Chapter 432: Demon Subduing Technique and Corpse Experience Points!

“Use the Demon Subduing… punch!”

Lin Mo paused, then spoke to Long A, who stood at the front.

Long A, unquestionably the strongest warrior among the Golden Third Generation, immediately understood Lin Mo’s meaning.

Not only that, he stepped forward several paces, and the prototype of the Demon Subduing Fist took shape.

There was no need to consciously absorb it—his footwork stance felt as natural as if he’d been born with it; his steps flowed smoothly, unlike a beginner at all.

And on his fists, a faint layer clung.

Classmates who shared a class with Jin Xin and Feng Yun came to attend their memorial service; both families were plunged into grief and legal battles, and the police were now involved.

“Heavenly Water Divine Step Claw!” Since he had decided to strike, Jin Suiyuan prepared for a single lethal blow—he didn’t even hesitate, forming claws with both hands and lunging forward; a surging torrent of true qi erupted from his claws like an ancient dragon, emitting a piercing, ear-numbing whistle of displaced air.

Old Bai sat beside the underground river of magma, watching the red-clad Xiao Yu in the distance, suddenly feeling utterly alien to him.

Before high school senior year, she was still under eighteen, still a minor; she hoped change would come in the future, yet subconsciously feared it, for change could bring either good or bad.

For some reason, Li Han’s body suddenly went limp; in that instant, she felt as if she had been overwhelmed—but moments later, she snapped back and shoved Zhang Hanming away.

Bai Zhi had no intention of fighting Duan Tianshan; if she chose to flee now, her lightness would make escape easy—but if she were injured, she might not be able to escape at all.

Inside White Pagoda Mountain, Jiang Bai watched the Chu army chasing Chen Bing in the distance, and finally exhaled in relief, a cold sneer on his face.

“Such a powerful dragon’s breath—is this guy trying to kill me?” Jin Suiyuan stared intently at the rising light, his heart gripped by terror; his body tensed instinctively, and a vast torrent of true qi shot straight from his palm toward the crimson dragon in midair.

Gong Sunbo’s expression was icy and bone-chilling, his eyes brimming with murderous intent; he raised his great blade high, pointing it directly at Li Tian, his voice freezing as he spoke.

But by the end of this table, only Ba En remained—ultimately, because he was the only one among the Four Sword Saints who was not a “pure warrior.”

This was a uniquely different solitary peak, shaped exactly like a club—wide at the top, narrow at the base. The summit’s area was hundreds of times larger than the base! The four sides of the peak were sheer cliffs of black rock, yet the summit was an entirely different world.

No sooner had Aunt Cai finished speaking than Qiu Se heard a vaguely familiar voice: “Just put the baskets over there by the wall.” Then came the sound of many footsteps and heavy objects hitting the ground.

Yin Tianyou bent over, rewriting Zheng Endi’s lyrics, refining the melody and rhythm into a clearer outline.

“Yes, Yi Lan knows. Yi Lan isn’t in a hurry—she’ll wait patiently for Yi Fei’s arrival,” Yi Lan said humbly.

“He’s at Qilu Hospital now. After the accident happened, we rushed Shao Zhuhu to the hospital immediately, but unfortunately…” a school official murmured.

Mike sat in the front passenger seat beside Xue Qiong, eyes closed, resting. For some reason, he insisted on riding in the same car as Xue Qiong and the other two.

Ding Sanfu thought of something and pressed further: “What about your dowry?” When this sister married, she brought plenty of items—surely she didn’t just come back with a bag of old clothes?

The police car turned around and drove back; an officer put on a raincoat, stepped out, and showed Xue Qiong his police ID.

Because of the climb, her back was soaked in sweat. In the deathly dark, silent, and bone-chilling cold, she heard only her own increasingly faint breaths.