Chapter 209: Shadows of the Western Sea Sword

Zhao Ti began pondering Gao Taotao’s finger seal after advancing to the sixth layer of the Phantom Yin Scripture.

This finger seal was not recorded in the scripture; when Gao Taotao died, one hand remained frozen 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 the sixth layer’s peak—otherwise he wouldn’t have known about the illusions during cultivation—but then what caused his injuries?

This matter was temporarily brushed off, but three months… just thinking about it felt wrong, and the New Year’s engagement surely required preparation—didn’t they need to take wedding photos? This pace was giving him a headache.

“Tsukiyomi…” Iruka’s killing intent surged again, making his two teammates shiver.

“Second time—I felt it both times. Sigrid’s body contains a special energy, quietly absorbed. Peng Sa was right after all,” Gao Dun thought.

“Thank you, thank you, Teacher Anpei!” Mu Shanchun’s face lit up as Anpei Tazai agreed to help. “I’ve investigated your background—you truly are a good teacher!”

Ling Yun let out a cold scoff. “I knew you came here to feel me up.” Her words carried double meaning. Zhao Ziyue, that beast, felt his spirit stir.

“Reinass, listen!” Gao Dun shouted, his voice brimming with joy and relief.

Leaving aside Xiao’s movements, Jingxiang, who had returned alone to the village, now fretted in a certain inn.

“This… sigh!” Anpei Tazai sighed, withholding the full truth—the special method Mu Shanchun used to activate his Aim Field.

“As I turned back then, I saw the most unforgettable moment of my life,” Xue Lang gasped, trembling all over.

At that moment, Duan Yu rushed forward with the Light-Stepping Technique, his expression tense. The old man was startled by Duan Yu, who instantly unleashed an invisible sword qi that struck him.

Lu Mingzhu showed no gratitude, 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 make me angry!” She vented her fury from the earlier quarrel with Princess Fu Hui on them.

“Nonsense, nonsense, utter rubbish!” Bao Yuan burst into laughter at Wang Zhaoyuan’s absurd tale, his earlier displeasure vanished.

Surprisingly, Nan Nan remained utterly calm, as if she hadn’t noticed Ming Jingjing’s performance at all. Then again, it made sense—Xiao Yitian didn’t seem the type to be swayed by Ming Jingjing; he’d rejected her countless times at school, so Nan Nan had no reason to care.

While the others moved to counter the bio-ghosts, the fox rushed to Su Mubai’s side instead.

“Young Master Xiao!” Zhao Dong instinctively bowed before him, leaving Zhang Mengyao behind staring in disbelief.

The Jade Emperor’s expression turned grave as he slashed his left hand across the orb, cleaving it in two like a blade. “Hua!” he muttered, and the two golden masses instantly transformed into two pitch-black doorframes.

A cold, emotionless voice rang out—all attacks were repelled. Bai Yi appeared unharmed.

Each team must have at least ten members; otherwise, random disciples who couldn’t form teams would be 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 exceptionally 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 badly miscalculated his strength and ended up getting beaten themselves.

Because this adorable school officer had his hands cuffed, and his radio was clipped to his back—he’d need the legendary skill of touching his navel with his hands behind him to reach it.

Zhang Quanliang was also live-streaming when he suddenly saw someone on the chat say he was about to be surpassed—he jumped, then checked: sure enough, he was just tens of thousands short.

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

Xia Chen grew curious. With his power, what secret technique could possibly affect him? But these three Golden Immortal Ancestors wouldn’t act without reason—if they offered it, it must benefit him.

“Hmph… You dare show your face with such weak power?” Sun Xiyun sneered, curling his lip.

He suddenly remembered—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. He noticed not only himself, but Ouyang, Zhou Cheng, and even Chen Haoyu, were all looking at the weapon with approval.

Liu Jianfeng faintly heard the murmurs of countless fangirls. He asked what was going on; Dai Anlin told him the domestic “superstars” she’d mentioned earlier were also invited—he’d simply missed it.

The Star Sovereign died in battle, perished defending the righteous path of humanity and preserving his name as a cultivator, leaving behind only a bloodstained robe.

Meanwhile, 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 battle was about to ignite.