Chapter 439: The God-Slaying Arrow Is Too Real! (Requesting Monthly Tickets!)

The northern-bound group grew larger.

But the man carrying the great banner had not changed—he remained an elderly man with white hair.

There was no case of Su Minggan carrying the banner; if he had, it would have been far too obvious, given his identity and strength.

With the addition of an outsider, the Demon Master became quieter, appearing no different from an ordinary old servant.

Looking up at the sky, Dou Changsheng halted the northern journey and

Including the rule that only those with a Five Elements body could become sect master; during the first two generations, everyone followed this rule. In those years, the reestablished Five Elements Sect could not find a Five Elements body, and even if they did, they had no cultivation scripture—so they could never gain the people’s trust, and thus had no sect master.

This underground hall, nearly impervious to every weapon except a nuclear bomb, crumbled like paper under the sudden surge of power, utterly destroyed.

She had to find out why, after being gone for several days, Lin Feng had grown so cold toward her.

Yang Hua signaled his brothers to be cautious, for everyone on Old Street was a formidable figure; the brothers nodded and walked inside.

The meeting was the first time the Standing Committee members had experienced such a format; Sun Huayang had abandoned the usual routine, instead holding a casual forum and tea gathering for his first close interaction with them.

That morning, they had agreed to go to Princess Antai’s mansion for one final rehearsal of the coming-of-age ceremony, but Bai Fuling had gone to bed early the night before and woke to a shock.

“Stop being polite, hurry up—the sky’s going to darken!” Li Dong urged impatiently.

“Look how well the two children are doing now—if this could last, I’d finally feel at ease,” Sheng Yuanhang said with a satisfied smile to his wife beside him.

Just as he was about to pull his hand away from Shen Huimin’s neck, he noticed a red cord around her neck—it reminded him of Lü Qiushi. He yanked the cord sharply, snapping it, and was about to throw it on the ground when he froze.

In one room on the first floor of the villa, all lights were off; the room was pitch black, save for a pair of glowing green eyes that stood out sharply.

After Li Ma left, Su Lili lay on her bed, thinking calmly, staring blankly at her phone, then suddenly noticed something—her eyes lit up… Why was the time so far ahead? Had she been unconscious for many days?

The water stain spread rapidly; within less than two seconds, the bottom of Fan Liufan’s pants was soaked through.

Bai Chun thought: Who the hell is calling me this late? Trying to start a fight? Could it be Bai Lan playing a prank?

“Hardly?” Xin Ying blinked at Ye Xun, clearly not understanding what he meant.

“The terrain for this campaign is mostly mountainous and forested, unsuitable for spears. I recommend replacing them with short spears and adding spear-throwers,” Liu Ming said.

Ying Lan stared at him blankly; the light behind her grew stronger, her slender shadow stretching forward from her feet to reach Gu Wangchuan’s.

Facing the combined assault of the three, Di Changkong showed not a trace of fear—his eyes blazed with boundless battle intent.

Ye Xun also disliked this version of himself; logically, he should have ordered her not to think of any man but him. He didn’t know why, but those words felt impossible to say.

Ma Qian, seeing his scheme exposed, sprinted out of the bathhouse and raced to Dongcheng, commanding soldiers on the city walls to fire into the city.

If it were discovered that Xiao Shisan was Xin Ying, then Xin Ying would be utterly ruined—no river could wash away the stain.

At that moment, the shadow of lilac, aided by darkness, seeped into his heart; a sorrow with a black core and purple edges knocked at his conscience. Darkness rushed in, seized his desire, and shattered it within the faint fragrance of lilac.