Chapter 530: The Endless Abyss Beneath the Earth

After killing the Yellow Bone Fish, the Fat Grandson threw its corpse, along with the "Water Talisman" it carried, into another waterway—the one Grass Two had escaped through.

The Yellow Bone Fish's soul became their guide.

It was held in Xiao Yu's hand to point the way.

"Grass Two told Pu Shan our destination and bought us time?

Pu Shan clearly knew the direction—why wouldn't he find it easier to intercept us?" asked the Fat Grandson, puzzled.

"If you're sick, how can you avoid seeing a doctor? I'll go take a look…" Yan Su rose and walked step by step toward the servants' villa.

She glanced hesitantly at Cai Zhen; for some reason, Banxia always felt something had happened.

Knowing his life spanned only a few decades, Huangfu Ye suddenly felt urgency—everything he did felt urgent.

Qin Hao didn't believe it: if a Divine King died, there must be some trace—the Sword Divine King left behind a fragmented Great Dao Sword Realm and Divine King bones; the Ming King left behind the Ming Curse and the Ming Gate.

Qin Hao swept his robe, and a powerful divine force slammed into Yu Liují, lifting him off his feet and hurling him hard into the courtyard.

Wen Rao watched Ares revert to his earlier reckless, flippant self and couldn't help rolling his eyes—he preferred the Ares from a while ago.

When Xuan Yuan Ao spoke these words, he deliberately raised his voice, emphasizing the phrase "fox spirit" so loudly it sounded like he feared no one would hear.

"Don't you want to enjoy my services alone?" Shen Shiyue rejected her suggestion, pressed the bell, and an exclusive butler immediately brought various grilled skewers.

Huang Zongliang felt he kept trying to raise Lu Fan's image in his mind, but every time he did, the gap between that image and Lu Fan's true level seemed to grow even wider.

When everyone returned to the private room, Wu Nuandong, walking last, handed out scattered silver coins as a tip to the musician standing helplessly aside; the man immediately beamed and played another piece.

But his son, Hai Jianzhong, deeply resented it, harbored bitter hatred, and waited for an opportunity to rise again.

"You'll find the next ten-strong battles extremely difficult—you must keep fighting to claim this spot," Luo En said, lifting her up. She nodded, gazing toward the distance.

He stopped speaking there, but no one was foolish—they all understood his implied meaning.

Across more than ten zhang, Zhu Luo's two fingers turned into wind and rain, pinching Wang Po's strongest blade of his life.

Zhang Liang nodded, then ignored the kneeling Black Tiger and walked straight into the deep, dark Demon-Sealing Cave.

"Damn undead—how strong are they? I couldn't even block a single strike." She spat in disgust and stormed out of the inn.

"Big brother and sister-in-law left?" Lin Miaomiao sighed. They really ate and ran, treating my place like a restaurant.

Zhang Liang's lips curled with coldness; the other was the head of Changsheng Hall, a senior master—such conduct was truly chilling.

Jiang Wu, who had followed behind, quickly responded and ordered servants to prepare the finest tea to host these Immortal Masters.

Damn it—his power is so terrifying. If it were just me, it wouldn't matter; even if I couldn't assassinate him, I could at least escape safely. But if I want to rescue the Moon Goddess, things get complicated. And if I disturb him during the operation, I might get trapped here too.

Immediately, the man was blasted off the stage by the overwhelming pressure, forcing nearby spectators to scramble away, covering their mouths and noses to keep from vomiting.

This place truly was a wilderness—meaning he had arrived in Dongdu. He had once wanted to cross the Endless Sea to reach Dongdu; he never expected that this time he would arrive there directly.

"Then you absolutely cannot die. When I left, my master entrusted you to me. If I can't protect you, I'll have no face returning to my master."

He gave the order, and over a hundred fully armed Qin elite soldiers marched forward in perfect unison, like a black steel flood capable of crushing all, charging toward the ten men on the other side.

Matthew looked at Johnny Lee Miller and Tom Hardy, fell silent for now, but his gaze grew sharply piercing.

As the sun rose and set, spring passed and autumn came, the day of the Double Ninth Festival drew nearer. As the Wulin Assembly approached, Luoyang City gradually grew lively; martial artists from all corners of the land began appearing in Luoyang.

Matthew returned to the styling room, removed his gear with the help of an assistant stylist, changed back into his own clothes, wiped off the faint makeup on his face, and walked out directly.

Zhang Mingquan looked again at all four directions of the room, carefully studying the north and east sides, then nodded at Bai Xiaolang.

"The wind's picking up. It's warm inside—let's go back," Chai Shao tightened the fur-lined robe's sash and said to his wife.

Long Xuanxiao also sensed the abundant elemental power surrounding Luo Yutian—it was quite pleasant.

Chang also followed Jiang You to the mineral deposit site mined by the Jiang family. Called a "bed" because the mineral spread like a carpet, but its exact nature remained unclear. Zhang Ye had no deep knowledge of minerals.

After everyone sipped a few mouthfuls of tea, He Kejing entered from outside the office carrying a report.

"Yihang! Your father was my father's most important advisor; you've inherited his true teachings. Your father's murder is hateful; now, what's your view on the current situation?" Prince Zhao Ji asked Zhou Yihang.

Aside from her bright, clear, bottomless eyes, no matter how hard Liu Qingqing strained to recall, everything else seemed blocked by a veil of mist.

"What's to be reminded of?" Lu Yun looked puzzled at Jiu Qianshu, sniffing the stench of alcohol wafting from him—he must've drunk too much and was spouting nonsense in front of everyone. But he noticed everyone else's expressions were grim.

Master, you devoted immense effort to teaching Liu Jiangtao and the others, willingly gave up vast sums of silver to transform Guan Ruolin into a Dao cultivator, and even specially revealed to me the divine form of Lingmiao Guang Datian Zun.

Not long after, the government office officials came to the Bai residence; their leader was Du Zhong, a Rexin man. Bai Suzhen wanted Xu Xian to give up hope, so she directly invited Du Zhong out shopping under the pretext of gratitude.

As the most expensive and famous restaurant in northern city, Linhai Restaurant requires a minimum spend of at least five thousand silver taels even for a medium-sized private room.

But today, Liu E was truly heartbroken; no matter what others said to her, she acted as if she hadn't heard, sobbing and scolding to herself.