Chapter 212: The Sword Sect Master

The group had few members, barely thirty in total.

Yet almost all of them were famed Sword Sect masters from the Nine Earth Continents.

The Nine Sky Sword Sect of Zhongzhou, the Taiyi Sect, the Zhan Yun Sect of Liangzhou, the Liu Yun Sect of Qingzhou, the Qing Shan Sect and Wen Dao Academy of Qinzhou…

Almost all the top Sword Sects of the Nine Earth Continents were in this group.

Each member was essentially a representative of their sect's Sword Academy.

"Brother Yan, it's been a long time—"

"Terminal illness? Where am I supposed to conjure up a child for her in ten months? You've got quite the imagination. If she really had something as serious as what I just described, wouldn't you all have destroyed me already?" Shen Yiqian glanced sideways at Jing Luoyi on the hospital bed—what kind of thinking was that?

"Boom!" As Wu Dao raised his killing intent, Shen Yanxi exploded into action, her delicate hand striking straight for Wu Dao's forehead—seemingly soft, yet Wu Dao's qi surged violently as he reached to block it, only to have his arm shattered by her single palm strike.

Today, Hua Tuo's name had spread across all three commanderies and counties, revered by the people as a divine figure worthy of enshrinement in temples.

The gate crashed open, and Gong Yu's tall figure appeared at the entrance; Yun Muxi stared at the person for a long while, tilting her head to scrutinize.

Lü Bu mentioned three locations: one at the junction of Nanhai, Cangwu, and Hepu commanderies—the delta region of the Yu River's lower reaches.

That day, at the last possible moment, they used two decoy dummies to escape death; otherwise, they would no longer exist in this world.

One day, Fu Xi was pondering how to solve humanity's food problem when he heard of a Jiang-clan tribe beyond the settlement, whose leader was a great sage who had invented grain cultivation, resolving humanity's food crisis.

Zeng Huaicai's legion lacked masters like Bai Fengzi or elephants, yet that did not hinder his efficiency as the top killer of zombies.

In terms of skill, I could beat him until even his own mother wouldn't recognize him, let alone Ling Shao.

Ni Suanqiu's eyes darted around, and instantly he sensed that the massive floating object resembling a giant octopus head was merely a skin—just larger, disguised as a demonic beast, so for a moment, Ni Suanqiu failed to detect its true nature.

After seeing the person off, Lu Zi'an supported Lin Yueru's arm, preparing to escort her back to her room to rest.

In addition, the living room had a water supply system, apparently used to channel drinking water.

Beyn, being an experienced veteran commander, swiftly assessed the current situation.

The red mist glanced around the palace walls—no one was hiding outside. That wretched Lan Le dared to enter the palace? She truly had no desire to live.

Suddenly, she rose swiftly and chased after Mo Beixie's departing direction; though her vision had been blurred by tears, she had seen the expression on his face as he looked back at her—it had seemed pained.

On Lu Yuchen's handsome face, for the first time in front of so many people, a multitude of emotions surfaced.

But Feng Anshi had just planned to seek out Qin Rumeng and Zhang Ruoye to discuss recent developments and strengthen their bonds through cultivation.

"Don't say 'thank you'—we don't need that. If you truly want to thank me, accept me sooner." Qin Chen winked at her.

Seeing Yifana in her white dress, she looked like a celestial angel high above the heavens—impossible for them to search her.

Though many gathered before the store's poster, Dior's luxury status deterred most, so only the elite, nobles, and powerful dared to enter and spend.

"Long time no see—you've grown paler, cleaner, and more wild." Lin Rui turned with a forced smile.

"My master believes someone has been using this world as a chessboard, playing for ten thousand years… even longer!" Di Xuyao declared suddenly with certainty.

"Relying on oneself is the true way!" Lin Rui refused to gamble his life in others' hands; he still trusted his own abilities—even without so-called awakening, he could grow strong.