Chapter 612: New Year

Leaving the Dragon Pool, Liu Xiaolou asked: “What exactly happened?”

Dongfang Yuying, seeing no one around, replied: “The Dragon Pool and Bi Hua Zhuang have clashed.”

“Bi Hua Zhuang?”

“Yes, a vassal sect of Emei. Old Long simply has no energy left to watch over us.”

“Aren’t we going to help?”

“With our status, how can we help? If we intervene, it’s Qingyu Sect acting—and even representing all the families of Jingxiang. We never said we wanted to break with Emei.”

Emperor Jianyuan squinted as Zhou Muran massaged his shoulders, unmoved by the Fourth Prince’s pleadings.

She summoned Han Guang with a thought, striking straight out without concealment; the crimson light sliced through countless needles, tore through spiritual energy with a howl, and made the arena’s array hum violently with sword intent.

Cheng Yu exploited Xu Wenwen’s urgency to find the killer, playing this move—cruel, yet effective.

He had always known, but never truly faced it, so he kept delaying. Yet now it seemed the time had come when he could no longer avoid it.

What, then, did this blessing of the Fire Dao mean? Would he receive blessings of other Dao arts in the future?

At Fang Ze Tan, chaos had erupted; Geng Jingzhong found his old rival, the Ghost Prince. The two met without a word and immediately clashed with blade and axe. Their hatred could not be explained in a few sentences—only blood on the blade could settle it.

This was why Bai Wuchen suddenly confessed today. Though he had always acted as if he deeply loved Xun Qiandu, he had never formally confessed. Bai Wuchen did not wish to leave with regret, so before departing, he would properly and formally confess to Qiandu—regardless of whether she accepted.

Geng Jingzhong secretly activated Han Sui Gong, slowly extending his left palm; when it neared Tian Hun’s chest by a foot, he suddenly unleashed power, striking Tian Hun’s right chest. A series of cracking sounds echoed—the sound of ribs shattering.

On the far bank of the Chang River, in this boundless darkness beyond all laws, infinite Zixuan continued merging. They saw the stagnation of the River of Time, yet remained utterly calm.

Bai Ling had also thought of this; she had considered going deep into Beishan herself to seek aid, but her status was low and her abilities unremarkable—she could barely persuade those stubborn elders.

Na Ba thrust his sword finger sharply upward; a massive current erupted from beneath him, shattering the earth.

“We came for the Dragon Pearl. Hand it over willingly, and I’ll leave you a whole corpse!” Na Ba snarled, his face twisted—with the Dragon Pearl, his arm could be restored.

“It’s not like that. We from Muye came here because we discovered a ninja named An Lushan who may act against the ninja world,” Zhang Ye explained.

Hundreds of ninja still recovering had no ability to resist; even a single lower-rank ninja could kill them easily.

A bird’s cry came from behind Orochimaru; he swiftly dodged aside. Though he reacted in time, his sleeve was still sliced open by the blade.

As long as this apocalypse endures, sacrifice will never cease. All knew this, all felt the pain of parting—and because of this, they all chose to join the Human Alliance, solely to bring this apocalypse to an end.

Then, the Supreme Elders dispersed, and the onlooker disciples each retreated to their caves, never mentioning the matter again.

Nangong Bo finally drew a magical spear; his lance technique erupted in rapid succession, his aura surging to its peak, as if a dam swollen with water had suddenly burst, unleashing a tidal wave.

Ao Bing sighed beside him: “That donkey’s knack for causing trouble has truly surpassed his master—far stronger than Luo Fang ever was.”