Chapter 583

"Chief, are you going in?" Xi'er exclaimed in alarm upon hearing Chen Wu say that, quickly urging him to stop.

The Source of Evil grew serious: "So from the very beginning, our lives and deaths have depended on Yi Que; only by killing the spirit of the vessel and exiting the Yi Que Mirror can we truly become human."

Su'er nodded, gave a signal, and led three thousand men toward the eastern city, where about a kilometer away stood a hill. The British had built a fortress here as a crucial base for ruling Nepal; originally, five thousand British troops were stationed within, but two thousand had been dispatched to reinforce Tibet.

Is the evidence conclusive? the old man asked. Though he had the right to kill within the Xianyun Sect, he still needed sufficient proof.

Team Two had Wen Liang inside; once he entered, Wen Liang deployed a shield, then didn't attack anyone—just set fire all over the arena—and won. As he passed Chu Zhiqiu, he gave him a look of contempt.

Luo Dajin released me. I pulled my right hand free and found the entire arm had turned completely red, like a glowing iron brand; my fingers trembled uncontrollably, and worse, my whole body spasmed uncontrollably. I lay on the floor like a shrimp, unable to speak, even unable to cry out.

Chu Zhiqiu glanced around; wherever there were crowds, there was always divine light. "Follow me!" He grabbed Shen Caishen and soared into the air, flying toward a hilltop. It was the most crowded spot, with guards watching the surroundings intently.

Chen Ye, Xiao Feng, Maque'er, Linglong, and Huaxue also followed. The five stood behind me. After prolonged battle, our six stood together beside the Black Flower Ghost Mother, all united in staring at her.

The Paper Puppet Spirit is my puppet spirit, bound to my life and death; if I die, she will dissipate into nothingness.

Just then, the heavens cracked and the earth shattered, accompanied by countless agonized wails.

Seeing them naked, their bodies covered in pixelation, I felt a deep, rising irritation.

Right now, he and Bai Xi aren't even married, let alone in love—but this girl already checks up on her fiancé so frequently; what will happen after they marry?

At this moment, Yang Yan's health was down to less than fifteen percent—he could withstand at most one more shot.

Now Jiugong Xie has reached the Out-of-Body Initial Stage and is said to possess the power to poison a Body Integration cultivator. But since entering the Out-of-Body Stage, Jiugong Xie hasn't fought yet, so it's uncertain.

But Sherlock Lord just vanished right in front of the top student; it's clearly impossible to command the top student now.

Only at noon did Zizhu and Momo wake up. After they awoke, the others gradually stirred as well.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't. Go out. Meir has prepared your alchemy chamber for you—she'll take you there." Liu Ningyan clearly didn't want to answer this question.

But this thought had barely surfaced when Sun Bing rejected it: if it were a battle at equal levels, splitting up to flee might save most people—but things are different now.

History seems to have recorded much about this man; through Hua's memories, a legend faintly emerged: ten thousand years ago, a lone cultivator became a Saint—Yang Yu—though he eventually vanished without a trace.

"No need—I'll go back myself!" I waved my hand and hurried forward. After two steps, I saw a figure standing across the road—it was Zhang Youze.

"Alright~ I'll find you if I need you," Officer Li closed his notebook; he'd gotten nothing useful from Liu Yang.

"Roar—!!" The sudden attack made the ugly monster even angrier. She threw back her head and let out a furious roar, then flapped her wings violently and charged toward the newly arrived battlefield target.

The four attendants knew Wu Song was the County Magistrate's favorite and that he was fierce and bold—how could they disobey? Seeing his gesture, they sprinted out of the courtyard like the wind. The County Magistrate stared blankly at Wu Song, who pointed toward the room, signaling him to listen to the sounds inside before entering.

Facing Zhang Youze, though I suppressed my inner rage to the extreme, I couldn't shout at him like I had at Xia Haoyu—I could only stand stubbornly in the wind, waiting for him to arrive.

And when the God of Light proclaimed victory twice, the entire world believed Shenglong City had vanished and would never exist again.

Under Liu Yang's urging, the Third Canteen Manager downed a full cup of baijiu. Thus ended the first round of drinking. Each of the four canteen managers had drunk one cup—four taels of baijiu total—while Liu Yang drank three cups: one jin and two taels of baijiu.

"You're so cunning—haven't you thought? If there are no other traces there, did he just sleep there the whole time?" One-Eyed Dragon kept expending his mental energy, but suddenly noticed his superior hadn't explained anything—he stopped his actions.

"Teacher Qiu jumped from the building," Nie Xing told Nie Wei everything: about Teacher Qiu's suicide and their encounter with Liu An at the hospital.

Wu Zixu, returning to his quarters, wore a cold expression, continuously analyzing the current situation—but remained utterly clueless.

"It seems the appearance of beings possessing both Xuan Beast and Void Beast traits isn't accidental—it's another trial from the Mingwang Ruins," Li Xuan said slowly.

Zhang Liang understood the implication and could only sigh helplessly and nod.

The dagger sliced gently downward, cutting open the man's chest, and a still-trembling, warm heart was completely removed.

Deep night, nearing dawn. Lie Qing and Long Shupuyu finished eating, wiped their mouths, and slipped away. Bai Ce lay on a chair in the courtyard, comfortably snoring, the breeze brushing over him.

Wang Yuan stood stunned. He had personally felt the Mongol soldier's strength—he'd even ranked him as a major boss—yet this guy hadn't survived a single blow from Zhang Sanfeng.

Cheng Zijin hid in the corner, pulled her hood over her head, and whispered quietly to Zhang Jianwei.