Chapter 412: Shockwaves Across All Sides

The island of Fangzhang trembled.

The earth shook continuously, grass, trees, sand, and stones flying through the air.

The force of the impact was strong enough to annihilate all things; had this occurred on Baidao, it would have shattered any island into fragments and sunk it into the sea—but Fangzhang Immortal Island was an exception, one of the rare places in the world capable of withstanding a battle between Celestial and Mortal.

Although the power of the Celestial-Mortal clash was formidable, compared to other regions of heaven and earth, it had diminished greatly.

The Stone Emperor was thrown back.

Although he showed no great surprise, when Qingxiao had just finished speaking, the Lone Sword Sage’s body could not help but tremble slightly—he was merely composed.

Yet this pure white hand, not long ago, had used only one move to effortlessly subdue a demonic cultivator at the peak of the Emperor Realm, then drained his entire cultivation base, reducing him to ash and erasing him from all future rebirths.

But the golden dragon strained violently, whipping its tail with full force—“Boom!”—shattering the bonds holding it, then charging again toward Xue Jingzhong.

“But Your Highness, do not forget—the State Preceptor went along too. In the entire Yanzhao Immortal Kingdom, there are no more than five warriors who can match the State Preceptor!” someone reminded.

Since being blasted out of the light by the white-robed man, it had already sensed the arrival of the Shu Mountain disciples; now, its roar seemed to reveal its true nature—and perhaps its cultivation level.

Gu Xin remained as she always was, walking without restraint, vanishing from her sight in moments.

She stood in the courtyard, conjuring a sword, practicing over and over the sword manual given to her by Mo Wuxi.

Tianxing clasped his hands behind his back, silently attuning to the unique stillness of the starry sky; with a wave of his hand, he drew forth a jade flute and pressed it to his lips. A gentle, melodious, tranquil melody slowly rose—he sank into his own serene inner state.

Yun Shitian watched Luo Yu drifting off, ate his food without reaction, completely ignoring the pressure of Hai Mofeng’s gaze.

“Very well! Then let me test your Northern Ming ’s Ten Absolute Arrows!” Ming E said, drawing both swords at once and striking toward Ming Di. The long sword rose in a light, agile motion, like drifting clouds; the short sword flipped and stabbed backward, feigning retreat while concealing lethal intent.

After hearing He Feng’s final words, Griffin finally nodded and said, “Thank you,” then sat back down.

The arrow shot through the air, sending ripples of cold energy, hurtling at lightning speed toward Huangfu Nanlian.

Political security officers handle covert operations; he can assist, and he has received training.

Muttering thus, Xu Yu closed his eyes. A surge of magical energy passed; when the fluctuation subsided, he opened his eyes—and saw a face filled with shock.

Su Liu suppressed his internal true force and primordial Gang , silently sensing. His battle with the Primordial Spirit had left severe injuries around his shoulders; his left arm was nearly crippled. Now, stirred by the dragon vein’s aura, the wound transformed miraculously—flesh and blood as tender and luminous as a newborn’s began to grow.

Xiao Yang, as he had stated in his interviews, chose an extremely obscure subject, stepping into the territory of orthodox crime films—a genre nearly blank in mainland China.

As a Chinese filmmaker, this was the very reason Xiao Yang stubbornly pursued this path. Thus, every time he stood on this land, he remembered himself not as Xiao Yang, but as a Chinese filmmaker.

Unless it continues to depreciate, or investors can hedge and offset the exchange rate losses at a suitable price.

Time passed. One minute later, the silver-white blade suddenly shifted, turning pale yellow.

“I hope the Empire and Germany remain allies. Therefore, I oppose the Empire’s military actions on the Arabian Peninsula—but I am of little influence,” Kemal sighed.