Chapter 192: Ancient Relic Reappears! Unexpected Reunion! (Request Subscription)

"Lin Mo? The Lin Mo who achieved one hundred and fifty consecutive victories on the Sword Discourse Platform?"

Someone in the crowd immediately recognized the name.

Lin Mo of Qingshan Sect—this name had spread throughout the entire Qinzhou Sword Discourse Platform in just over a month.

Even among some inner-disciple students, they had heard of this prodigy among Qingshan Sect's new recruits.

"He's coming too? Oh, I almost forgot—he's apparently paired with Chu Wange, right?"

But now no one dared to acknowledge Zhu Cixie; everyone feared being implicated by association.

The game launched on schedule, and its explosive popularity once again thrust it into the spotlight, followed by wave after wave of discussion.

He knew Li San had been born into a wealthy merchant family in Tongzhou and was one of the Donglin leaders, having once collaborated with Gu Xiancheng in the late Wanli era to stir up factional strife, and having fiercely resisted tax inspectors during his tenure as a local official.

Thus, along the riverbank, many members of the same clan wept as they were relocated, while others who remained behind bid farewell to their kin.

Moreover, considering Tang Men's current state and Tang Miaoxing's position as Sect Head, he feared the man might, like Yang Lie, intend to secure Tang Men's future but ultimately do it harm.

Clearly, they had left Qiantian Palace and were now moving via some special method.

All she wanted now was to cultivate hard, to live longer, so she could stay with her senior brother for more time.

He had merely glanced at the title page of the handwritten copy of Yin Wu Lei, then immediately set the thunder technique aside with a strange expression.

One hundred meters away, in Ren Fei's Heavenly Eye vision, six colored auras appeared.

But a horror movie ending like this was infinitely better than any saccharine happy ending.

Zhang Tianyi was now a Major in the Special Operations Bureau—a prestigious rank in the eyes of the Sergeant Major—and befriending Zhang Tianyi was his lifetime's honor. Zhang Tianyi's military identity differed from that of the Imperial Collaborationist Security Force; he held a Japanese Imperial Army Special Operations Bureau identity, one only a Japanese person could possess.

Skipping all the data metrics, the final conclusion was: no toxins detected in the corpse; cause of death: sudden death.

But just as his spear was about to swing down, the pottery jar on the ground suddenly floated upward and shot toward the direction they had come from.

Upon learning that Chen Feng had used the Judgement Department to imprison everyone, his face darkened instantly.

Zhang Tianyi had seen the pickup slip—it listed only luxury items: Songrong mushrooms and leather from the northeast, jewels, porcelain, and antiques from Beiping.

The Huddersfield team didn't even rally—they were crushed under the overwhelming morale and momentum of the Southampton team.

The Knight Captain repeatedly reassured him not to rush, saying that with diligent cultivation, he would eventually master this sword technique.

Li Hong and Qiu'er made no move to stop them; they had reached this point, and their role was done. The group followed Li Hong straight toward the massive palace before them, its gate painted vermilion red.

The arrow exploded; the bound psychic storm surged outward, instantly disintegrating Kong Xun's body into a mist of blood.

Zhang Tianyi let the ruby pendant slide down his palm, unfastened the clasp, slipped it from the front of Xue Nai's neck, then fastened it behind her.

The two women loosened Qiu Xuan's bindings; Qiu Xuan immediately ran behind Da Bu Shuiyun and hid.

Fire Witch Marquis Zhu Da swung his sword again—this was his strongest strike, its temperature exceeding one hundred thousand degrees. The flame was indeed powerful, not immediately frozen—but after a brief struggle, once it had neutralized some of the freezing aura, the flame was finally frozen.

Logically, such a secret matter should have escaped the notice of the Phantom operating on the Immortal Martial Star—but each cultivator pursued their own agenda; within two days, Bo Ge sent intelligence: Mu Yun Sword Sect was in grave danger.