Chapter 1151: Buddha Says It Cannot Be Spoken

Soon, Yue Changhe's maternal grandfather followed in the grandfather's footsteps, the two of them standing side by side, motionless, like a pair of statues.

Both men had blood on their hands, providing the great monk and the hawk-eyed man with one bounty apiece to bring back and fulfill their mission, ensuring this excursion was not in vain.

Judging by the ruthless methods of these two old men, it was likely that their transgressions were far from isolated incidents.

Initially, when the great monk and the hawk-eyed man met Lu Yang, addressing him as Blessed One was a mere courtesy, yet as matters progressed to this stage,

A perfect couple embraced each other. "The dreadful Millennial Sacrifice, to think we have waited a thousand years." Wei Routi grew fearful of this.

Following Baiyou Liuxi's words, the final drop of wine fell into the goblet, filling it to the very brim and sending a ripple cascading along the rim.

Gu Lan-shan curved her lips slightly with her back turned toward Sheng Shi, for she knew with absolute certainty that he could never bear to let her leave.

Although some belongings had been lost during the plunge down the precipice, a few treasures remained secured within the bosom.

Within the innate pessimism of my soul, an ominous premonition struck with terrifying force; could something have happened to them just as they stepped outside? I dared not pursue the thought further, my legs giving way so suddenly that I nearly tumbled down the stairs.

When he was still some distance away, he could not clearly discern anyone inside, but the moment he walked right up to the front of the iron railings, he finally saw a figure curled up within the dark and cavernous interrogation room, draped in a goose-yellow coat with her head buried between her knees, a sight so wretched it would break anyone's heart.

"If it is meant to be a surprise, then it would be best for me to appear at the very ceremony where he weds Su Wanru." Murong Yinzhu smiled as well, quite content to deliver such a shock to Yin Luoxuan.

And with every frantic thud of his struggle, Yun Yue could feel a torrent of immense spiritual power surging continuously into her every meridian.

Susan cast a fleeting glance, the information immediately imprinting upon her mind, and she could not suppress her astonishment. Because of the shared data with Noah 120, these intelligence reports had entered her brain-control system, allowing her to acquire them automatically.

Just then, a sudden clamor arose from the distance. Li Rui looked up and recognized the mall security guards; after a brief moment of reflection, he pulled Xu Mengyan and hurried toward the opposite direction.

The sword embryo resembled a flying shuttle without a hilt, levitating quietly above Chu Yi's palm, where the dual elemental energies of water and fire encircled the blade, constantly intertwining and separating, emanating an underlying tremor that struck terror into the heart.

The average cultivation of the six guards was merely at the seventh realm, which meant they stood absolutely no chance of withstanding even a single round of assault from the enforcement disciples of the Triumphant Palace.

It was not that Wang Sheng looked down upon the jungle survival skills of this world's natives, for more often than not, true masters emerged from the common folk. The issue was that Lord Dai the Fourth was no common master, but a proud, direct descendant born to a high and mighty clan. No matter how exalted his cultivation might be, he would never be willing to spend months plunging into the wilderness alongside Wang Sheng.

The martial artists from various sects and factions had been greeting one another and deferring politely before entering the gates, yet the moment they crossed into the threshold of the Wudang Sect, they instantly behaved as though they were total strangers, each eyeing the other with predatory vigilance and keeping their distance, for they had come here with but a single purpose, which was the contention for the Hegemon of the Martial World.

In the early hours of the morning, countless guards converged upon the Swordsman Guild to maintain order, and a mere glance at them was enough to strike terror through their formidable array, proving that the aura these men exuded was by no means an empty display.

During this time, Yang Zhen continued to employ the Infinite Cauldron to extract power from the corpses, whereas the twenty-odd bodies of shattered realm experts and divine-ghost realm entities collected previously had been largely depleted through sacrifices and mystical warfare, leaving behind only a few carcasses of sea demons.

The decrees of the imperial court could never satisfy everyone; so long as the stability of the political landscape was secured, heavy hands had to be dealt when necessary.

At this realization, Xiao Ran's anxiety vanished completely, and he indulged in admiring the sights of Luocheng for a good while longer before finally arriving in front of an inn.