Chapter 130: The True Sword Cultivator and the False Sword Immortal! The Elixir Courtyard

【Ding! Matching you with a suitable opponent, please wait…】

【Ding! Opponent Deng Haoguang successfully matched, rank: Novice Adventurer (880 points)】

The match notification chimed promptly in his ear; a teleportation glow flashed, and the new opponent appeared in one corner of the arena.

Indeed, still Foundation Establishment Stage Three...

Lin Mo silently thought to himself—since his seventy consecutive wins, the probability of facing a Foundation Establishment Stage Three opponent had risen sharply.

Until

Only after confirming no players were following behind did he stop, open his satchel, and examine the properties of several items.

Although Yong Mingyan had effectively "captured" Zhong Xuan, he no longer had the will to press him on the matter. Meanwhile, their master had remained in the capital for several more days—it was time to leave.

"By the way, where is Zhaoming's encampment?" Bai Shi was already preparing to take flight when Liu Qitian shouted—but once the men below were free, they all scattered, leaving no one to answer him.

Bai Lu spoke with growing passion, making Zhao Yuan feel like a criminal; he gazed helplessly at Liancheng beside him.

Zhao Yuan and the green-robed cultivator's cultivation levels were far inferior to these two; they immediately reeled inwardly, severing the spiritual sense link to their true bodies to prevent this mind-influencing force from reaching them through their spiritual sense.

Three days straight… As the weather warmed, Grandmother's condition worsened further. She spent ten to twelve hours each day unconscious, occasionally waking briefly, yet still murmuring Ming Fangjin's name in a daze.

Two eunuchs supported Xue Qingcheng as they walked toward her resting palace; behind them followed Black Eagle and White Pigeon. When they reached the entrance, Black Eagle and White Pigeon ordered the eunuchs to return—they would attend to her themselves.

The invisible assassin's ultimate ability grants permanent invisibility, automatically activating upon leaving combat; the skeleton archer's Wind Step, however, must be manually used and consumes mana.

Next came Nangong Yier's turn to appear; as soon as she stepped onto the stage, everyone below gasped—was this man truly human? His divine countenance stirred the crowd into wild cheers.

The God of Light appeared out of the radiance—a bearded old man, yet bathed in luminance, radiating an aura of profound holiness.

"Roar!" The phantom sensed the terrifying aura emanating from Ryan more intensely, desperate to flee—but could not move an inch.

Xie Yunting blew the green whistle between her lips; the Azure Spirit Bird immediately responded, flapping its wings toward her. Its bright eyes glanced down at Xie Yunting, filled with a hint of confusion.

After spending this time together, Ymir had realized that Anliye held a unique place in Ryan's heart—more significant than even herself, Masari, or Hrista.

Six to seven thousand strong warriors hovered motionless in midair for a fleeting instant, then plummeted downward like dumplings into the waters below.

General Maider fully understood Yang Hongsen's thoughts—if the enemy were Japanese troops, ammunition consumption would double, troop deployment would double, and the consequence of such a large-scale battle would be total depletion.

This was no longer the Qijue Cave's abode—where had he arrived? Had he merely been dreaming?

Before his words ended, Duobao spoke again: "Once a pure cultivator of the Jie Sect, now a savior of the Buddhist Path. The Buddha has always been the Dao, universally guiding those with karmic ties. From this day forth, I am the Supreme of the Buddhist Path, Duobao Tathagata. I shall reopen Ling Mountain, reestablish a Buddha Realm, reclaim the Great Teaching, and guide all sentient beings. Namo Duobao Tathagata."

On the other side, An Long had vanished—he saw Xi Ying falling into disadvantage, realized the situation was dire, and had long since fled.

An army of over eighteen thousand cultivators all summoned clouds, flying in a vast, sweeping formation toward Kaifeng.