Chapter 917: Darkening

The ancient, mystic Tai Xu Zhan Shen Sword, embodying the unity of elemental flow and the way of arrays, blazed with radiant light, like a celestial river upended, slashing down violently.

The blood-condensed Lu Xue Blade of the divine corpse shattered inch by inch in the clash; the blood Dao of slaughter, cruelty, murder, death, and human annihilation was crushed by Mo Hua's sword Dao, finally obliterated by the primordial, vast Tai Xu sword intent.

Ultimately, the blood blade collapsed.

The mighty Zhan Shen Sword cleaved through the blood blade.

As the principal wife, Lu Tangtang absolutely would not allow such a situation to occur—where would she save face otherwise?

"Xiao Zhe being with you is wonderful—I'm truly happy. There's delicious food, and I especially love listening to what you say. No one has ever been this kind to me before." Ji Furong tilted her head, gazing at Xiao Zhe, her face brimming with smiles, her happiness evident in every expression.

"No, how would I dare be angry with you? In your eyes, there's only your brother—where am I?"

When Li Meng returned, Lu Tangtang told him about Mao Jiarong. Li Meng immediately entered the room to examine her, only to find Mao Jiarong's body already cold, her burned face bearing a faint smile.

Less than ten minutes had passed since arrival; most people still standing around were like headless flies—some discussing and deliberating, some pulling out compasses to calculate, others trying every means to contact powerful figures they knew.

"Of course I'm heartbroken. You're my backbone—if I lose you, I'll wish I were dead."

"If you could actually guess the questions, the pass rate for Peach Blossom Town would skyrocket." Li Tian also felt tempted; though he and Heng Hu had no trouble passing the exam, who wouldn't want a better score?

He slowly calmed down, forcing control over his emotions, and reached out to pull her into his arms.

Since traveling was no longer feasible during this period, Yun Chi spent his remaining time not only practicing sword techniques within the peak but more so learning the Monkey's Hundred Transformations body art from the monkey.

Then a bizarre scene appeared before him: several figures dropped straight down from the large tree beside him.

He dared not continue, for Xue Wen was already dead, and contact with Chang Kong, guarding the northwest, had been lost—Chang Kong was likely dead.

Under this overwhelming aura, everyone felt their breathing grow rapid, even suffocating.

Among mortals, let alone millions, even dozens would be enough to kill one person.

At this moment, Sun Jian arrived with the riot squad. When he saw Sun Shuyun, Wu Xiaoyao, and Lin Wanyi, his expression was utterly stunned.

"Before discussing this, I'm curious—how did you find me? Again, I'm just an intern lawyer." Han Dong was also puzzled.

After speaking these words, Ji Shang unconsciously paced back and forth in the Dian Hall of Zhangtai Palace, deeply pondering solutions. Before a plan was settled, Ying Zheng could not receive Jing Ke—if he did, it would confirm Ying Zheng's ambitions, and heaven knew what the Venerables might do.

Remember, if he took the Soul-Returning Pill while on the brink of death, it would pull him back from the gates of hell.

After confirming no one was around, he carefully held the Spirit-Calling Talisman and slowly recited the incantation Lin Yumai had taught them.

The crystal factory had three massive workshops and one employee dormitory; for some reason, only the roar of machines echoed inside the workshops, with no workers visible.

"Alright, let me try—I'm one of you now, so I must obey orders. If we win, it's my gift to the Commander; if we lose, don't blame me." As he spoke, Wu Xiaoyao waved the red booklet in his hand.