Chapter 415: The Power of Unrivaled Qi Yun

Shan Zhi’s gaze followed Du En’s pointing and saw an old woman, around sixty, enter; her sagging face was heavily made up, dressed in a black-and-white striped lolita outfit with white stockings. Sensing Shan Zhi’s stare, she grinned at them, revealing yellow teeth unwashed for a decade.

During the peak of the Immortal Court, the Four Directional Heavenly Emperors once guarded the four corners, and no ancient clans or factions dared to defy them. But after the Heavenly Emperor’s disappearance and the Court’s collapse, the Martial Dao Grand World descended into chaos.

“Better not,” said Tian Peng Yuan Shuai to Tan Chen, showing no desire to fight. “Can’t I just apologize?”

Mounted on the Dongfeng Mengshi’s chassis was a vehicle-mounted Vulcan cannon and an 110-decibel high-decibel loudspeaker.

The virtual merged with reality, beginning to assimilate; the virtual world traversed the real world, and revenge was merely the first step.

Modrich Karl did not object; he had grown up in the Kingdom of Snow and understood how dramatically seasons shifted in this far-north land. He had noticed the signs—the wind had grown distinctly colder, its direction changed, now mostly blowing from the northwest, from the icy waters of the Moving Ice Sea.

I rarely pray. I prefer to communicate with the deity I believe in through my daily actions and sincere emotions. I need not embellish what has happened or chant repeatedly to prove my devotion. If Mei Li Kai is with me, she knows the truth—she knows how I act and how I feel.

Thus, all meridians surged open; true qi flowed through the twelve mysterious passageways, reaching Yongquan, then circled the entire body via the eight extraordinary vessels, completing the Great Heavenly Cycle. Bones and muscles crackled like muffled thunder, unceasingly.

After the ground shattered, in an instant, flames and thunderfire surged upward from below, their explosions dense as beads strung together, bursting forth hundreds of zhang high to meet the flames above, merging the Two-Aspect True Fire into one, greatly amplifying its power, forming a fire array meant to encircle and burn Han Cheng at its center.

Jiang Nuan stared up at that demonic, flower-like face, mouth agape, utterly speechless; a wave of helplessness rose within her, and though thousands of words filled her belly, none could escape.

“Let me feed you!” Even such tender words came out with an air of absolute dominance; she smiled silently and nodded.

“Are you done? I’m already doing everything I can to please you—what more do you want?” Being with a man like this made even arguments feel powerless.

Jing Yuan Yin shook his head, shaking off all those chaotic thoughts. He could not afford to lose focus—he must summon every ounce of attention to resist the demonic bone’s backlash, absolutely ensuring this head remained his own.

She parted his snow-white teeth, her kiss—mingled with tears—fell into his mouth, teasing his tongue.

“No, she said nothing. I just saw she was in a hurry, I...” Realizing what he had said, Huangfu Fei clapped a hand over her mouth, yet a flash of sharpness glinted in her corner of the eye.

“Ma Long! Is it really you?!” No sooner had the words left her lips than, like a phantom, Yao Yao instantly teleported before Ma Long, leaping forward and throwing herself into his arms.

Observing the strange reactions of those around him and the Blue Star Princess’s words, Ma Long sensed something odd. He realized the rift between Earth and Blue Star had been noticed, and Earth’s hidden ambitions had not escaped the clever Blue Star Princess’s calculations.

“Hmph! You’ll find out how strong I am—try it yourself! Split Heaven Style!” With a roar, the Mo Hun Sword blazed with seven-colored divine light; a colossal rainbow arced across the void, sweeping toward Guangcheng in an instant, radiating an unfathomably terrifying “wave” of energy.

If Luo Qiang could exceed expectations, he could reignite their fighting spirit; otherwise, the old-timer’s first lesson might crush the top class’s momentum right away.

In the end, Tang Sanzang, Sun Wukong, and Sha Wujing were elevated to Great Official Realms; Zhu Neng and the White Dragon Horse received the “Official Realm.”

Upon hearing this, the mere celestial-level Fire Monkey could only serve as a guide, leading the three demons toward the Flame Spirit Fruit Tree.

Below, a buzz of excitement erupted: the winner not only secured lifelong employment but also entered a profession far from ordinary.

He muttered inwardly: Li Mo was a lecher—how could he possibly refuse? He’d probably launch himself at her outright.

Such an astronomical investment amount—let alone a company like Xuan He Jun Li, still not among the top tier of Great Xia—would make even the current internet giants, if faced with such a flood of capital, unable to remain unmoved.

The guests began to move; Ye Ji looked up and saw no chaos, then counted the number of people.

Since Ye Ji’s anti-illusion necklace could not be used, he could not determine whether he was trapped in an illusion. His modest illusion resistance, granted by his official position, was now useless, and the power level of this mission was high enough that falling into an illusion was not uncommon.

But no matter what, Ye Ji would never let them proceed smoothly on the third floor. So he stomped heavily a few times on the staircase, ensuring those upstairs would definitely hear.

What purpose did it serve to keep someone nearby who might betray you at any moment? He was not the type who enjoyed scheming—others might exploit such treacherous enforcers, but he could not do it.

Now, looking back in confusion and disorder, he realized both waters possessed unimaginable, extraordinary buoyancy, and both were flanked by mountains too lofty to scale.

As for a cultivator of this realm, Zhen Zhen could easily handle him—her strength was even greater, and she had nothing to fear.