Chapter 209: Shadows of the Western Sea Sword

Zhao Ti began pondering Gao Taotao's finger seal only after advancing the Phantom Yin Scripture to its sixth level.

This finger seal was not recorded in the scripture; when Gao Taotao died, one hand remained locked in this gesture, clearly meant for him to see.

After leaving Tianshan, Zhao Ti gradually comprehended it, yet his confusion deepened.

Gao Taotao had clearly perfected the Phantom Yin Scripture to its sixth level's peak, otherwise he would not have known about the illusions that arise during cultivation—but then what caused his injuries?

This matter was temporarily brushed off, but three months… just thinking about it felt off, and with the New Year's engagement, shouldn't they prepare? Wouldn't they need to take wedding photos? This pace was giving him a headache.

"Tsukiyomi…" Ira's killing intent surged again, making his two teammates shiver.

"Second time. Twice during intimacy, I felt it. Sigrid's body contains a special energy, quietly absorbed. Peng Sa was right after all," Gao Dun thought.

"Thank you, thank you, Teacher Anpei! I've investigated your background—you truly are a good teacher!" Mu Shanchun's face lit up upon hearing Anpei Tazhe agree to help him.

Ling Yun let out a cold, disgruntled huff. "I knew you came here to take advantage of me." Her words carried a double meaning. Zhao Ziyue, that beast, felt his spirit stir.

"Reinass, listen!" Gao Dun shouted. His voice brimmed with joy and relief.

Leaving aside Xiao's movements, Jingxiang, who had returned alone to the village, now sat troubled in some inn.

"This… sigh!" Anpei Tazhe sighed, not revealing everything. There was still Mu Shanchun's special method—used to activate his Aim Field.

"As I turned back then, I saw the most unforgettable moment of my life," Xue Lang said, breathing heavily, his whole body trembling.

At that moment, Duan Yu hurried forward with Lingbo Weibu, his expression tense. The old man was startled by Duan Yu's approach; Duan Yu swiftly raised his hand and unleashed an invisible sword qi, striking the old man instantly.

Lu Mingzhu showed no gratitude toward the three, snapping harshly: "Whether your poetry society succeeds or fails is none of my concern. Stop wasting my time—get out. I don't want to see you; you only add to my irritation!" She vented all her anger from the quarrel with Princess Fuhui onto them.

"Nonsense, nonsense, utter nonsense!" Bao Yuan burst into laughter at Wang Zhaoyuan's absurd tale, his earlier displeasure vanishing.

Unexpectedly, Nan Nan remained remarkably calm, as if she hadn't noticed Ming Jingjing's performance at all. Then again, it made sense—Xiao Yitian hardly seemed the type to be swayed by Ming Jingjing; he'd turned her down countless times at school, so Nan Nan had no reason to care.

As the others moved to counter the bio-ghosts, the fox did not join them but swiftly darted to Dai Mubai's side.

"Young Master Xiao!" Zhao Dong instinctively stepped forward and bowed deeply, leaving Zhang Mengyao behind staring in disbelief.

The Jade Emperor's Serious Demeanor deepened as he extended his left hand and slashed across the orb, cleaving it in two like a blade. He uttered sharply, "Go!"—and the two golden orbs instantly transformed into two pitch-black doorframes.

A voice devoid of emotion rang out; all attacks were repelled. Bai Yi appeared unharmed.

Each team must have at least ten members; otherwise, several disciples who failed to form teams would be randomly selected until each team reached ten.

"Master, what are you talking about? Do you know of the Demon Realm?" Tian Xin asked, puzzled by Feng Zhen's voice.

Unlike before, Monkey C was unusually strong. Of course, when Monkey C saw the banana, he immediately reached for it. As always, the other four monkeys tried to beat him up—but they grossly underestimated Monkey C's strength, and ended up being beaten instead.

Because this adorable little school officer had his hands cuffed, and his walkie-talkie was clipped to his back—unless he possessed the legendary divine art of touching his navel with his hands behind his back, he couldn't possibly reach it.

Zhang Quanliang was also live-streaming when he suddenly saw someone on the public chat say he was about to be surpassed—he jumped in shock, then checked closely: indeed, he was only tens of thousands away.

Especially since four of them approached Lord-level combat strength, each possessing an internal world exceeding twenty million li. Together, these twelve were an unimaginable force—so even though Xia Chen was Lord-level, they still had confidence to fight him.

Xia Chen grew curious: with his strength, what Secret Technique could possibly affect him? But these three Golden Immortal Ancestors wouldn't act without reason—if they decided to give it, it must benefit Xia Chen.

"Hmph… You dare show your face with such weak power?" Sun Xiyun sneered, curling his lips.

Because he remembered now—the earlier rules stated that knocking an opponent off the arena counted as victory. But what good was remembering now?

"What are you going to do? Don't you two know?" Ye Fan's smile vanished as he stared directly at the two.

After listening to Lin Wu's explanation of the laser-nuclear weapon, Yi Xie nodded in satisfaction. Yi Xie noticed not only he was pleased, but Ouyang, Zhou Cheng, and even Chen Haoyu were also looking at the weapon with clear approval.

Liu Jianfeng faintly heard the murmurs of countless fangirls; he asked what was happening, and Dai Anlin told him that the domestic "superstars" she'd mentioned earlier were also invited—he'd simply missed it.

The Star Sovereign died in battle, perished for the righteous path of humanity, for the honor of his cultivator name—leaving behind only a bloodstained robe.

At that moment, the Xiliang soldiers scattered around the palace rushed to reinforce Deyang Hall. Guan Yan's Dragon-Tiger cavalry faced off against Dong Zhuo's Xiliang troops outside Deyang Hall—the war was about to ignite.