Chapter 173: Unifying Kyushu, Seeing the Immortal Palace Again!

For Li Chang'an, this was an absolute and monumental windfall!

Unlike the foundational martial canon, which spurred his physical form into a frenzy of evolution, or the Scripture of the Divine Soul, which granted him a kaleidoscope of treacherous and unpredictable arts, the Scripture of Arrays bore its own distinct weight.

Yet this newly acquired chronicle was no less formidable, offering a direct and immediate amplification of his lethal prowess.

If nothing else, the singular 'Five Elements Immortal Array' he had just mastered was already sufficient to provide Li Chang—

Yang Pei seemed to snap awake, startled by this uncle who had materialized out of nowhere, his face a mask of sheer panic; yet the moment he realized it was my hand he was holding, that panic curdled into pure terror.

I nodded repeatedly, watching him vanish into the courtyard where a lonely lotus pond lay, and upon stepping inside the villa myself, I was left utterly spellbound by the sheer, breathtaking opulence of the horses and carriages.

It was at that precise moment that Guo Xiaotian, with the utmost reverence, welcomed Sun Keming into the city of Taiyuan, dropping to one knee as he swore an oath of lifelong allegiance.

"Uncle, it's your turn, give it everything!" Fu Jia cried out, instantly cheering for Bei Wuyou as the perfect opportunity on the field presented itself.

Li Yu's frigid voice echoed through the heavens, and the moment his sword-light slashed downward, Situ Wang and his two companions unleashed their binding arts simultaneously, pinning the dark-faced elder helplessly in mid-air.

The sudden intrusion of a stranger's voice on the other end of Tong Ran's line struck Xiao Linnan with a sudden, sharp jolt of alarm.

In that harrowing instant, Baibai's mind screamed with desperate pleas for help, dissolving into agonized wails as Huang Ziqian plunged the syringe into its flesh once more, finally igniting a spark of fury within Xiu Lan.

Sweeping away the shards proved simple enough, and Ye Li switched on the vacuum cleaner to meticulously clear any microscopic fragments lingering on the floor, though the bloodstains proved stubborn; even with gloves on, her injured hand lacked the strength to rinse the rag, until Liu Tianqing tossed her a pack of wet wipes to finally restore some semblance of cleanliness.

"Excuse me, ma'am, does Brother Qin Lang live here?" Then, a familiar voice drifted in that made her nearly leap out of her skin—it was Xie Yihan, of all people, and the sheer impossibility of her presence, of her knocking on this very door, left her bewildered.

I had to head back and dress up properly, for this was an affair that demanded gravity; there was a chance I might run into Yilijueluo, and I needed to look impeccably handsome and utterly breathtaking.

A voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz drifted out, leaving the onlookers completely dumbfounded, for who could have guessed that Guo Bei, who had just been putting on grand airs like a lord, would suffer such a dramatic and humiliating reversal of fortune?

Though Zhang Sen harbored a desire to dissect Fang Jie, he delivered a single, crushing palm strike to avoid any suspicion, instantly grinding the man into a bloody pulp.

Zhang Sen was at a loss for words, unsure whether to mock the situation; he hadn't agreed to a single thing, yet it felt as though this fellow had already taken his silent assent for granted.

In a span of barely three or four minutes, Ye Fan had completely annihilated the hundreds of dark dwellers obscuring the sky, leaving not a single one behind.

It was a definitive showdown between ultimate titans, where every strike and every form carried the apocalyptic weight of shattering heaven and earth.

Gradually, the bandits managed to fill their bellies, while Qin Yi took the opportunity to converse with Hu Yifan regarding other matters concerning the Hong Sect.

Because the players from all three national sectors appeared with red names to one another, any notion of an alliance was completely off the table; a chance encounter in the wilderness promised only one outcome: a chaotic, lawless brawl where tactics like two-on-one simply ceased to exist.

The bearded man watched his subordinates get sent flying backward one by one, a look of profound astonishment gradually creeping onto his face.

Cui Heping had intended to use a simple psychological provocation, yet as the gambit unfolded, he realized to his dismay that instead of baiting Qin Yi, he had managed to trap himself in his own snare.

Such a spectacle instantly caused the atmosphere to freeze, leaving the spectators below momentarily stunned and entirely caught off guard.

To the right of Ran Cao stood four delicate silk screens, from behind which came the sound of mournful, stifled weeping, betraying the presence of another soul; Shi Qing followed the sound with his gaze, catching the faint silhouette of a trembling figure, whom he guessed to be none other than Empress Dong.

Yet she still cast a fierce, resentful glare at the River Deity; with Lin Tian present, it was inconvenient to deal with the old man, but the moment Lin Tian was gone, she would undoubtedly reclaim her dignity.