Chapter 326: Nine Springs of Bi Luo Flame

A mournful cry echoed through the empty Daoist temple.

It caught Lin Mo and Feng Geng off guard, leaving them stunned.

What the hell is going on?

The Zi Yun cultivator clung to Nan Gong Yichen's leg, weeping bitterly, his voice filled with unbearable sorrow:

"Nan Gong friend, please save my sect!!"

In this pitiful state, where was the slightest trace of his earlier aura as a transcendent master?

Nan Gong Yichen's expression was also somewhat helpless.

Seeing Empress Dowager Nian unconscious on the floor, Yinzhen's face darkened; his hawk-like eyes revealed complex, unreadable emotions—whether anger or something else, his tense face showed bulging veins. His hands, once clasped behind his back, now hung limp at his sides, clenched tightly, the tendons on his slender knuckles visibly raised.

"Thank you, Brother Tiancheng, for your concern. After ten thousand years of seclusion, I've merely made slight progress." He looked calmly at Lin Tiancheng and replied faintly, exuding the air of a superior.

Xingtian suffered the worst: when his shield met the Xuanyuan Sword, it shattered instantly, and he was wounded by the blade. Dianmu was least hurt—he sensed the Xuanyuan Sword gathering power and knew trouble was coming, but before he could warn them, the sword had already swung, leaving him with only minor flesh wounds.

Xi Yan's face flushed bright red from Wu Ya's blunt remark; he stammered twice, utterly losing his usual sharp wit, unsure how to retort.

"Clang." Yinzhen closed his teacup lid, then opened his eyes, fixing a piercing gaze straight ahead. Hui Zhu suddenly felt two chilling eyes lock onto her; startled, she looked up—and saw Yinzhen's eyes half-lidded, cold light flashing within, causing her to shrink back.

"Hades, are you alright?" As vice-dean of the Magic Martial Academy, Rui Feng knew Hades' true identity.

Wu Ya hurriedly interjected, whispering: "This servant knows that five-colored glazed incense burner—it was something Master sought years ago, a fine treasure. How could it break like this?" She shook her head repeatedly, muttering how tragic it was.

Ye Mingjing's beautiful eyes swept over Man Shunan in surprise. She hadn't expected to see someone with European blood. Combining this with rumors, she guessed the Luobuduo clan might indeed be of European descent.

Stepping out to look, the same group who had visited Xie Shangben's mansion days ago had returned. Hearing the border war had ended and the Pan brothers had vanished, they rushed back in haste.

Yet the unknown object was naturally Wang Chen—Wang Chen was overjoyed at this moment and didn't notice his own speed.

Sister Rodney glanced at the shipgirls and admirals around her, then at Chiyou—her words of warning vanished into silence. She sent a few messages, and soon precise data arrived in abundance.

Just now, during his struggle with the bandits, he was shot in the thigh and lost all mobility, left helpless to be slaughtered.

Empress Dowager Dong was clearly desperate, slapping one high-flown title after another onto her own head. After hearing her, everyone stared at her for a long time, speechless.

"Can't you help me kill Jirhala? His presence in Korea is a nightmare!" Manggultai said coldly.

He vaguely felt this man resembled the insane figure who had run past on the street earlier—but whether it was Shen Qiansan, he couldn't be sure.

Now that the boss lady was dead, Ling Chamei wanted to reveal her true face to seize control of the Iron Hand Gang and the Lele Renjian Entertainment Club.

"Galactic Divine Fist." A thunderous aura erupted; Gu San's body blazed with immense light, forming a colossal fist that slammed toward Xu Feng's forehead.

"You came down?" Ye Xuan glanced at Li Kun beside him, warmth stirring in his heart—by now, he had fully accepted Li Kun.