Chapter 427: Heavenly Punishment

Flash! Flash! Flash! In the flickering sword shadows, the two had exchanged nearly a thousand strikes, yet the surroundings remained unchanged, revealing their mastery over their respective sword techniques.

Though Hou Tu had not obtained the method, she was overjoyed at the Dao Ancestor’s assurance and quickly bowed to express her thanks.

“I understand. It’s late—I must return to the mansion.” Gong Sun Qian said, waving her hand, and departed with her attendants.

Had she simply stayed still, he wouldn’t have entertained any wicked thoughts—but she made those movements, stirring in him a rare urge to play a prank.

Thus, Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing each supported one Chen Xuanzang, chanted the true incantation simultaneously, and Sun Wukong writhed in agony, his eyes bulging, rolling on the ground.

“Don’t wander off if there’s nothing urgent—ask Jun’er about chess. I only just learned Jun’er plays so well,” Ji Cangyu said.

It was said that even before entering the forbidden zone, he had already possessed extraordinary abilities; even the clan chief who entered with him felt inferior.

At that moment, the chaotic energy emanating from Hongyan Yan Ming collided with another surge of aura.

Thus, Cuihua and Qiujie felt less sorrowful and regretful; under Mu Jinxi’s guidance, they tidied up, removed the dead seedlings, noted which needed replanting, and would attend to them when the chance arose.

The cunning Nian He, standing nearby and preparing to assign blame, saw the scene and immediately dove into the Blood Sea, gathering all his clansmen within his palace and activating the great defense array, as if facing a dire enemy. Inside, Nian He cursed the Sect Master over and over again.

The first ring given to Lona could not only block mental Ganying but also amplify mental power, allowing control over one or multiple individuals to obey the wielder’s commands—the limitation being the wielder’s own mental strength; this intangible thing, Karla did not fully understand.

Perhaps blessed by heaven, Lin Shi Yu gave birth naturally without enduring much suffering.

Perhaps noticing my lingering gaze upon the solemn scene outside the window, Rong Zhen, the prince, cleared his throat and began speaking to me.

After Su Qing brought out several plates of meat slices from the kitchen, Lan Xiqing stared blankly into the steaming fog of the hot pot.

“I had just turned on another computer and checked the company’s data—all information remained intact.”

And Chen Lingling’s trigger point lies here—perhaps because her appearance is so deceptive, many refuse to believe she is strong.

Xia Mei never glanced at Yao Yi once throughout; she focused entirely on devouring the giant shrimp before her, grease smeared all over her mouth.

He Lian Fengqing was about to answer, but another wave of pain struck her chest—this time lasting longer, so intense she could not speak, and finally collapsed back onto the bed.

“She chased me all over the house—it was a real workout!” Wan Zhen chuckled to reassure Ye Qianqiu.

The likelihood of suicide increased sharply, but the motive had nothing to do with Jin Ding—perhaps this was exactly the outcome I needed. Yet, this alone was insufficient; more solid evidence was required.

With the protection of the Galewing Lion, the convoy advanced unimpeded, encountering no fatal dangers.

“Forget about Srotapanna or not—follow right behind Huiyu. The Three Peaks Altar is twenty li away; if we’re too slow…” As he spoke, Xingluo and Yu Huiying stepped out. Huiyu said nothing, summoned her qi, and sprinted ahead.

The Sichuan army retreated to the city and reported to Liu Zhang that Yan Yan had been captured. Liu Zhang turned pale, looked around at his ministers, and could not speak.

Old Lady Cen roared: “I’ll smash this cursed demon stele!” Swinging her coiled-dragon staff, she struck the stone tablet’s peak with a thunderous “Boom!”

Zhang Liao sighed faintly, saying nothing. Unlike Yan Liang, he had fewer reservations—he knew Lü Bu had his own burdens. Zhang Liao did not realize that everything between them had been observed by someone with intent. Lü Bu’s secret spies, established for safety, were everywhere.

Lin Chen summoned the juvenile Galewing Lion and pressed the [Relic] against its forehead, channeling soul energy according to the method of activating the [Spirit Pact].

In the arena, countless white rays gradually coalesced on Liu Zisang’s body into a massive white beast with horns! The beast suddenly opened its eyes, unleashing an ancient, primordial aura—its gaze carried supreme royal authority, forbidding anyone to meet it directly.

Liang Yali fled overnight with several trusted followers; by the time the police traced her, she was already in the United States.

Summoning would attract the [Nine Spirit Heaven] to cast down light—it’s too conspicuous. Let’s wait until later.

Feng Yuanwu’s killing intent surged—he shattered the barrier of the formation’s power and appeared beside Qin Ming, a beam of light materializing in his hand, aimed straight at Qin Ming’s heart.

“No problem. Just now I saw Master Li practicing his blade outside—I didn’t realize Master Li was from the martial world. Forgive my poor eyesight—I couldn’t tell which school or sect Master Li’s blade technique belongs to!” Guo Yongjun said in slightly archaic language.

No matter which actor heard this news, their emotions surely wouldn’t remain calm.

Seeing Wang Hai’s constipated expression, Cheng Shi Yuan finally burst into loud laughter.

“Hmph! You call my disciple a waste? Then your disciples, who can’t even defeat my disciple, are worse than waste!” Bai Xin sneered coldly.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Wang Junyuan could no longer contain himself; his eyes grew slightly misty, and the headmaster of Taiyue Academy—one of the world’s top experts—broke into tears.

“Forget it, don’t talk anymore. Say another word and someone will beat you up!” Xiao Ran’s words nearly made Li Cheng laugh—but turned Fu Gui’s face ashen, his fists clenched tightly.

“Mo Lin, what do you mean?” Dan Qingzi’s eyes brimmed with venom as he spoke grimly.

Ye Zhengfeng’s palm descended like a mountain range crashing from the heavens, striking directly onto Di Ao’s spear tip.

Seeing this, Yan Chili’s pupils contracted sharply; he roared aloud and summoned Golden Xuantian Flame, which took the form of a divine flame deity, stepping upon chaos to charge toward Chen Xiao.

With a desperate, agonized cry, Gao Yanming instinctively reached for his belt—but found only shards in his hand.

Just as his killing intent surged, he suddenly noticed the surroundings darken—wind howled, rain fell, and the entire world brimmed with deadly menace. He had a delusion: the motionless human before him was the sovereign of this universe.

Jin Ling’er, enraged beyond endurance, felt another rush of blood rise to her throat, nearly spitting it out—but she forcibly suppressed it.