Chapter 1918: The Infinite Expedition of the Supreme Great Sun Sword Cultivator

The Supreme Being of the Zhu Que Sacred Land, whom even the Zhu Que Supreme Sovereigns treat with the respect of elders, this time chose to surrender!

No last stand, no furious curses, no recounting of the sect's glorious past and its former glory.

Instead, it chose to bow in humble surrender.

This scene sent the Dao hearts of Suan Tian Candidate Daozi and others, who upheld the imperial noble ideals, into chaotic turmoil, unable to hold firm.

"The Zhu Que Sacred Land is truly unexpected."

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Of the three elements—timing, terrain, and harmony—Gao Qiu possessed only timing, justifying his campaign, but lost harmony to Yan Shan; as for terrain, Song Jiang's gang, who had occupied Yan Shan for years, naturally knew it far better than Gao Qiu.

Xinen's cruelty toward Tibetan civilians was already horrific; toward our Han people, it was even bloodier and more savage. So his words cannot be trusted—opening the gates to surrender means certain death, and Yizhou City will be left utterly barren.

Ye Wei Qingqing gave Shen Tingchuan a thumbs-up, then immediately called Ye Zeqi.

Next, Chen Tiantian and Hao Qiang took the stage, engaging in a fierce battle; ultimately, Chen Tiantian was defeated, and Hao Qiang won, advancing to the finals.

They had all laid down their burdens, released their past pressures, and finally shattered Yun Feilong's conspiracy. The group arrived at the back mountain of Shaolin Temple, walking to the hiding place of the late Yiwu Monk. As they reached the cave entrance, they sensed something amiss.

But going out isn't impossible—just that he must first deal with Arthur's matter.

Of course, Zhang's family also possessed weapons more advanced than trebuchets; but Zhang Bao was not one to show off—he preferred to strike unseen. Revealing explosives or cannons too early would let future enemies prepare countermeasures in advance.

"You remind me of an old friend of mine—she was also a Lorana beast-summoning witch." At parting, Ruo Chun Jian Qin Xiaoling gave Guo'er many specially crafted pills from the Ruo Chun Jian family.

After emerging from seclusion, Li Si had intended to cross the border directly, but happened upon a patrol of Liaoji cultivators; he seized the opportunity and captured one alive.

This time, Li Si meditated for three full days before healing his wounds—this was only because his healing pills were highly effective; otherwise, it would have taken him ten to fifteen days.

Previously, Senior Qian Jiawang would never have interfered in this matter, but now that he was at his wit's end, he had no choice.

Moreover, an unbearable aura emanated from them, as if these stone statues were alive.

"Huh? Why am I so certain Cheng Yu can beat Zhu Ganglie?" As he walked up the stairs, Zhang Duan muttered to himself, puzzled.

The elder on the left was the Yuan Huang Realm powerhouse who had trailed Teacher Ouyang Mingjie along the way.

Around them, some could no longer bear the overwhelming aura—they spat blood, flew backward like kites with snapped strings, and even from afar suffered severe injuries, being hurled away.

"It's up to us—hope is better than none. By the way, Zhaung Bie li said that Zhang Senior Qian seemed to have suffered great injustice in the past—do you know what really happened?" Cheng Yu had heard Zhaung Bie li mention this more than once, so he decided to ask Mi Tu, to see if she knew the truth.

Zhuge Fengyun's face flushed red and pale alternately, his eyes brimming with murderous intent—if looks could kill, Long Pingfan would have died hundreds, even thousands, of times.

"How could that be? I would never do such a thing." Qiu Yuanxiao didn't understand why I asked this, but answered firmly—he was certainly not that kind of person.

A pair of giant hands tore through the void, stepping forth from the rift; terrifying currents surged from the fissure, spreading outward.

"Of course—this is the Luo family's domain; naturally, the Luo family head is the law." Qin Feng nodded, speaking as if it were self-evident.

After a long while, Zhao Han reluctantly retracted his spiritual sense, feeling he had touched upon something extraordinary.

"Yes, I just shattered one—the ghost possessing it was the one sent for you." Long Yang waved his right hand at Gouwa.

Long Yang quickly pulled his hand back, but his finger still bled steadily, dripping five drops of blood onto the cave wall before him. He immediately pressed his wound to stop the bleeding.

Gao Chao brother pounded the plate, disgustingly extended his tongue to lick it spotless, then licked his lips again, savoring it before going off to work.

Yang Bingbing arrogantly pointed out the window, shouting loudly—even yelling "resisting arrest"—making Yao Jing's head ache, and she deeply regretted having befriended such a dumb doll; her IQ was clearly a fatal flaw.

"Leave it to me! Xie Tong, add an attack!" Wu Fang had been ready—he leapt from the nearby grass, conjuring a Qi tiger-palm to push toward the spirit deer.

"What? Brother, I really don't know what you're talking about!" Shi Lu Jingtian didn't understand why Li Siguang, who never yelled at him, was suddenly acting this way.

After traversing the boundless chaotic ocean and reaching the other shore, he was suppressed by that world's laws, forced to lie still for a hundred years before he could walk normally; worse still, just as he adapted to this realm, he was captured and enslaved—his journey had been bizarre and tortuous.

Rather, after promising Gouchen the Demon Emperor, Jiu Hua Tian knew: if he did not appear, he could ignore it; but if he appeared, it was permanent.

Marriage could happen anytime—the time, manner, content, theme—all could be decided by her heart.

Although the learning conditions for the Invincible Divine Art were harsh, every being capable of becoming a deity was an unparalleled genius; each believed himself no less than other deities, and only the overwhelming might of the Divine Kings left the gods hopeless, unable to even consider comparison—yet still, some deities succeeded in mastering the Invincible Divine Art.

He sent the blood bear's copied data to himself via email; moments later, a webpage vibrated—it was a video invitation.

Yu Feihong was so astonished he couldn't speak—he walked up to Zhao Fusheng, grabbed his hand, and smiled like a blooming flower.

A flat object, no more than five millimeters in diameter, glittered attractively. Kong Qing was utterly baffled—what was this? It didn't look like any machine.

"We truly have no other option—we hope Your Lordship Gexiniya will intervene and help us look into this…" Ken Na asked nervously.