—watch closely." Xiao Xie raised his right leg and kicked dozens of times in an instant; a slashing wave appeared out of thin air, cleaving a one-meter-thick training post cleanly in two.

Tang Mingxuan's writing was crooked and ink-smeared, clearly written in haste to catch time—such a style inevitably resembled scribbling, revealing no trace of discipline. But since the contest was poetry, not calligraphy, it seemed again a draw.

A black world, the body being consumed; from boundless pain, sensation slowly faded away.

Yin Junfeng listened, and an unexpected rebellious thought rose within him. But when he turned and saw the frail face of that man, he suddenly suppressed it for no clear reason. Yin Junfeng said nothing and flew northwestward.

At mealtime, Yun Yan displayed her culinary skills; Yun Xuanji asked about many matters in Suzhou, but since she feared disturbing Yun Yan's cultivation, their letters had been few, and she knew little of many things.

"It seems someone else is about to emerge." Even Tian Ming sensed something was wrong; he pointed to the end of the road and said to Guanji Wu Shuanggui.

Chujiang Wang recalled the name of this technique and realized with dread—he immediately used the Yu Ling Pearl to recall the remaining yin soldiers, but two ten thousand had already been swallowed by Shentu Zhang.

While Ke Tian was out attending to matters, Lin Ke was forcibly dragged to the Qinglong Gang mansion and finally brought into a room where Zheng Long stood pointing a gun at him.

Since the multiple boxes had only their lids opened, the light was confined above—but Xie Er knew that if he removed this uniquely wrapped diamond, its radiance would spread in all directions, flooding the entire house and its surroundings with brilliant light.

"Hehe, indeed! After waiting so long, Li Er has finally arrived!" Bai Li Shihan playfully teased in response.

He could even feel warmth in his palm—the very spot where the baby had touched him.

Xue Yan felt she no longer disliked him at all. Not only did she not dislike him—she even wanted to grow closer to him.

His palm was warm, slightly rough, causing Han Jinyu to involuntarily tremble slightly.

People gradually woke from sleep; Qi Zhixi's laughter roused Han Jinyu from deep slumber.

What matters is that the other party must apologize to Qi Zhixi—this time, Qi Zhixi truly suffered great injustice.

Yet at this moment, Heng Yan and Lin, precisely at this moment, showed not the slightest sign of being captured.

He now realized she had been upset over this—no wonder she'd been giving him the cold shoulder since buying the orange juice.

"Jin Taiyuan, I didn't expect you to be the first to come knocking!" Han Yang stood with his hands behind his back, speaking calmly.