Chapter 183: No Morality, No Justice, No Good or Evil! (1.12W)

Perhaps Yi Xiu was not as powerful as Yi Wutian, but his understanding of the Yi clan’s arrogance was no weaker than the latter’s.

However, the angels’ bombardment fully awakened the Twelve Main Gods; as they argued over whether to surrender or not, Hua Ye and the others turned their attention to another secondary fortress of the Twelve Main Gods’ forces—this fortress was far more important than the previous one.

Since Banhuang Yan Cheng was unworthy to be his opponent, he would go straight for Yan Zheng, his father.

If these footprints were left yesterday, a night wind would scatter soil and gravel, instantly erasing them from the spot.

Although sometimes he could be sharp and biting toward others, he had never been that way toward himself.

Ying shivered violently, an uncontrollable surge of panic rising in his heart, as if a monster had locked onto him.

“Your door’s broken—stay at my place for now,” Mo Chen said, draping the thick coat over Xiao Dong again, then turning to leave; Xiao Dong hurried after him, step by step.

“Xuan Mo and I are both without immortal soul inheritance—we cannot cultivate,” Jin Sanbao said with a bitter smile.

His master had a carefree, cheerful disposition; Xiao Dong had always assumed his master grew up in some free and easy countryside.

They didn’t talk about it on the road, but now that they’d settled in Beifucheng and the Li family compound had a training ground, Elder Brother had never once set foot in it.

Blood Daoist was a Nascent Soul cultivator, his spiritual sense sharp and mighty, yet within this thousand-li dense forest, thick miasma and chaotic thoughts filled the air, making it hard for his spiritual sense to probe clearly.

If Li Youbi came looking for me with something, and I didn’t show myself, that would be truly problematic.

White cirrus clouds stretched for a thousand li, soaring ten thousand zhang into the sky above, radiating dense golden light—as if some mysterious force had descended upon this world.

After the first wave of the Flame Spirit Snake’s attack was repelled, it did not retreat but instead surged more boldly into the beacon pillar; rolling waves of fire erupted from within, transforming into a sea of flame.

Zhou Yu valued this so highly for one reason alone: if he could investigate thoroughly, he might reconstruct his body.

“Qing Feng, can you really make good on what you mentioned earlier—that you’d send some Galaxy Alliance warriors here?” Zhou Yu suddenly asked Qing Feng.

“Do you have any solution?” Zhou Yu could only turn to Mo Ling in desperation, though he himself held little hope; though Mo Ling knew many strange things, he was rarely insightful on matters like this.

“Good, good, good—this friend has excellent taste! This slave is yours,” the burly man said with great delight, fearing Yun Fan would change his mind.

“Huangfeng Bandits—a seven-man gang. They’ve long operated within the territories of the Blood Axe Sect and the Pósuō Sect, but never dared provoke our two sects. Why are they acting so strangely today?” Wu De muttered.

After confirming Shu Tiancheng had left, Yun Fan retraced his steps; after this battle, he could now hold his own against five elite disciples, and though he suspected Shu Tiancheng hadn’t used his full strength, neither had he revealed his own hidden techniques.

“Grandpa, Grandma, we’re back!” Liu Mingyan shouted as soon as her father’s car stopped.

At the heart of the Kasyapa Buddha Kingdom stood a radiant Mahavira Hall; upon a lotus throne sat a handsome monk reciting sutras, his presence solemn and majestic, his Buddhist power profound.

Li Hui realized the old man had come today to lay his cards on the table—he didn’t know what the old man was up to, so he’d listen first before deciding.

Though relations between the two sides were not close, some trade still continued. Many Nine-Spindle merchants traveled alone, their favorite activity being the resale of rare treasures, convinced even remote places could yield some profit.

Holding his spear, he deflected two great blades, kicked one soldier away, then thrust the spear forward again, piercing the chest of another Zhou soldier frozen in shock; he withdrew the weapon, and a jet of crimson fluid spurted like a fountain, staining the street red, as the Zhou soldier collapsed with eyes wide open in death.

In that moment, the usually refined man fully realized that the woman before him was the same one he had encountered a million years ago.

Prefect Zhou’s greatest fear was whether the jade pendant’s owner had ever come here—and if so, whether he knew about the prefect’s affairs.

It was hard on the Lady, worn down by the old matriarch into this state, yet still able to swallow tofu and pickled vegetables, still had the strength to yell at Qian Shi, while she couldn’t even make herself a single garment.

The sect master of the Heavenly Talisman Sect using such a talisman? No one else could be so absurd—making Qi Riyue and the Three Gods of Karma look down on him from crown to toe.

“Li Si still hasn’t been heard from—I’ve already sent the covert guards,” Zhao Wu said, his face heavy with worry.

The sudden appearance of the Tian Luo Corps made Yan Qing’s already ashen face turn even paler.

The long blade sliced through the stagnant air; the previously tranquil Seventh Training Ground suddenly brimmed with deadly intent.

“Alright, it’s our turn to attack! This round, all units advance down the center—we aim to destroy the three outermost defense towers in one go! Don’t hesitate to use air support—use it when needed!” Zhang Yifan said.

Xia Liu raised his palm; the power of his twin Nascent Souls and the demonic eye’s ability surged forth as radiant light, racing through his hundred meridians.

Leng Lingfeng was determined to return to his mother’s side, so whenever the Yin Emperor demonstrated techniques, he followed along and practiced.

Beneath this mountain lay a deep pool; if one fell into it, one wouldn’t die from the impact—but it required some skill.

The ruler clearly understood Wu’s national strength and made decisive, correct judgments—apparently, his recent efforts to encourage farming and sericulture had not been in vain.

“If the Young Master still has doubts, he may examine the monthly ledgers afterward—he’ll see my words are true!” Xu Li said with utmost deference; he openly invited Wei Wuji to audit the accounts to prove his own integrity.

Whether to leave or to find out what was truly happening, there was now only one option left.

She hadn’t agreed; her mind was on Qi Feng, the unresolved knot from that matter still lingering—how could she possibly have the heart to go out and play?

Wu Zhuole’s killing intent surged like a storm, charging forward without fear of Liu Feng’s Dao aura; the moment their forces clashed, the collision of heavenly Dao roared louder than thunder, deafening as if lightning had struck beside their ears.