Chapter 898: Supreme Severing of Emotion

Returning to the disciples' quarters, Mo Hua did not immediately begin cultivation; instead, he reviewed every point Elder Du Gu had just made in his mind.

He copied all the crucial details onto a jade slip, to refer to repeatedly later and avoid forgetting them.

Only then did he formally attempt to cultivate the "Slaying God Sword."

After Elder Du Gu's guidance, Mo Hua finally understood:

This Slaying God Sword technique—he had, as expected, practiced it wrong again!

Slaying God Sword,

Yet this man was also known for his generosity and blunt honesty. In the original novel, Bao Budong ultimately died at the hands of Murong Fu, the very lord he had loyally served, after exposing Murong Fu's shameful deeds; in his final moments, he shed two tears, revealing his tragedy.

But imagination is beautiful, reality is damn cruel—forget about clinging to a powerful patron, I'm already a miracle for being able to move at all.

Xianyi Cottage had already been a complete barrel, but Su Xinhe's arrival was like suddenly removing the plank labeled "Yunduor," then shoving himself in—but the problem was, he was fundamentally different from Yunduor.

"You're a demon! You're a demon from the Underworld!" Cheng Huan scrambled to his feet, screaming in terror.

Just from the title, Yang Ke's attention was instantly drawn; his eyes narrowed slightly as he continued reading.

With Sheng Beixian's abilities, securing him a top lawyer and getting him out of here would be a matter of moments.

The man nodded slightly; as the long sword pierced the body of Sha Seng Bu Liu Fo and bent again under pressure, he suddenly released his grip, letting the blade snap backward.

The bright moon hung high, illuminating the West Lake outside the window; its rippling waves were constantly shattered by passing painted boats and vessels.

Slowing his speed, Blair gathered the ball to his chest and immediately launched a mid-range shot—swish. He scored two points, widening the gap between the teams to four.

Ye Feng's sword remained where it was, showing no intention to move; the guards beside the madam dared not stir.

It might be better to threaten Cheng Shiyuan—word has it Chinese people are cowardly; maybe this threat will scare him into submission.

Hearing Di Jiang speak, Zhu Rong dared not utter another word, only sullenly sat back; Gong Gong also fell silent. The two often acted this way, and Di Jiang found them exhausting. After reprimanding them, Di Jiang turned to Zhu Jiuyin and saw him deep in thought, as if he had found a path.

"Your Highness, that purple-blue robe is nothing compared to you!" the servant continued fawning.

No matter the enemy's level—whether Body Refinement or Qi Transformation—the Barbarian Monk's attack is always just one punch.

For this, Luo Chen still paid no heed; using the array's power, he advanced another fifty meters.

Jin Lieyang, frantic, stormed into Guangling Mountain searching—but found no Jin Li Yun; the only trace he discovered was a humanoid bloodstain.

Qin Ming's heart swelled with joy; he raised his voice to inform the others, who were all stirred by the news.

The purple-gold grizzly bear was no fool; instantly, countless rays of purple-gold spiritual light erupted from its body, like universal Buddha light, dazzlingly brilliant.

"Enough!" Even at its peak, a soul lingering in the mortal realm was weaker than a Level One Yin Specter; thus, this short sword was more than sufficient for Li Cheng.

Indeed, the iron cage's door had been pried open somewhat—but with Luo Hen leading and on guard, the dog monster appeared and was instantly slain by Luo Hen.

"Shut up! When did I ever acknowledge him as my master? And how dare you bring up that incident from the past—do you think I won't disregard brotherly bonds and obliterate you into ash?!" Ye Lan Fengyi flew into a rage at the mention of that event.