Chapter 411: Alliance

When this pearl was activated, it unleashed a torrential wave of freezing cold.

Not only did it form a black Xuanming ice armor covering Qi Yin’s entire body, but the freezing wave swept outward, turning the nine black water phantom dragons into nine black ice phantom dragons.

Not only did the dragons’ bodies become utterly hardened, but they radiated a bone-chilling freezing power.

This pearl is the Xuanming Cold Wave Pearl, Qi Yin’s protective magic treasure, and one that complements the Nine You Water Dragon Flag perfectly.

The water dragons turned to ice dragons, not only one

Whether this man killed himself upon realizing his plan had failed, or whether it was the work of someone behind him, sent a shiver through Shen Yuanxi.

“You’ve forcibly suppressed your Foundation Establishment late-stage cultivation to the brink of Foundation Establishment—clearly, you’ve planned something extraordinary. I hope what you and I seek isn’t the same thing,” came the voice like a night raven.

Behind the colorful curtain, Han Muan held an oil-paper umbrella; having watched the battle all along, she finally acted—and struck at once with a divine artifact.

Yet to fully comprehend the space principle is nearly impossible—the difficulty is immense, comparable to cultivating into Dao. As for the time principle, it is even more ethereal; since ancient times, few have even touched its threshold, let alone entered that realm.

“My family has passed down some cultivation arts, and with my talent barely adequate, I’m preparing to join this year’s entrance competition among the sects,” Lin Tianxuan said, feigning nervousness.

Upon hearing this, all the commanders were stunned, their gazes flickering, their expressions turning grim.

“Boom!” On the right street, a carriage abandoned by its master shattered into pieces under the pressure of the sword intent.

Seeing Xiao Lingtian refuse to reveal his true strength, Yun Fan frowned in thought. The Great Nine Azure Light Scripture was profound and mysterious, shaking heaven and earth; just one move had shattered Leng Xuan’s equally heavenly-grade martial art. He believed most would unhesitatingly choose such a high-power martial art.

The old woman wanted to say something like that, but for some reason, she didn’t speak—it hurt her face.

On the west wall hung a large landscape painting, flanked by a pair of couplets, their brushstrokes flowing yet edged with sharpness. The words read: Smoke and clouds suit my nature; springs and rocks are my wild life.

Zhao Yun watched coldly as the ministers below whispered among themselves, observing how Zhao Xuan would respond to this situation.

“You, with the blood of a Qilin, won’t even endure a little cold?” Ye Changdao teased. Qilin blood is of fire.

“Older Brother San, rest for now!” Liu Long and Gao Hu said in unison, then turned and returned to their quarters.

Inside Mingcheng Linwan, every dinner time, Mo Nanting had servants prepare all kinds of ingredients and hot pot seasonings—and tonight marked the liveliest evening since they moved in.

When the Li family’s secret agents, having found nothing, returned to Zhongzhou Mountain with dusty faces, they never imagined that two Shi family spies were observing them from a dirt mound outside the official road.

For the first time, they felt their profession was truly admirable; although most people in the capital were soldiers, there were still many free warriors.

Suddenly, under the dim streetlamp, he spotted a pair of familiar figures—Ji Zenghui’s mother and sister.

“Who’s there!” Suddenly, the ruffian and Nianhua’s expressions changed; both shouted loudly and vanished in an instant, leaving the crowd stunned—but they reacted swiftly, drawing weapons and going on guard.

At the same moment, as Gu Yu vanished, a thief who had stealthily approached to hear better now revealed himself—Gu Yu was gone, and he activated his communicator.

She held her gun, removed the silencer, and fired at Shangguan Xue’er without blinking.

The auction fell silent; the painter Delais, standing in the front row and ready to raise his cup to bid, had his smile frozen in place.