Chapter 80: The Thunder Seed Arrives

Heartache, sorrow, regret, lament—this thread of thought eluded capture, yet lingered tenderly and endlessly, pressing upon the heart, impossible to dispel.

When the shock began to subside, Ziyou Zhi Yi blurted out a sentence that left all four of them stunned.

A merchant clan, like the Shen family mentioned earlier, is a vast family built through commerce and trade; though also called a clan, it cannot be compared at all with other martial sect families.

With the experience from the second branch path, the first branch path seemed much easier to handle, but in truth, things were not so smooth.

Yet they failed to notice that even as the dragon attacked Lu Haikong, those ten massive crossbows on Lu Haikong’s side had already been reloaded with bolts.

So it was no surprise that Lu Haikong and his personal guard unit captured the enemy’s fifteen hundred bandit guards and over three thousand low-tier soldiers, even though Lu Haikong’s troops, aside from the four hundred plus elite bandit guards, showed no overwhelming martial superiority over the foe.

“What? There’s something like that? We’re going right now.” Dong Wei suddenly received a call and stormed out in fury.

When the monarch and his minister, who had not seen each other for nearly three years, met, the livestream chat quietly flooded with memes about the coldest couple.

Some saw it as candid advice, others as harsh truth—but in either case, it varied by person.

The Dark Cult now entered its darkest hour; Thanos would soon enter his most agonizing moment.

Wu Zhao stood beside Shen Changyong and nodded as well. For modern cultivators, this place was utterly unimaginable. With such uniquely blessed conditions, it was no wonder ancient cultivators generally possessed far higher cultivation than today’s.

But Wu Zining did not think so; in her eyes, her grandfather was utterly obsessed with martial arts.

Rebellion could not be stopped—Chen Sheng, Xiang Yu, Liu Bang, and others still rose up and ruined Qin Shi Huang’s great enterprise.

The one who wielded the staff was of extremely high power; the staff not only shattered Atushi’s brain but also pulverized his demonic spirit.

“That’s true,” said Ge Huilan, frowning, “but what if Boss Bai really gets arrested?”

That spear came crashing down with terrifying force; before Wen Zhong’s cry even reached his throat, thousands of armored soldiers were slain, throwing the battlefield into chaos. The remaining guards trembled like stray dogs, fleeing in blind panic.

The Japanese major in the drama looked neither human nor corpse, and no one knew what he truly was; to prevent unforeseen complications, uniting all available forces was essential.

Guangchengzi and the others said nothing, merely nodded slightly, then turned their gazes once more toward Bai Qi and the others.

After descending the Seventh Peak, Lin Yan, per his plan, pressed forward without pause toward the Sixth Peak, continuing his path of vengeance.

He understood his disciple Li Yuan—Li Yuan was usually carefree; if he was this serious, the matter must be of grave importance.

His gaze shifted to Qu Qingyou; she gazed into the distance, lost in thought, as if watching something unseen. Wait—that direction was…?

Even this violent fall hadn’t knocked her unconscious—could that not prove she was not meant to die?

Yang Zhao’s speed surged to its peak, like a ferocious tiger descending the mountain, his terrifying power surging forth like a tidal wave.

When Hua Chu was introduced, Ying Tian’s pupils contracted slightly—so she was Hua Chu, disciple of Li Yuan Daojun? The very person Long Xingtian had desperately tried to draw his attention to.

Rather than huddle inside the city, it would be better to strike out before the Snowland Elves encircled it; then Xu Fei would only need to guard one front. Though the battle line might be long, it was still better than being surrounded on all sides.

Sigh! Life changed completely after taking on a disciple! He finally understood why his master had always complained that having him and his fellow brothers was too exhausting.

Having chosen the path of an undercover agent meant enduring solitude, sometimes sacrificing friendship, love, even family.

“Plenty! Almost completely full! I hadn’t noticed until you mentioned it—this restaurant today is terrible, no one’s here! That’s weird!” Gui Tou paused suddenly, as if realizing something. He looked up at the restaurant’s sign, then around the area, and frowned.

Bai Yan and Ming He did not leave the Night Demon Mountain Range after exiting Hui Meng Valley; instead, they stopped at Nan Yan Ridge, not far from the gorge.

“Lord Master, could we communicate once more with the Array Spirit?” At this moment, one of Huo Zhengcheng’s elders spoke up.

At once, Zhang Yunfeng summoned two elders capable of activating fifth-grade Ice-Cold Talismans, along with others who could activate fourth-grade Ice-Cold Talismans.

Yan Ruoyi looked at the incoming call number; she didn’t want to answer, but Li Xu kept calling persistently, so she finally picked up.

She went to have dinner with Xiao Lin; along the way, everyone she met smiled and asked if she was planning to get Xiao Lin to treat her to better food again—she smiled and invited them all to join. But though she said so, everyone knew Xiao Lin doted on her, and none wanted to tag along, fearing his glare.

Feeling the intense heat, Master Xi widened his eyes in disbelief, staring at the Burning Wing Bird before him.

So if Mom found out about this gunshot wound, even if she didn’t punish him, just a single furrowed brow would have him utterly despised by his father.