51 The Twenty-Seventh Person

It was as if a strong wind had swept through, and in the blink of an eye, everything was gone without a trace, leaving only a room full of people still facing off in the hall.

"Two reckless fools! Your young master is a young master, but what about ours?" An elder shouted angrily, holding a large flag that he waved fiercely, aiming it at the two supreme figures of the Duan family with an earth-shattering force.

Tu Shi understood the players' approach, but he refused to go along with it. Ignoring those who had tasted blood and craved more, he continued on his way.

Miaomiao was right. Even if nothing else, without making a breakthrough to heal his wounds, his formidable talent in formations would definitely make us suffer.

Sure enough, the storm in the area seemed almost sentient, sensing Xingyue’s enlightenment. The center of the storm began to glow with a golden light.

The noble son who had earlier denied everything was frightened and began to shout in panic. Such a situation was beyond what he could bear.

They looked refined and slender, one around thirty years old dressed in blue, and the other about twenty in white. It was the handsome youth in white who spoke.

Soon after, Xiaoyao lectured the Prince of the Demonic Realm and then left the Demonic Tribe alongside Xingyue.

"Have you seen him? Where? Why haven’t I?" A servant leaning on a broom asked with curiosity. They had always worked together—if his companion had seen him, he surely would have as well, yet he had no impression of the man.

"This isn’t knightly swordsmanship; it’s a damn dog’s trick!" A knight's attendant muttered under his breath, utterly annoyed by the man’s behavior and words.

"Even if they’re not inside, the main force of the Jurchens is outside the city. When we crush them, the emperor won’t sleep a wink." Shi Yuanzhi chuckled.

"Fortunately, there’s still a regent here. If Yang Sichang weren’t worried about the crime of losing the vassal state, we wouldn’t have an easy time explaining this." Jiang Rang sighed. In truth, if the regent fell into Li Xin’s hands, the Jiang family would be doomed. Jiang Qiang’s earlier words were no joke.

Chu Huainan showed no surprise, as if he had long anticipated this outcome. Watching everyone leave the hall, he simply nodded, without the drastic reaction that the corpulent old man had imagined.

Those present held differing opinions on Zhao Dingguo, but all wore smiling faces.

Such stones were abundant inside the Soul Severing Cave. The deeper one ventured, the more numerous they became, and after several miles, they were everywhere. It was precisely because of these Thunderstone rocks that Master Ha Mingfei could move freely within the cave.

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Hearing Ling Feng’s words, the members of the Phoenix Tribe clearly hadn’t reacted in time, but before they could speak, Ling Feng’s figure flashed as he charged toward the Grand Elder of the Ice Dragon Tribe.

"Come on… wait, did you say Li Er? Supreme Elder Li Er?! Where is he?" Qin Yang’s heart stirred, his eyes burning as he urgently questioned the elder, a faint, inexplicable excitement welling within him.

"Enemy at the northeast corner, only one. Skilled and fierce in attack," a man shouted into the walkie-talkie.

"Whoosh!" The giant rat lunged forward suddenly. Ling Xiao hastily accelerated the broomstick, causing the rat to miss by a hair’s breadth.

Until Chu Fan appeared, Teacher Mo had seen hope. She helped Chu Fan twice but was trapped by the village bridge, only able to send a few words through dreams—those few words nearly shattered her soul.

She suspected that Tian Lingzi might have targeted the Yin-Yang barrier building, but never expected him to suddenly seize the ancestral Yin energy that her master uncle had accumulated over a lifetime. Such a deed was truly an act of betrayal against one’s teacher and ancestors.

In Shicun, on the outskirts of Black Rock City, a strange incident recently occurred. Master Xu didn’t elaborate on the details in his report.

Li Xiangwan had lived for thousands of years, witnessing countless dynasties and events. She believed that since these stories were inscribed on the stone wall, they were surely meant to convey some important message, not just to serve as decorative murals.

Li Li sized up the grand hall before him. The area was no more than three hundred square meters, and the height about four meters.

The two were whispering sweet nothings and fell asleep before they knew it, only to be awakened in the early morning by the sound of tree branches snapping under heavy snow outside the window.

Once again scolded by Anna, Lily Lance felt a pang of unfairness, a sense of being favored unfairly. Hurt and disappointed, her face showed it all, and she fell silent.

"I was in such a rush this morning, I forgot to bring my medicine," Zhang Yanlin’s mother said apologetically.

The other managers shook their heads, indicating no problems on their end, except Manager Liu.

"Thank you, fellow cultivator." Bi Yan extended her hand to receive the short dagger, clearly surprised that Mu Bai would return it to her.

We searched the room filled with corpses several times, and after confirming no other clues, we finally left.

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At that moment, Mu Bai suddenly regained his senses, casting a gentle glance at Ting Yuxuan. A soft light flickered in his eyes, yet his steps did not falter as he moved forward.

Empress Dowager Xiao was already overwhelmed, her eyes dazzled as worry gnawed at her heart. She no longer knew how to command her people.

For now, all he could do was pin his hopes on that venerable elder—hoping he could truly repel Ning Fan.

Li Youmeng’s head ached painfully, her vision darkening as a fierce blow struck. Her scalp felt as though it had been ripped off entirely. Amid the crude curses of the man and the mocking laughter of several others, her pain was unbearable.

It was alright—Brother Zhan had saved her, even using an elixir, assuring no major issues for fifteen years. Senior Loneliness, do you need Brother Zhan for anything?

Dong Fengci’s face flushed deeply, but thinking that they would soon be engaged, he nodded shyly.

He Yunlong glanced around, found nothing useful, and had no choice but to grab the chair he had kicked over and head toward the infected.

At the Daoist temple of a certain great emperor, entering it would suppress cultivation levels. Any cultivator reaching the Void Profound Realm would be restrained there.

High-grade golden core techniques were still considered precious even in the late period of the spiritual energy resurgence.

Si Shuo glared coldly. Le Yuanyuan dared not be reckless and obediently followed Zhou Yong.

When Qin Yu opened his eyes, he found himself inside an ancient, elegantly furnished house. The surroundings were simple—a table, a chair, a bed, and a window—nothing else.