Chapter 163: The Holy Maiden

The sun set in the west, twilight deep and dim.

Clip-clop—

Urgent hoofbeats rang out on the official road.

Dozens of dark shadows galloped past like wind and lightning, leaving behind vast clouds of yellow dust.

"Lieutenant Qiu, we're a hundred li from Jinyang Prefecture, and night is falling—should we find a place to rest?" A sergeant leaned over his horse and spoke.

After a full day of travel, everyone was weary, and the Crimson Blood Horses could no longer bear the burden, their nostrils puffing.

The attackers had the power to vaporize the entire mountain peak, along with the surrounding land and cultivators, yet left behind this scene—it was a blatant provocation against Qianshan Academy.

After listening to Lin Yuelan's account, Situ Nanyun quietly leaned against his chest, savoring the warmth of his embrace; inside the room, the lamplight cast a soft glow, illuminating the faces of the two entwined figures.

"Say it, and I'll do it." Zheng Zheng didn't want to waste more breath; she felt if things continued like this, she'd explode.

"I don't know about that—I never heard Fan Qingqing mention it." Qian Xiaodong shook his head.

Nicholas casually hurled several fireballs into the sky, then controlled them to suddenly plummet and smash into the ground.

At this moment, Victory Fly-I was being chased by a missile, but the missile's speed wasn't yet sufficient to strike it outright—instead, it steadily closed the distance.

Jun Qian still dared not turn around, but knew he had to step aside to let everyone see this "black brick."

Just as a massive net was about to descend from above, trapping the Wind Sect members and shooting them full of arrows, thick smoke suddenly billowed from the gate tower, followed by bursts of flame.

Once, they might have scorned Ultraman Tiga, thinking him nothing more than a giant man—but now, Ultraman Tiga could rival the god who saved them from their dire suffering.

This cultivation-boosting choice must be completed; only by growing stronger can I access deeper curses.

Jimo Qingyou was now scrutinizing Ah Huan, and Ah Huan was carefully studying him in return.

Shen Da and Hao Tong had long since finished their deliberations; everything was already on the agenda, waiting only for Hao Tong to spread the news to surrounding areas.

Chen Xingyu was someone Zhan Ningyan knew well—this meaningless, black-for-black's-sake nonsense only made Zhan Ningyan annoyed; really, everyone was rushing over to latch onto Chen Xingyu.

When Chen Xi woke again, the sun had already risen above the horizon for some time; the caravan had packed up and was ready to depart.

After more than eight thousand times, Long Jin Beiming had shattered countless times, its life force growing ever weaker.

"Grandpa finally waited for you to come back—how have you been these past years? Grandpa is truly sorry to you, helplessly watching them send you far abroad," the old man said, tears filling his eyes.

Ji Yue and Lu Xiuyuan had said nothing in opposition; Ling Lu could tell that during her unconsciousness, their opinions had already aligned.

After returning to the Commercial Alliance's base, Mu Sheng rested well for three days. Although bringing Nolan and Zhu Yongliang on this experiment was meant to protect himself, the incidental gain was having two assistant testers.

"Alright, I'll head back then. I'll come see you tomorrow." Lady Nie said, then left the hospital.

It was winter, and Jiangcheng was having a snowfall—cold, bitterly cold—and luckily, this event was indoors.

A thousand claw shadows collided with the battle-axes, the terrifying force directly knocking Cheng Yaojin's twin axes aside, then slamming hard against his chest.

Shui Wuhen gently brushed her hair behind her ear, a faint smile on her lips, her gaze fixed tightly on Mingyue.

Jiuyunye roared in agitation, his massive mouth wide open, charging a Tailed Beast Ball, ready to obliterate every obstacle before him—he had clearly lost his reason and no longer cared that this technique would destroy everything here.