Chapter 267: Fighting Isn

Clank—clank—

“Woo-woo-woo!”

The man dragged beneath the Chains of Judgment groaned faintly in pain.

But so many chains enveloped him that only his eyes were visible, his mouth completely sealed shut.

Thus, what should have been a scream became a muffled whimper rising from deep in his throat.

As for why he groaned in pain—

It was naturally because the chains had no physical form.

“It’s wonderful to see you still active. Come to think of it, after that battle, I truly feared you’d vanish forever—if you had, I would’ve… uh…” Xi Magnan suddenly clapped a hand over his mouth.

According to Bei Qun’s memories, the Bow Gate Sacred Seal could only be properly cast by beings above the Giant Qing realm. Those below the Giant Qing realm who forcibly used it could briefly unleash immense combat power, but the duration was extremely limited.

The monkey let out a wild, unrestrained laugh, filled with a sense of liberation; the thing he had resented most was being tricked by the Buddha and crushed beneath the Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years.

“Not bad—this is the Immortal Realm beyond the Nine Heavens. Who are you, immortal, to dare breach the Southern Heavenly Gate?” A golden-armored heavenly general, wielding a steel club, glared with fierce eyes, imposing and majestic.

Inside the temple, the central hall was not the Mahavira Hall dedicated to the Buddha, but the Guanyin Hall flanked by the Four Heavenly Kings. Pushing open the door, he saw a row of coffins—dark and terrifying.

At this moment, a smile lingered on his lips, his eyes fixed on himself, deep and serene as distant stars.

At first, he merely provided design blueprints for certain equipment as a need. Later, during the work process, Pingtian Machinery cooperated with this side’s efforts, and he reciprocated by assisting them in turn.

Before anyone could react, a thunderous true-origin explosion rang out across the arena, followed by shockwaves that blasted outward, forcing nearby cultivators to stagger back several steps; when they finally steadied themselves, their faces were as pale as paper.

At this point, Zhang Xu could only comfort Zhang Jingchu with such words—and wasn’t he, in truth, comforting himself as well?

Everything stemmed from greed, just as Cheng Ying said: the evil shaman lured the Lu family here, then cast witchcraft upstream, waiting for them to slaughter each other before harvesting their souls. But he hadn’t accounted for one thing—the Lu family patriarch acted first.

It was clear Huang Yanfeng was truly angry; he casually grabbed another porcelain vase and smashed it to pieces—as if only destroying things could soothe his rage.

Once this relationship was understood, major sects like the Seven Sects no longer placed much importance on the number of their allotted slots.

Wu Rendao indeed had his methods; to prevent traitors or spies from infiltrating, he made thorough preparations and arrangements.

Ten minutes later, I sat at the boarding gate, feeling a bit annoyed—why was Zhao Qin so hard to raise?

The sky itself seemed ready to shatter, shaken by battle qi; the four directions trembled violently, and the earth threatened to sink.

In an instant, Cong Yi’s Xuanjing Tianchi shattered into powder—but immediately, it reformed into something petal-like.

“If you’re all so confident, then why even need a commander? Just save whoever you can, each on your own merit,” he stated his view.

The homeroom teacher looked at me, squinting his fox-like eyes: “If you can win first place in all five events, I’ll treat you to dinner—out of my own pocket.”

As for the other men who had taken the test, they began muttering—some complaining, others envious… all sorts of emotions.

Only those with opportunity, decent character, and the abilities he needed would be imprisoned and detained by him.

But after holding her for a while, Qianshou Feijian released her first, his expression already restored to its usual sternness.