Chapter 292: The Thirtieth Layer of Ten Thousand Swords Tomb

Zhu Zishun, Chu Qingyun, and others who had just entered the Golden Core realm had already climbed onto the Central Continent's Dragon Subdivision ranking list, with their rankings changing noticeably almost every month.

Their rapid advancement surpassed everyone's imagination.

This generation of prodigies, hailed as the Golden Third Generation during Foundation Establishment, had no sooner entered Golden Core than they revealed their claws, launching immediate challenges against these "senior Bangdan figures" without giving the world any time to react.

This year's nine

Just two days after Yang Tong's force departed from Weixian Camp, Li Mi's army indeed mutinied; Wang Bodang and Cheng Yaojin led seven thousand troops in pursuit.

Due to this momentary inattention, their arms brushed against each other as they walked past.

But these were not the key issue, for the Dragon Team also had such units that served to polish the reputations of the noble families.

Yet at this critical moment, the long-absent agony returned—unbearable pain surged in his chest, causing the woman to lose control of her hold over the Takamagahara realm.

However, after Zhao Mingye finished speaking, he felt no hostility from the Beishuang tribe.

The earth suddenly trembled, then shook violently as if an earthquake had struck; the ruins rose from the ground, transforming into a streak of light that flew toward the Xuan Yang Continent.

Did he, after being captured, finally heed his father's advice and begin to value traditional ethnic weapons?

Now, no one in his school wandered idly; most people moved forward at a run.

Yet observation showed Su Huaishan was not of the stud-like nature, which left him somewhat perplexed.

Indeed, Orochimaru honored his agreement with the Himekami clan chief and did not take away the most brilliant Himekami heir—but now the target had shifted to him.

Most prodigies have a flaw: they hold high standards, fixated solely on cultivating and deciphering profound martial arts techniques, yet refuse to spend time refining essential fundamentals.

This time, he did not instinctively retreat—he charged forward, attempting to knock the opponent down with a single punch.

Ling'er and A-li embraced each other and slept before the side gate of a noble mansion in Bai Lou Men, seeking shelter from the rain.

Zhao Ruobing's gaze turned toward Lü Bingbing and the others, a hint of embarrassment in her eyes—she too felt she had gained an unfair advantage.

Jiang Feng nodded, set down his teacup, and said sincerely, "I won't hide it from Master Bai—I came for one simple purpose: I hope you will go to Baiyun City."

Bai Qing was not surprised; he gazed down the mountain and said with complexity, "I fled into seclusion for years due to the chaos in Huaxia. Now, it is time to descend the mountain."

So far, the sores on the arms caused by the plague had nearly vanished; after consuming this decoction, Xue'er, drawing on her knowledge of the Liu School of Medicine learned from Dean Zhuang, concluded that the final medicinal ingredient to cure the plague had been found.

Di Mei's eyes flickered as he looked at Beiyuan Qianhe, then suddenly narrowed. "What's on your back?"

Xu Yang left the room and asked a middle-aged steward on guard how one could challenge the Beast Tower.

This mournful melody, note by note, word by word, sang of Yan Rui, the courtesan of the Southern Song's Tiantai Camp—and of herself.

After seeing off Yu Jing, Zhu Xiaoya drove directly to a large residential estate by Lushui Lake.

Earlier, due to the tornado's interference, the Sword Sect elder had not seen what lay ahead and thus did not know when the net had been laid—but he was not concerned; if even a Sword Sovereign could not stop him, how could this feeble-looking net possibly hinder him?

"There's no other way. I've told you everything I know. I can't help you anymore. What comes next—you'll have to figure out on your own," the mountain man said, sounding equally helpless.