Chapter 474

Xuantian Pavilion.

Shan Ran and the other five Xuantian Pavilion purple-robed Elders gathered together.

Qing Xu and Xiao Lan were not among them.

“Last time, at the Nine Dragon River battle, Sister Xiao personally extended a warm invitation to Master Zuo Dongge and his disciples to visit Xuantian Pavilion, but Xia Daoming made endless excuses and refused outright.”

“Yet now he comes uninvited—surely he fears Ye Lao Mo has broken his seclusion and intends to sacrifice Qingyuan Gate to the Blood Demon Blade, hoping to lure Xuantian Pavilion into aiding him.” Qu Shang sneered.

“Don’t mention Qing Xu—”

Xu Dama let out two dry laughs, dropped the rolling pin, and as a series of bone-cracking “cracks” echoed, she slowly straightened her hunched back.

After the first item, the audience perked up, hoping to find something valuable. Ji Lingsheng merely watched silently, showing no intention to bid—as if waiting for something. Only then did Shang Zheng realize: this bastard was here to undermine the Crown Prince’s prestige.

Professor Zhang taught himself partly because he recognized his own talent and felt affection for it, but also because he wished his knowledge to find a successor who would surpass him and achieve even greater heights.

Just as Flandre prepared for the next attack from the powered exoskeleton, the "noise" suddenly ceased after continuing for a while.

As if determined to voice all her doubts at once, Zela’s voice was unnervingly calm.

Now consider this: perhaps not every soul is entitled to reincarnation. Many, upon death, if unable to reincarnate or transform into a vengeful ghost, cannot endure—they gradually dissipate, their spirits scattering into nothingness, becoming mere yin energy, vanishing without a trace.

The young rider outside organized the entire horse caravan; though the drivers and servants disliked traveling in the snow, the employer’s payment was generous enough to make the bitter cold bearable. Opportunities to earn were rare—how could they afford to miss this one?

“Yes, yes, we should send Yun Feng back!” But no one knew where Yun Feng lived.

Though shouting insults, he strained every effort to deflect his sword light slightly aside, so it passed barely grazing Jun Yan’s side.

Qin Hu was past his prime, a father now, and could not continue his cruel taunts without shame—he was no longer a young, dashing lad, even if his earlier actions had seemed immature.

The entire process lasted only twenty seconds; nearly a thousand fighter jets were destroyed, reduced to dust without exception.

Her forelegs knelt on the ground as her massive head pounded against the earth, large tears falling heavily onto the ground.

After all, this was a genuine money pit, located in the capital—spending tens of thousands in a single night was perfectly normal.

Speculation aside, Qianzhen Daoist still wanted to hear the truth from Ye Qiu’s own mouth. The thought of Ye Qiu, under thirty, having destroyed three ancient clans, made him wonder: what height had his martial cultivation reached?

While making the call, she idly refreshed the webpage—and froze in shock. She didn’t even notice the “hello?” echoing from the phone.

“You’ve trapped me here—this can’t be that simple,” Chu Tian teased. Xiao Shan grew furious, while Shuang Long cowered behind the elder—after all, he was severely wounded and dared not provoke further.

At that moment, the assembled beings gazing at Zi Han could not help but feel a measure of wariness; their eyes lingered, and Feng Die’s expression remained heavy, her gravity unrelenting.

A few bold drivers rushed out, using their car doors or sticking out their feet to trip the assailants, then beating them soundly.

Du Gu Baitian spread his arms, vanished in a flash, and reappeared beside the Blood Slave, landing on his shoulder. He grabbed and tore—his entire arm was ripped off.

Hardship