Chapter 430: The Pure Yang Heart Scripture

Old Aza Ti was not one of those arrogant elders who relied on their age; he never boasted of his achievements, always living authentically, so when Qin Yang asked a sharp question, he merely hesitated briefly, then smiled wryly and shook his head.

Zhang Fan, however, was like someone who feared wells after being bitten by a snake—he had entered Personnel Department, everyone was busy working without Wuxiu , Zhang Fan sat with a chair in front of Shen Meng, staring at her without speaking.

I expected it to hurt, but found it wasn’t as bad as I imagined; I sat up easily.

“Why are you being so mysterious?” Dongfang Ruobing grumbled, then turned her gaze back to the stage; for some reason, she felt this middle-aged man’s mannerisms were eerily familiar, yet she didn’t know him—this puzzled her endlessly.

“No way, no way—with Brother Tie Niu and Brother Wang Yang here, what gate can’t we break open?” Ye Antong pouted; everyone burst into laughter.

If Qin Yang clung stubbornly to an unyielding obsession, even if his heart demon tormented him endlessly, could the heart demon truly be satisfied merely by abusing Qin Yang to achieve its desired outcome?

Zhang Fan thought of something and searched for the person he had suspected, but among these team members, he spotted an unusually familiar face.

Yun Piaoying’s face turned pale; she had long sensed a deeply hated presence behind her, but hadn’t expected him to be so bold—his smiling face instantly turned icy, radiating lethal coldness.

For all these years, Cao Ge, as a subordinate, had never shown the slightest respect to Elder Ren Dair, constantly opposing him and even vying for the top position in C Country’s Huacheng.

Mo Ruyang turned her head coldly, her piercing gaze stabbing at the white-robed old man, as if she could pierce him through—making the old man shudder uncomfortably.

“Aren’t any of you tired?” Looking at the others still full of energy, not even Wu Zhan or Wu Qing showed fatigue—Wang Fang was just as fresh.

Just as she was about to find a robe to throw over herself before fetching it, Lu Junzhu stood outside the washroom holding her undergarment; Liu Fuying’s face instantly flushed crimson like a boiled shrimp.

Duke Zhang Weixian charged ahead and was shot dead through the chest by a rifle; Duke Cheng was severely wounded, fell from his horse, and was captured—his current status unknown. Of course, Li Mu had no time to care about the fates of those two lords; he raced straight to the Great Ming Gate.

After speaking to Ji Chenghong, Tai Jing Shangren turned to Xiao Zifei and immediately sat cross-legged on the ground; a flash of green light appeared, suppressing him.

All other palace attendants were executed in the emperor’s rage... the only surviving witness... was Emperor Tianqi himself.

Yuan Ling’s body stiffened; she mechanically turned to look at him. He was used to solitude, never imagining a son would suddenly appear—he didn’t know how to speak or interact with him.

“What?!” Li Mu felt as if struck by lightning, his face instantly turning ashen; Kong Yinzhi and Wu Sangui were also stunned, as if unable to believe their ears.

“Hmph... why can’t I think that way?! I’m pretty awesome too...” Park Jiyeon scrunched her nose, instantly pouting in anger.

“She said she was going to get something; she should be here by now—I’ll go meet her.” Zhao Yuan stood and went out.

“General Marissa doesn’t represent the Restoration Army, and I don’t represent those Grand Druids either!” Bolles said, his tone softening slightly.

In Ye Lin’s palm, a nail appeared—it was taken from Liu Sheng, still unrefined.

Ye Lin’s qi had been unable to circulate, but under Qiongqi’s intervention, he felt an immensely powerful force erupt within his Bu She Realm, a force entirely absorbed by his Bu She Wine Dao Realm.

According to the Magic Guild’s mission requirements, members joining the expedition team must be at least Advanced Wizards.

The great Buddha immediately formed two “ Wan ” symbols; Buddha light illuminated everywhere, making all things within its reach appear profoundly peaceful.

“If you seek death, fine.” Old Wu glanced at him coldly and spoke bluntly.

“You know the Water Spirit Falls gave birth to a Water Spirit. But do you know what a Water Spirit gives birth to?” said the Immortal Heir.

Yin didn’t mind sharing a sled with Soton, despite their past conflict—he could still understand the crocodile-man’s mood.

Beneath the Dao of Time, all things reflected each other; rivers churned like star rivers, devouring everything.

Even the lords of the Eight Prefectures or the Three Great Clans could not stand against the Pure Yang Palace.

This technique originated from his master—it was one of his master’s ultimate moves; now wielded by his master, You Zu, its power was earth-shattering.

The Immortal Bone Path was split open by a crack, then, under the cut of an invisible sword, a square mark was carved into its center.

In his vision, Du Yuesheng hadn’t moved, but Xiao Lin felt a crimson haze veil his eyes.

In that instant, Xu Bansheng felt he was heaven, earth, all things, everything, the entire world—including the origin of the void chaos.

Though it was the result of burning his life’s essence, and though it drew upon the dungeon’s malevolent qi, killing was killing—even if it meant mutual destruction, in a sense, the Hunyuan Sovereign had slain the Supreme, albeit at the cost of his own life.

Instantly, all doubts about Jian Wushuang vanished among the cultivators, leaving only fear and reverence.

Father certainly couldn’t match Fang Lin—Shi Yufang had no choice but to stand in front himself.

Before the apocalypse, everyone wore a mask covered in hypocrisy, bound by morality and public opinion, forced to follow rigid rules to be a “good person.”

In oB’s god’s-eye view, the clash had been ongoing, and without notice, there had already been three waves.

But when the three giant serpent demons attacked them together, they could only hold off three strikes before falling into disadvantage.

Yu Fei and Chen Xiaoyu’s faces were grim; Chen Xiaoyu cursed loudly, spewing foul language.