Chapter 183: No Morality or Lack Thereof, No Justice Gained or Lost, No Distinction Between Good and Evil

Perhaps Yi Xiu was not as powerful as Yi Wu Tian, but his insight into the Yi clan's Overlord Qi was in no way inferior to the latter's.

However, the male angels' bombardment thoroughly jolted the Twelve Chief Gods awake. Just as they were arguing endlessly over whether to surrender or not, Hua Ye and the others set their sights on another secondary fortress of the Twelve Chief Gods' forces—this fortress was far more important than the previous one.

Since the Half-Emperor Yan Cheng was not fit to be his opponent, then he would go straight for his old man, Yan Zheng.

If this footprint was left yesterday, a gust of wind at night would have kicked up the dirt and loose sand, and in an instant could make the footprint vanish from where it was.

Although at times, when facing other people, his attitude might be a bit sharp and caustic, when facing himself, he had never been that way.

Ying Ji shivered, an uncontrollable wave of panic welling up inside him, as if being stared down by a monster.

"The door in your room is broken, so you'll stay at my place for the next few days." Mo Chen draped the thick coat back over Xiaodong's shoulders, turned, and walked outside. Xiaodong quickly tagged along behind him step for step.

"Both Xuan Mo and I are people who never received the immortal soul inheritance, so we cannot cultivate." Jin Sanbao said with a bitter smile.

Master had an open, easygoing nature, loved to talk and laugh. Xiaodong had always assumed the place where Master was born and raised should be some carefree stretch of countryside.

Not to mention the journey, they had also settled down in North Prefecture City. The Li family residence had a martial arts training ground, but Big Senior Brother had never gone there even once.

Blood Daoist was a Nascent Soul cultivator, his divine soul keen and immensely powerful, but this thousand-li dense forest was filled with clumps of turbid Qi and tangled thoughts, so even his divine soul could not probe clearly.

If Li Youbi came looking for him to discuss something and he failed to show himself, that would truly be improper.

The white rolling clouds stretched on for a thousand li, shooting straight up to a height of ten thousand zhang overhead, with rich golden light shining through, as if some mysterious power had descended upon this world.

After the Flame Spirit Serpent's first wave of attack was thwarted, it not only did not retreat, but instead grew even more arrogant as it burrowed into the interior of the Beacon Fire Pillar. Rolling waves of fire instantly shot out from within the pillar, evolving into the shape of a sea of flames.

The reason Zhou Yu valued this so much was for one reason alone: if he could investigate clearly, Zhou Yu might be able to reshape his body.

"Qingfeng, the matter you mentioned earlier about sending some warriors from the Milky Way Alliance over here—can it really be done?" Zhou Yu suddenly asked Qingfeng.

"Do you have any way?" With no other choice, Zhou Yu could only ask Mo Ling, but in truth he himself was not holding out much hope. Although Mo Ling had mastered many strange things, he had always had a hard time offering any good insight on matters like this.

"Good, good, good! This friend has a truly excellent eye—this slave is yours!" The burly man's face lit up with joy as he spoke, afraid that Yun Fan would go back on his word.

"Yellow Wasp Bandits, a seven-man bandit gang. They've long operated within the territory of the Blood Axe Sect and the Posuo Sect. But they've never dared to provoke people from our two sects—why are they so out of character today?" Wu De muttered.

After confirming that Shu Tiancheng had already left, Yun Fan retraced his route. Through this battle, he was already able to go head-to-head against the elite disciples of the Five Gates without falling behind. Although he had anticipated that Shu Tiancheng probably had not exerted his full strength, was he himself not also hiding trump cards up his sleeve?

"Grandpa, Grandma, we're back!" The moment her dad's car stopped, Liu Mingyan shouted into the courtyard.

At the center of the Jiaye Buddha Kingdom stood a grand Mahavira Hall blazing with radiance. Upon a lotus throne upon the spirit platform sat a handsome monk chanting sutras, his appearance truly solemn and majestic, his Buddha power deep and abundant.

Li Hui could tell—this old fellow had come today to lay his cards on the table. He had no idea what trick was up his sleeve, so he would listen to what he had to say first before deciding.

Although the two sides did not have frequent dealings, some business was still done. Many Nine Radiance merchant caravans ran solo jobs; their favorite thing to do was resell rare treasures, figuring that even poor places could be squeezed for some profit.

Spear in hand, he knocked aside two great sabers, kicked one soldier flying with a single kick, thrust his spear out again, piercing through the chest of another Zhou soldier who stood dumb as a wooden chicken. He withdrew his weapon, and a spray of bright red liquid flew out, dyeing a stretch of street like a fountain. The Zhou soldier's face wore an expression of dying without closure as he toppled down.

Only now did he, who had always been refined and scholarly, feel from beginning to end that the her before his eyes was truly the her from a million years ago with whom he had shared a single fated encounter.

What Governor Zhou worried about most was whether the owner of the jade pendant had ever come here, and if so, whether he knew of his affairs.

It was hard on the Lady too—tormented by the Old Madam into such a frightful state, she could still swallow down tofu and pickled vegetables facing her, and still have the strength to shout at Madam Qian, while she herself couldn't even afford to make a single piece of clothing.

The dignified Sect Master of the Heavenly Talisman Sect using this kind of talisman—there's no one quite like him. Qi Riyue and the Three Karma Gods looked down on him from the top of his head all the way to his toes.

"There's been no word from Li Si at all. This servant has already sent the Shadow Guards over." Zhao Wu's face was full of worry.

The sudden appearance of the Heavenly Net Legion made Yan Qing's already ashen face even uglier.

The long saber sliced through the stagnant atmosphere. The once-quiet Seventh Training Ground was suddenly filled with the scent of cold, murderous intent.

"Alright, this round it's our turn to attack! This time, the whole team goes mid-lane—let's take down the three outermost defensive towers on the other side in one go! Don't be stingy with air-drop support—use it when you need to!" Zhang Yifan said.

Xia Liu raised his palm, and the power of his twin Nascent Souls and the ability of his Demonic Eye transformed into streams of light that surged out through his hundred meridians.

Cold Lingfeng was solely focused on returning to his old mother's side, so every time the Yin Emperor demonstrated a move, he would practice along.

Beneath this mountain was a pool of water, a very deep pool. If one could fall into the pool, one wouldn't die from the fall, but this required a certain technique.

The sovereign was able to soberly recognize the Wu Kingdom's national strength and decisively make the correct judgment—seems his time out among the fields promoting farming and sericulture these past days was not spent in vain.

"If the Young Master still has any doubts, you may review the Lìyuè account books shortly, and you will see that this subordinate speaks the truth!" Xu Li said with full deference. His openly inviting Wei Wuji to audit the accounts was also meant to prove his own uprightness.

Whether it was to get out, or to figure out exactly what was going on, there was now only one option.

She did not agree. Her heart was preoccupied with Qi Feng, and that matter had left a knot in her heart that had never been untied—how could she have any mind to go out and play?

Wu Zhuole's killing intent surged to the heavens; he charged straight ahead, not fearing the might of Liu Feng's Dao Rhythm in the slightest. The instant the two collided, the clash of Heavenly Dao was even more tremendous, deafening, like thunder roaring right beside one's ears.