Chapter 430: Thunder Law Duel, New Master of Nine Mountains

The Jin Dan disciples fled from Zhengxian Island.

But Zhang Shijie and the other two only slightly increased the distance, watching Zheng Fa on the training ground and the Heavenly Sovereign in the sky.

The Nascent Soul tribulation is a trial of the cultivator’s own being; external interference is strictly forbidden, or the tribulation’s power will multiply tenfold or a hundredfold… Feeling the Heavenly Sovereign’s aura above, even Zhang Shijie cautiously stepped back—

One Heavenly Sovereign was already terrifying; ten, a hundred… just imagining it made the scalp tingle.

But

“This third eye is my innate spiritual ability. Innate abilities have no good or bad—only how you use them,” Li Ming said at this moment.

The others were also startled, recalling Xing Luo’s previously vibrant state, and felt a pang of dread—anyone facing an opponent who could fully recover from grievous injuries would feel fear.

Since we’ve decided to set a net here to catch fish, and may even risk grabbing chestnuts from the fire, we must first understand the environment. Heaven’s timing, earth’s advantage, human harmony—none are gifts from heaven, but must be forged through one’s own effort.

Mo Li’s hair was disheveled, his gaze fierce as he stared at the arrow, drew his sword and cut off the arrowhead, then ordered Hei He to endure the agony and pull the arrow out again with his palm, then hastily took a drop of barbarian blood from a vial and made Hei He swallow it.

Li Tian glared at Su Tianyu, then lowered his head, glanced once more at his phone, and after reading it, slowly put the phone back into his pocket.

According to the challenge tournament rules, there is no fixed order—disciples may freely choose opponents to challenge. Of course, the sequence is determined by the order in which disciples speak up.

Watching Xing Luo’s domineering assault and the murderous aura bursting from his body, Xu Xiangzi felt as if she had been plunged into an ice cellar—her entire body froze stiff, immobile, eyes wide with beautiful phoenix eyes, staring at the rapidly enlarging right claw before her pupils.

At this moment, Wahid had collapsed onto his chair, his eyes devoid of their former arrogance.

Originally, the thirty-six stupa towers contained only thirty-six sarira beads—meaning each tower held just one sarira bead.

Yet he failed to notice that the dull pendant hanging around his neck slowly began to glow again, shimmering like clouds and rosy dawn, as if coming alive.

Ye Zheng, five meters from Jun Yao, raised his spear and swiftly stabbed Zhao Tianqin—the chaos erupted instantly, countless figures surged toward the eight.

Lu Yunxing’s throat was hoarse, unable to speak for a long while—he wasn’t forgiving at all; if he truly were, he wouldn’t have caused his two children in his past life to part ways forever.

The two played from day until midnight, reluctantly parting; after returning to Bai Lian Hall, Han Lin’er did not neglect her cultivation—though her dates with Yuan Tiansheng took up time, reducing her own practice hours, generally speaking, Han Lin’er only needed to maintain her current level.

The combat arena was vast and empty, with few people around; by nightfall, even fewer remained.

The Hong Meng Yi Qi technique automatically activated, harmonizing with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, striking through all meridians of her body.

Then what use is this window? Better to brick it up—then at least it wouldn’t look so dilapidated; the dampness is truly heavy. Late August nearing September is extremely hot, yet Deng Daqiang walking inside felt no heat at all—summer might be tolerably cool, but what about winter?

Zhao Tianqin gazed blankly at the emerald-green light on her body—why was it there? Neither her mother, father, nor Lin Jiuze reacted at all—were they blind to the glow on her?

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