Chapter 1982: The Supreme Seven Emotions Sword Disciple

Ten suns blazed across the sky!

In a daze, he dreamed back to the distant ancient era.

In the twilight of this End Law era, the Fusang Divine Tree snapped and collapsed, the eternal sun warped, and in the doom of Immortal Dao, even the ancient eternal Golden Crows began to fall—this scene resonated mysteriously with an event that had occurred ten thousand ages past.

Heaven and earth wept, endless blood rain poured down.

A terrifying apocalypse descended; nine brilliant Golden Crows shrieked as they plummeted to the earth.

Wang Yitian now felt like crying, but after careful thought, eating shit—such an advanced practice—wasn't just questionable whether it could fill you up; if you truly ate it, you'd likely lose your appetite for three days straight. Wang Yitian pondered left and right, finally turning his pleading gaze toward the Flame Demon Lord.

"This is certainly not where we live, but it is where we receive you!" Song Wan stood atop the mountain, her gentle smile vanished, replaced by icy killing intent.

Under these conditions, whoever was caught within would face severe hindrance to both defense and offense. The fairness of their duel began to tilt sharply from this moment onward.

Sword Lord Da Bo La's strength was weak, barely approaching the level of a Third-Rank Sword Lord; he could barely hold his own, but over time, he was forced to resort to secret techniques—the so-called Sword Cultivator's ultimate moves.

Chi Xi decided to first take Bing Xi back to the Yin family; at least before she sorted out her thoughts, she must let Elder Yin know this good news.

Di Luo was jolted awake suddenly by a heavy weight on his shoulder. He lazily opened his eyes, opened his mouth to yawn—and immediately, an unknown object flew straight at him, striking his open mouth dead center and perfectly blocking it.

The water was clear and shallow, the bottom solid, flat stones marked with flowing traces. Liu Dongxi jumped in, examined closely, and concluded the bottom must slope gently—wading through would pose no drowning risk.

"Alright, stay in contact!" I cut the communication and briefly explained the situation to them.

"But we've already wasted a full day due to so many sect disciples—I'm worried it's grim; nine out of ten, the Ten Thousand Demons Emperor and those old devils have already passed through!" Mei Cheng, the representative sent by the Xuan Dao Sect, stared at the endless desert and spoke these words.

Ultimately, strength decides everything. Wang Biao's formidable combat power and the Angel Clan's soaring might made the God of Storms dare not act rashly.

Before clarifying the matter, Wei Yan would never act lightly—especially not in this eerily strange place.

"Stop talking nonsense. Apologize when we get back. Time is urgent—do as I say." Brother Li scolded again.

"Uh, uh, actually, I'd better sleep somewhere else," Lu Feiyang broke into a cold sweat, waving his hands frantically. Never mind whether this young city lord was truly that thing—but sleeping in the same bed with a man, especially with the possibility that he might be… that—was absolutely unacceptable.

"Do I seem to have any reason to lie to you?" Ye Xing glanced indifferently at Lin Xifan, then turned and walked away.

A thought stirred—Liang Dong's upper-body clothing vanished instantly. Next, his vision blurred—two massive wings, shimmering with golden light, appeared behind his back: streamlined, coldly elegant, amplifying Liang Dong's aura to overwhelming intensity.

A jet-black spear pierced through space and slammed toward Edward. The dense aura of holy energy surrounding Edward could not halt the jet-black spear.

But Ma Xingyao paid no heed—he drove straight to the Flower and Bird Market, picked out a giant birdcage, and without a word, shoved the Night Phoenix inside with brute force.