Chapter 383: Let Him Go and Scout the Way Himself

With every clash of their moves, a thunderous explosion rang out, a violence born not entirely of Lin Pingzhi's doing, for Ren Woxing's internal mastery was itself immensely fierce.

As for the Tanchi Demon Sword, which shimmered with a faint blood-red light and was deemed a priceless treasure by countless souls—supposedly harboring the very secret to ascending to the rank of Demon Sovereign—it was cast aside like a piece of scrap metal.

"Palace Master, let us sisters tend to your bath!" Plum Sword’s sweet, coquettish voice drifted in from outside.

This Grand Duke Jiang was a man of unyielding resolve; wasting no breath on idle chatter and leaving Fang Yun no time to react, he swung the Divine Thrashing Whip downward at Salmiya's head without further ado.

The final vision he beheld within the scene was reduced to nothing but a colossal azure finger and a chillingly detached phrase: "Courting death."

Perhaps she knew that, given Wuya's extraordinary capabilities, no matter where she chose to hide, he would eventually hunt her down.

Until at the story's end, the Emperor failed, for once he ascended the Golden Throne he was powerless to stop the rise of the Imperial Creed—a doctrine penned by his own son Lorgar, who later defected to Chaos and became the mortal enemy of the Imperium of Man.

Yet beyond all expectation, as that troop of cavalry drew near, they launched no assault upon the Wei army; instead, they gradually slowed their pace until they came to a complete halt within the gorge.

Only the unexpected occurred: along the shoreline, several security guards dressed in black suits were patrolling and searching, as if hunting for something.

Fang Chen felt a chill in his heart; this Di Shitian was a formidable foe, and if he had survived, he would undoubtedly re-emerge to stir up trouble in the future.

Shao Heng disturbed no one else upon the Jade Spring Peak when he returned, and seeing the crisp, orderly state of the Emerald Pavilion, it was clear that the two Daoist boys, Ming Shi and Ming Fei, had attended to their duties with the utmost care and devotion.

Zitu reached his hand deep into his sleeve and drew out a few blades of green grass still carrying the scent of the earth, placing them against the donkey's lips; the beast began to chew, and being thus occupied with its meal, it no longer found the leisure to display its disdain for Ye Bai.

"A blockhead like you, what urgent business could you possibly have?" Fang Ruyan produced two jade amulets, tossing one to Pan Zhen as she spoke: "I have imprinted these two jade pieces with a soul mark; should the Demon King come, simply crush it, and we shall rush back with all speed." With that, she dragged Li Yunchen away by force.

Xiao Nu watched with unblinking eyes as a youth undergoing the entrance trial stepped beneath the gargantuan lantern, took up a helmet from the table, and donned it; in less than a breath, a luminous sheen traveled from the helmet to the lantern's base, then spread across the entire structure.

With a casual sweep of her finger, she seized an evil spirit from the surroundings and gouged its eyes out.

It could almost slay certain Qi-refining cultivators in an instant, for Ye Bai had not, after all, entered the Foundation Establishment stage.

This was a matter of temperament; had he known, he too would likely have peered inside, for the word fear had long been erased from his heart, and authority was something meant to be beaten into submission.

The Hall of Implements was divided into four separate sub-sanctuaries: the Hall of Imparting Cultivation, the Hall of Spiritual Treasures, the Hall of Hidden Scriptures, and the Hall of Alchemy Furnaces, each sprawling over several acres like a palace within a palace.

Then, beneath the roaring cry of the Heavenly Fire Sacred Dragon, a colossal vortex instantly began to form at the heart of the scalding ocean of lava below.

The withered branches burned to ashes and the firelight dimmed once more, the temperature plunging down and down again, filling the woods with an oppressive, eerie silence that made one's skin crawl.

Such a height might be considered ordinary on the Blue Planet, but in the Pokemon World, which suffered constant harassment from flying Pokemon, it stood proudly as the tallest building in Hoenn.

Xu Mingcheng spat out his parting threats, yet his heart remained troubled; vexed, he simply climbed out of bed, scooped up his garments from the floor, threw them on haphazardly, and slammed the door behind him.

The "football illiterate" fully displayed his characteristic style of blind driving and blind passing, suddenly unleashing a low, flat cross just as he drove the ball to the goal line.

They dipped wooden sticks into the highly flammable Kunlun sulfur, then brought them close to the flint, igniting them with the violent sparks produced by the flint's sharp impact.

This free kick was not delivered to a very accurate spot, leaving none of the Bayern players in a good position to receive the ball.

A gaze devoid of any ripples successfully silenced the slightly hesitant man in black, who respectfully lowered his head.

"Who goes there?" a sharp shout reverberated as the formidable evil spirit discerned the newcomer's face, which seemed faintly familiar.

With a stir of his mind, Qin Ming quickly gathered the energy of the Windless Waves into the Ice-Severing longsword in his hand.

Simultaneously, the second spiritual talisman arrived before Yijie; this time, Yijie dared not take it head-on and struck out with a palm, his palm-wind howling with a sound that seemed to pierce the very air.

That pitch-black blade, an imperial weapon crafted by the Emperor of the Polar Night at an immense cost, failed to penetrate within a single meter of Lin Chen, halting just as Lin Chen's palm had done before.

As Qin Yibai ran, he felt his very form changing continuously until, at last, his field of vision rose nearly half as high again as usual. Beholding his own thick, hairy legs and strangely long, powerful arms, Qin Yibai could not help but admire this wondrous power of transformation.

Zhao Mingzhe felt himself trapped in a strange predicament, the images constantly intertwining in his mind being entirely of longswords sweeping to and fro, rendering him incapable of thinking of anything outside the art of the sword.

Meanwhile, Lu Qian’s God-Emperor subordinates were not idle either; they attacked the Gate of Life while simultaneously unleashing one defensive spell after another.

Seeing the Laughing Arhat and his disciple depart, the three sisters led by A'luan wished to seize the chance to enter the Golden Water Palace to search for traces of their master; yet the moment they stirred, the Laughing Arhat harassed them from behind, and after several encounters back and forth, the cavern had already closed, barring any further entry, which provoked A'luan into a towering rage so that she simply turned back with sword in hand and charged into the fray.

Ye Chen's fury at this moment was beyond description; he had never deliberately provoked anyone, yet trouble never ceased to follow him, leaving him to wonder what these people were thinking, and whether he truly appeared so easily bullied.