Chapter 93: Unrivaled Qi Destiny, Catastrophe Descends

The third trial, deep night.

Dou Changsheng had pondered for a full day, waiting for the arrival of the Captains of Changshui and Huwei, yet still had not devised a way to break through.

Reinforcements from Dongqi arrived one after another; even with Tang Qingyan holding them back, many powerful figures still came.

The number of Divine Art Masters had already exceeded five, and it continued to grow; later, Pure Yin and Pure Yang Masters would surely arrive, so to break through, it must be done tomorrow.

Every delay

Su Qingge and Luo Qinghan cleared the way; all who received the order rushed from the gate in all directions, preparing to face their respective enemies.

After returning from Zhengyang to Jiangcheng, Shen Yang rested at home for one night, then unusually slept in until around ten o’clock before heading to Yangyang Sports City.

Upon saying this, Wang Jinghong cast a deep glance at Wang Jinghai, then his figure flickered and vanished from where he stood.

The last image in her memory seemed to be three transcendent beings turning on each other, then fighting fiercely in Tianyun City; after that, she could recall nothing at all.

“No need for such formality—it is yours by right.” The sect master nodded, a faint smile breaking through his indifferent expression.

The room was unlit; the night outside poured in through the window. To them, this dim light meant nothing. Such darkness, instead, stirred deeper thoughts.

Lu Ling suddenly stopped, turned back, and looked at An Ruo with a wry smile. “You don’t know my name?” He slightly narrowed his eyes, a look of confusion crossing his face, then swiftly closed the distance to her.

This mission was taken by Mingyue, and thus should be completed by her. But now, having abandoned her post, she must have brought some news.

Bai Yaochu seemed struck by lightning, staring fixedly at Xu Liyin, his lips moving, yet no sound emerged.

Yun Yi did not bother with formalities; his figure flickered and vanished before their eyes. Zhan Zhao widened his eyes in astonishment—such superb lightness skill! He doubted he could match it even after ten more years of training, and could not help but praise it sincerely.

Han Yu was injured and began transforming first. Shyprus had intended to take Shasha into battle, but after hearing Long Fei’s words, he fell silent. Indeed, ordinary humans here would die. He had no wish to kill, so… better to remain silent.

The man shed his wedding robe, flicked his fingers, and cast it to the ground, then mounted his horse and galloped away.

Yue Yi continued packing on the other side; this trip would last a week, and much preparation was still needed.

After a while, his exposed skin felt the current of water moving; two figures in diving suits, oxygen masks over their faces, walked past, their mouths opening and closing as if speaking, yet no sound reached them. They passed by without noticing the hidden figure.

This time, they focused too much on each other. Hong Zhenying had been intent on restraining Hong Xingyuan; frankly, by the time she realized the threat from these lone cultivators, it was already too late.

“All of you are tonight’s honored guests. Today is the Lantern Festival, and I have invited you to my home for this family banquet—thank you for coming.”

Lin Youran glanced at Lin Chengyue; she had long harbored doubts and wanted Lin Chengyue to confess the truth.

“I’m sorry, Doctor Strange. Though the Illuminati has disbanded, I still used this communicator to reach you—and I’m grateful you didn’t rush out like other heroes to fight that Pharaoh right away, or I wouldn’t be able to contact you now,” Reed said through the communicator.

“It’s fine…” Jian Quan suppressed his inner longing. For now, getting to the bottom of this was still impossible; only when he met his master would he have a chance to understand. For now, it was better not to let others know what he was thinking.