Chapter 126: The Sword Cultivator Lin Mo! The Arsonist Is Back Again! (Request Subscription)

"It can't be…"

When Shan Er-san saw the forum title, he froze for a moment, then instinctively tapped into the forum interface.

As soon as he switched over to the sect forum, he saw Lin Mo's face—smiling, somehow handsome yet mischievous.

"It really is Brother Lin! Fifty straight wins made it to the trending list? Must be real…"

He muttered to himself, swiftly scrolling through his spirit device.

But the more he scrolled, the more he sensed

At that moment, Li Mubai's demeanor shifted abruptly, and the spell he cast now radiated an aura capable of swallowing mountains and rivers.

In just a short while, Tang Xie had perfectly replicated the runes on the Sacred Domain Token, copying them exactly as they were.

He didn't care about the rare fruit—he cared about the token in the prince's hand. With that token, the prince could demand one favor from him; in the Ten Realms, even the Silent Sovereign couldn't compel such a thing—how inconvenient would it be to beg for a favor?

Aside from the nuclear resonance device, everything else—the desk, chairs, filing cabinets, coat racks—had been rearranged, and the room had been thoroughly cleaned.

Knowing he was dreaming meant he wouldn't be confused by the illusion; Hou Yi began analyzing the scene before him.

"With Prince Shen's gentle reminders, I've recalled some memories, but not all of them yet." Ru Yue glanced shyly at Shen Shinan, her eyes brimming with affection.

"He's already dead!" Ye Zhining's voice dropped sharply; thinking of her master's death, her hatred toward Dongfang Hong deepened further.

Li Mubai looked up and realized it was the two Dark Golden Giants who had blocked him before—the Evil Twin Demons. He had fought them more than once.

Yet he seemed to have grasped the opening of the Sword Manual. The opening teaches that true swordsmanship is no swordsmanship at all—even if it sounds like a sword god showing off.

Indeed, Xian'er's body had floated horizontally; a long rope still attached to her—once tied to a massive stone. After all the turmoil, the stone had sunk to the bottom of the swamp, and the rope had snapped. One severed end of the rope now drifted on the water's surface alongside Xian'er's corpse.

But the next second, they were stunned: dozens of silver needles flew in rapid succession, leaving no chance to dodge or counter.

Lu Shaoxi had served her only the dishes she loved; Shen Mengyao ate while watching him shield her from drinks, remembering how he'd done the same countless times during past group dinners—warmth spread through her heart.

When Nicole opened her eyes, her mind felt foggy. It hadn't yet dawned; her vision caught only faint light, distant candles casting flickering shadows on the ground, blurred and dim.

The rain fell steadily, neither fast nor slow; no matter how much Mu Tian urged his Mianyang Technique, the newly sprouting flames were slowly extinguished with a hissing sound.

As for Chang'an, that was a wonderful place. Su Su had wandered the mortal realm extensively, yet she still had to admit: Chang'an was the most prosperous place in the current world—without exception.

How dare you compete with me for a man! How dare you humiliate me in front of the entire Chen Prince's household! Hmph! Don't you know I, Shen Moyi, hold grudges?

Ju Long said nothing; Yi Yao looked up at him in surprise, but could read no expression on his face. Only his warm, sturdy hands around her waist tightened further.

Song Mingting's arrival at another peak was undoubtedly a great blessing for the Zhongshu Immortal and Zhongshu Peak—this was why even the traditionally cautious and earnest Zhongshu Immortal had instinctively rejoiced. But after the initial joy, his fair, impartial, and selfless nature took over, and he immediately began considering the entire sect's welfare.

These two men, lying helplessly on the ground, were his mortal enemies—enemies he could never forgive. But to their foes, he and they clearly appeared as allies; the three of them were now tied together like grasshoppers on the same string. Li Lingyue had no choice but to step forward, drawing her long sword to shield them.

Yuan Ming roared and rushed forward to catch Jingwei, then kicked the brute unconscious with one swift leg.

They knew the conditions for Jian Ruochen's entry into the competition, and perhaps they'd hoped merely to save whoever could survive. Now, Jian Ruochen hadn't only led out the vast majority of disciples, but had also earned respect—not just from qi-refining cultivators, but from the sect and noble families alike.

The black mist cried out again, then fell silent, its form rising and falling as if breathing heavily in rage.

This time, Nick Fury wasn't provoked; realizing Charles was just playing around, he sat down in a chair. Melinda walked behind him, and the two watched Charles's antics together.

After arranging Hao Tian comfortably on the bed, Yun Chao looked at the peacefully sleeping Bai Hao Tian, then turned to Bing'er beside him and spoke.

Lu Chen nodded. That made sense—studying was no different from farming: focus on tilling, don't obsess over harvests.

The imperial seal swelled violently, transforming into a colossal mountain hundreds of meters tall, covering a radius of dozens of meters. The heavy, overwhelming aura it emitted was far more terrifying than the three giant palms before.

Others might not have noticed, but Hei Kun instantly realized: the light clusters striking the formation were unmistakably the standard attacks launched by the Yun Tian Empire's fleet.

Ten thousand years ago, countless spells fell from the heavens—either bestowed by ancient deities or hurled down by humans who had ascended to slay the gods.

With this decision, the entire Bai family of the Hundred Flowers Valley nodded in relief; ever since confirming their grandson's identity, Bai Hao Tian's affairs had been a constant source of anxiety for them.

Charles casually shoved Nick Fury, instantly turning him into a bird. Watching Fury plummet toward the ground, Charles realized he'd soon become a pie, and shouted downward with all his might.

Qu Lanming slipped out during the chaos; Feng Raoxue, who had been sitting beside Chancellor Feng, seized the opportunity and followed him out.

"Haha, Mr. Harry, don't get so worked up! I heard your repayment deadline at the financial company is coming up?" Wang Jin smiled, asking casually.