Chapter 437: Another Branch

“Master!”

“Elder Luo!”

The people in the hall also knelt down one after another.

“When your father left, I was right beside him. As he passed, he watched with his own eyes as his enemy Sang Sheng was slain by me, and I promised him I would help you achieve Core Formation, so he departed in peace.”

“Later, in Beizhenhai, I personally killed Ma spirit stone, the mastermind behind your father’s murder—technically, I’ve truly avenged your father. Now you’ve become a Golden Core cultivator.”

“Fortunately, though the primordial Dao injury is severe, as long as Qin Chuan doesn’t unleash excessively overwhelming power—like this time when he overstimulated his three innate divine abilities—if it happens again, who knows what might occur, perhaps even total ruin.”

As the flames merged into one continuous blaze, behind the beast army, Ikalong Jue opened his eyes, emerged dragging his massive tail, and looked up at the night sky streaked with arrows; his eyes were like still pools, deep and profound.

Although the typhoon wasn’t a super typhoon, Huang Ruru wanted to get home first, so she braved the rain and rode her electric scooter back from work.

"Zhou's talent is a rarity that comes once in a millennium—you're even younger than the legendary Wu Shen Kong Jie was when he entered the Heavenly Gang. I believe entering the Celestial Human realm is no longer difficult for you, merely a matter of time; whether you can reach the other shore... depends on fate." Master Jizang suddenly sounded like a mystic.

The destination was a glass house, inside which still stood large plants, but surrounded entirely by glass, as if protecting something within.

After speaking, the black-robed cultivator dissolved into a black wind and departed, leaving Hua Tian and the others staring at each other in silence. Hua Tian never learned the man’s identity.

Although he had elevated his soul force to an unimaginable level using the Huangquan Essence Fish, the Dao of Heaven is sentient and will not permit him to exceed its boundaries; if he cannot conceal his soul’s aura, an unstoppable heavenly tribulation will surely descend.

Those young supreme beings from the higher realms are rivals to Jian Guyun—their foundations are deep, their strength immense, no need to elaborate—but these are matters for Qin Chuan and his group to handle, unrelated to others.

Her long hair was soaked, clinging to her chest and back, her face glistening with dew, her eyes ethereal, exuding the fresh purity of a lotus emerging from water; add to that her upright, full bosom, and she gained an allure capable of bewitching all beings.

You Yu looked at the group on the stage, her gaze sweeping over Su Ha and the others, then burst into helpless tears. She lowered her head and ran out of the square.

Su Qianxue and Zhuo Yun strode into the grand hall, when suddenly he saw two familiar figures seated on the main dais.

“No… impossible!” The dog demon widened his eyes, unable to believe this ant could sever both his arms with a single slash.

After speaking, Li Dongxuan’s entire body transformed into sword qi, condensing into a single sword over ten meters tall, rising from him with a sword momentum piercing the heavens.

Then he walked toward the bed—it was large, the room’s decor distinctly suggestive—and he shed his outer garments, squeezing in.

It was a pile of colorful giant spiders, stacked together totaling four or five, green fluid spilling across the floor. The stone walls were riddled with cuts and axe marks, and several spider limbs remained embedded.

He could only prepare to unleash his power and fly back to Hope City; though he was sixth-rank and could hover, his speed was certainly far inferior to that of the giant eagles.

“A guest? Someone who lives at my house, idles away his time, and only eats?” Old Xue, based on his own understanding, delivered a razor-sharp assessment.

Ji Yaohua had served the An family for years and never knew the true strength of this great elder—now seeing it, she was stunned.

Nan Changfeng stood with his hands behind his back; a petal floated over, he reached out and caught it—the petal vanished, revealing a slip of paper.

The speaker was none other than his brother Sheng Jing; beside him, the second son Sheng Feng stood stiffly, silent.