Chapter 84: Twin Cultivation Secret Art! The Soft Little Axe~ (6K)

"It's too complicated to explain in a few words—let me take you to Luo Hun Slope myself, show you the Blood Spring, and reveal its mystery to you both!" said Old Man Niu solemnly, as if he saw a glimmer of hope in us.

If Shen Yan knew that her father, who had always doted on her, had become this way because of her disappearance, what would she think?

Since Duan Chen had not yet entered the Martial Spirit Realm, there was not a trace of Qi in his dantian—only a golden-red aura quietly spiraled within.

Exploiting the Eight Extremes Fist's explosive power, he surged forward and slammed his shoulder like a great hammer into Winston-Gordon's chest, leaving him no time to retreat. "Shake shoulders to strike heaven, stomp feet to shake the Nine Provinces"—this impact nearly knocked the breath out of Winston-Gordon.

His words echoed clearly throughout the entire city; everyone's expression changed, and the enforcer's eyes narrowed sharply. Who were the Dragon Emperor and the Enforcer Elder? If they were here, even the enforcer would dare not show disrespect.

"We've been tricked—this guy's too strong. Let's run!" Ma Dai said to Ge Zu, then wrapped both arms around Ge Zu's waist and hurled him upward toward the giant rock.

Aoyu was pleased by the roaring cheers of his men, arranged for them to get acquainted with one another, and then went with Lin Tianfeng and several commanders into the base's room.

Aisen spoke seriously to Aoyu, clearly having weighed this matter deeply before voicing it.

After the two left the tent, Sun Miaoyin, whose body had been pinned down by Yang Bin and whose mouth had been mumbling incoherently, suddenly let out a guttural scream like a wounded beast—simultaneously, the entire stone cave shook violently, and outside, a porter's cry of agony rang out.

Teacher Zhang remained as usual, but this time, the posture he asked Gao Shuqin to assume felt strange to her.

Moreover, releasing the Eternal Unextinguished Body inflicted massive self-damage; Xue Hao would never do so unless absolutely certain of success.

Jing He and Zi Ran also understood their thoughts, so they left Xiu Yi beside her younger brother; besides, the British Duke's Mansion was not far away—once she established herself there, she could easily call them over.

These eight divine artifacts were no ordinary items—each was immensely powerful, belonging to the highest grade; for ordinary martial artists, obtaining even one or two would be enough to excite them.

"She is well," the God of Time abruptly cut off the voice, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

Zhang Haotian knew these were certainly not normal humans—if they were, why hadn't they appeared earlier? Perhaps he had stumbled into some ghost market.

Zhen Zheng Qianxi's threads, Pang Dahu's paper dolls, Luo Yu's Lingling Umbrella… everyone had different trump cards, never relying on just one ability.

Outside the window, raindrops had begun falling, pattering against the parasol trees in the courtyard; a cool autumn breeze playfully slipped through the window, pressing against his warm chest—Jing He's heart gradually calmed, and in the rustling rain, she drifted into a sweet dream.

Luo Yu had to admit she was panicked—Duanmu Qiuqian was annoying, but he was a God-King; if he brought more God-Kings to attack, the Divine Realm might hold out, but Blue Star would surely collapse.

After all, he had been missing for over ten days; during that time, Zhou Bingran had endured much, and likewise, many things had happened within the Gui Xu. That night, none of the three—Zhou Bingran and the others—slept; they sat together, listening as Liu Zhuo and Man Niu recounted everything that had transpired in the Gui Xu.

As the group reached the door, an old man opened it, his face filled with delight as he stared at Luo Kaiping and urgently pointed inside.

Before the towering sword gate of the Sword Inquiry Hall, the warrior saw the Ma Chariot of Hongye Villa and recognized the elderly steward Ye Zhong at the lead—he hurried forward to bow respectfully.

Tianqi guided the plane to land nearby; Liu He and Afu walked ahead, Fang Yun naturally followed behind—but no one else moved; it wasn't out of lack of curiosity, but because they knew they still had tasks to complete.

Though he and Mo Tu had grown considerably, they were growing ever farther from the term "genius."

"Is what you said true? If a man truly loves her, he'll want to… you know, do that with her?" Ning Tiantian couldn't help asking again.

So absorbed was Lin Xi in the power of the Azure Dragon Free Escape that on several occasions, he nearly teleported into the Falling Petals Mountains.

Channeling spiritual power, a column of water gushed from his palm, directly dousing the location of the Fire Cloud Demon Snake.

Yet in matters of interpersonal conduct and chess mindset, he wasn't even worthy to hold Han Yao's slippers.

Third, acquire a spiritual vein to gather resources for your third body tribulation.

Even better, these two were not enemies—they were closer than blood siblings, their bond so deep no outsider could intrude.

His body shot into the air and slammed into the mountain wall behind him, the entire cliff sinking inward from the impact.

She even believed that if she hadn't intervened, the opponent wouldn't have become enraged—and Yang Shi's arm wouldn't have been severed.

"That Dragon Beggar—we can't cast a curse on him. What should we do? Is it the Dao technique Yang Ling mentioned?" Jin Tianyi remained deeply concerned about this.