Chapter 428: Supreme Spirit Pill, Hao Ri

Song Sect Master felt for the first time what it meant to have thorns prick his back.

Had they not been on Jiushan Realm’s University Island, the crowd behind him would have erupted in chaos.

If glances could kill, he would already be riddled with a thousand wounds.

He sneered inwardly, thinking: You only see me kneeling, but you don’t know I’m worried I’m not kneeling fast enough!

Not kneeling really means death…

Jiushan Sect is truly rewriting the Art of Alchemy!

Behind him, these

Born with a passion for weapons, Gao Xing instantly fell in love with the several long swords and stepped closer to examine them closely, pacing back and forth, unable to tear his eyes away.

Not only did the Wolf Fang Mercenary Team’s members drop to their knees, but even their captain Xie Guang crashed down, begging for mercy.

When life was going well, Su He never thought of these things, but now, wounded and haunted by Chen Zihang’s words, his shadow filled her mind.

“It must have been a Sun eunuch who investigated Yan Huo… the exact time is too long ago; I can’t recall clearly,” Ning Xue said hesitantly.

Yet this technique is forcibly applied, so once used, it inflicts damage upon the user.

At the instant Dai Ouk collapsed, Ye Chen appeared, his Dragon’s Roar Sword still dripping blood.

Zhao Qingshan said nothing; from the moment the dagger struck the talisman shield, he saw that the shield not only protected its wielder but also destroyed anything it touched, like a cutting machine.

Ye Chen smiled bitterly: “It’s you who can’t catch my movements, isn’t it?” He extended his right hand and flung him away again.

“Take care of yourself, and drink less alcohol,” He Qing said with reluctant parting words.

Yi Weidong looked nothing like a sixty-year-old man—he was broad-shouldered, dignified, more like a middle-aged martial arts master from a movie.

“Enough, enough. Feng Mo won’t like you crying like this. When he returns, tell him to come find me—I’m leaving!” Mo Mo finished speaking, stepped outside the door, activated his speed skill, and vanished in a blur, then hid at the place where he’d drunk with the Elders that day.

Yan Ting frowned, caught off guard by the sudden attack, and glanced at Xi Zhan, who remained equally silent—his brow tightened further.

Seeing the door open, he felt he had stepped into paradise and stepped inside without a second thought.

As he spoke, a somber expression crossed his face again—he must have remembered the slaughtered relatives and elders.

After Xie Zhentian finished speaking, Xing Yue turned to leave, but at that moment, Xie Zhentian’s voice sounded again from behind.

Though now startled, all three could still channel battle qi; though they couldn’t outrun Mo Mo, they weren’t afraid to face him head-on.

“Huff—” Fan Yu gasped, his eyes clouded with confusion, his body swaying slightly.

“Heh, third brother, we’ve got good luck—still managed to find two fat lambs,” the man blocking the alleyway said.

Strange as it was, at that moment, a strange wind arose, and the bulbs on the stage hissed and went out all at once.

White bones, untouched by decay, rose as if alive at the sound of the old man’s incantation.

The Carp Spirit plunged straight into the sea, and Qing Qing, bathed in a flash of green light, followed after.

Ye Qinqin was surprised—her moment of despair had made Song Yuyi unwilling to even mention the Ritual Dance.

Now, his entire aura surged violently, his hair whipped wildly, his fists, battered repeatedly against the heavenly tribulation, had shattered and turned into bloody, mangled flesh.

Yet after the master cursed, the big black dog did not stop—it growled even more fiercely at him.