Chapter 942: A Single Glance

The Shen family needs no introduction—they were the pinnacle clan of Qianxue Province, hereditary heirs of the Sida Sect, a true behemoth; before them, this ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator was no stronger than an ant.

As for Mo Hua, the Grand Void Gate's foremost array master, even Jin Dan late-stage true disciples bowed to serve him tea; his status was unfathomable.

This situation before him was truly gods clashing—offending either side was unthinkable.

Yet he could not stand idly by.

When Han Yi glanced questioningly at Liang Xiaoying, she responded absently, her mind racing: Why wasn't I happy when someone gave me so many flowers? I remember… he once gave me a single rose; I was angry then and refused it—but inside… why did I feel so happy?

Shui Wuhen thought: With the way you betrayed the Demon Lord without hesitation back then, who else could you possibly refuse to sell out?

Ji Gang glared with fury and barked out a command, then swept his foot hard against both of Ji Yanzhi's knees.

Thirty minutes later, the two sat in the Chairman's office of Jinding, and Luo Xiaohui brought in coffee. As for Gongsun Yu, he had just received a call and stepped out.

At dusk, Lin Yi returned to Jishi Hall, now dressed in the attire of a Golden Belt Artisan; henceforth, he no longer needed Deng Xuan's guidance and could enter and leave Jinyang Fortress with ease.

Yan Luanshuang nodded slightly with a faint smile: "Yes, according to records, a total of one hundred and sixty-nine Tianzong disciples have been punished by confinement in Suowu Forest; only fifty-three have survived to leave."

Never mind that the true master of the Yin Realm hasn't shown himself yet—just from having stayed there so long himself, doesn't he know whether there are any powerful yin spirits lurking there?

When Chen Dongdong saw this CEO's office, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Before leaving, Gongsun Yu bowed slightly before the shrine. Perhaps, within days, Cheng Mingmin would meet them again—would this be misfortune or fortune for Cheng Mingmin?

Added to that, while performing soul-searching, he had already confirmed that neither of the two had concealed or lied about his questions.

"This is my fellow student and close friend Liu Bei's younger brother, Guan Yu," Gongsun Zan stepped forward to explain.

Earth has fallen into the End Dharma Era; otherwise, martial artists would not dominate while Daoist arts faded into obscurity.

Jian Yang bent down, attempting to sniff the flower for its fragrance—after all, wouldn't any normal person's first reaction upon seeing such a magnificent bloom be to smell it?

Xu Fei couldn't help but roll his eyes—right now, of all times, this guy was still fixating on such trivial details.

"What? Someone with a high-pitched voice is looking for me?" Xu Xuan's heart jolted—in this era, men with high-pitched voices were either unripe boys or eunuchs from the imperial palace.

Just as she reached the door, she heard the roar of battle behind her—the bloodshed of this night had begun.

They tried to flee, but had no chance—the fireball crushed down upon them; the two Mo Sect experts at the rear had no ability to resist and were instantly swallowed by the fireball, leaving not even a shadow.

Qi Shu saw she was still lost in thought and hesitated whether to disturb her; she rose but said nothing.

At that moment, a thunderous sound of hooves erupted; Tang An spun around and saw a troop of soldiers charging toward them, their banner emblazoned clearly with the character "Huo."

The two wore the smug grins of Gray Wolf spotting Happy Sheep—as if Chu Xuan and the others were already their prey.

Yet this mission only required Wang Yu to kill two defenseless bosses; although the fortress was filled with high-level monsters, compared to past missions, this was absurdly simple.

All saw thousands of sword lights shoot toward Xuantianji, then vanish—yet Xuantianji remained utterly unharmed.