Chapter 1210: Qilin Son

"What terrifying strength!" Feng Wuya exclaimed in awe, stunned that such a master had been hiding in the shadows all along.

"Heh, what a fool!" The Bensha Elder jeered. The twin-headed monstrous lion charged at them furiously, but Bensha made no movement at all; the monstrous lion simply froze in mid-air, crushed into fragments by the squeezing force of space itself, scattering across the ground as nothing but broken mechanical screws and components.

Fortunately, Li Guoqing was not yet dead, merely thrown into a state of unconsciousness. The hospital had begun an emergency resuscitation, which was currently underway, and no one knew whether he could be brought back from the brink.

"Attack them!" the captain of the guard bellowed in fury. But the flames that suddenly manifested in the mage's hand startled these ordinary guards, causing them to hesitate and falter in their tracks.

These people were by no means resolute, yet the thorough purge of the old factions enacted by the dark knights of the south left them in constant terror, forcing them to take up arms and reclaim the long-neglected art of slaughter.

However, when he caught sight of the chess game laid out before Ye Feng, he was momentarily taken aback, for he realized that he did not recognize this particular game at all.

The sword had been procured from Old Qian, but the more Lin Yu wielded it, the more he felt this blade was far from ordinary—progressing from his initial belief that it was a low-grade spiritual treasure to the moment he first used it to slay a ferocious tiger, rendering it into minced meat.

Yet at that exact moment, the bodyguards stationed outside the door, hearing the rapid, urgent "beep-beep" sound echoing from within the room, hurriedly knocked on the door.

Yun Na managed to compose herself with great effort, though a lingering flush still graced her cheeks; she remained tight-lipped about everything that had transpired, merely asking, "What happened?" Her gaze then fell upon her younger sister, darting a sharp glare at her.

As the events of the dreamscape progressed, a glimmer of realization dawned upon the protagonist, though the veil shrouding the secret had not yet been lifted; perhaps only when the clouds parted to reveal the moon, and one looked back, would the sheer depth of their past ignorance be truly understood.

Ever since this dragon lolita had tasted cola with ice cubes, she demanded that ice cubes be added every single time she drank it.

It was still the Land of Fire that possessed vast wealth, yet because it was currently engaged in warfare on multiple fronts, it appeared too preoccupied and vulnerable, making it an easier target to bully.

In the wake of this, his father, the Third, was placed under house arrest. With the village having changed masters, the people's attitude toward him subconsciously grew bolder; whether for the sake of political correctness or some other motive, the rumors that were already spreading like wildfire became increasingly detailed and accepted as absolute fact.

"The administrator arrived a bit late today, mmm..." Mach walked up and opened his mouth to explain, only to have his words instantly muffled as Annie covered his mouth with her hand.

Had it not been for their foolishness in draining both their health and mana to the absolute absolute minimum, the opponent's ultimate move, no matter how powerful at the start, would have found it incredibly difficult to deal them a fatal blow.

In stark contrast to Fengye, who already understood everything perfectly, the rest of the Konoha ninjas outside began to grow tense, their immediate collective thought naturally being an enemy raid.

What mortals called the "Old Gods," the most malevolent entities of this world, and what the Titans viewed as "light-and-shadow-sensitive parasitic symbiotes," were in truth merely the most insignificant creations of the Void forces sent to invade the physical universe.

This was truly an unexpected joy; she had inadvertently bumped into that Bentley on the street, and subsequently witnessed the scene of Tang Mo'er entangled with the man.

Saying anything now was futile, but fortunately, he was no ordinary man; his physique was extraordinarily powerful and his recovery rate astonishing. Communing with heaven and earth to absorb their spiritual essence, he successfully prevented his injuries from worsening.

Although the Ethereal Sect had perished beneath the fist of the Heavenly Demon Lord, judging by the current situation, the Ethereal Solitary Swan Array still guarded the mountain gate of the sect. No one knew just how much of its original power remained within this grand array, which had been personally laid down by the Ethereal Immortal Monarch.

The Daoist of the Yellow Springs was one of the few cultivators in the world who possessed the True Water of the Yellow Springs, and he had fused it into his own mystical arts to create a technique known as the "True Canon of the Yellow Springs." Leveraging this technique, he had cultivated to the peak of the Truth-Returning Realm, becoming one of the most formidable entities beneath the Creation Realm.

Yet its belly continued to heave and ripple in waves, as though something within were incessantly thrashing and struggling to break free.

The surroundings grew excessively, unnaturally quiet. Fine sweat began to bead on Hua Tian's forehead when a sudden gentle breeze swept past, causing him to stumble and nearly collapse to the ground. By the time Hua Tian regained his composure, the environment had reverted to normal, with the chirping of insects and birds echoing nearby, and the occasional roar of tigers and howling of wolves resounding in the distance.

Back then, Empress Yue had whisked Princess Yunjing away from Rong City, flying directly back to the capital city of Qianjing. Haqige and Hongxing departed from Rong City shortly thereafter, returning on horseback in a perfectly conventional manner.

"Nothing more than a worm that deems its own bloodline peerless when it is in fact utterly base; its death warrants no grief!" The Divine Son of the Five Elements spoke with utter disdain, caring nothing for the fall of the Void Beast.

Abbess Jingchen had no idea that the ghostly tree before her eyes was the legendary Soul-Hanging Tree of ancient renown; however, seeing that the ghostly tree possessed an exceptionally pure malevolent aura, she realized that if it were purified through certain Buddhist formations, it could easily serve as a spiritual nexus.

Upon returning to the flower shop, he plunged once more into the Master's Spacetime, commencing his practice of the [Hymn of Life]. The details and characteristics of every spiritual plant material were etched firmly into his mind to prevent any further foolish oversights like the one involving the purple water lotus seeds.

That man was none other than Zhang Yizhi, the General of Chariots and Cavalry, clad in armor with a sword girded at his waist; his entire being exuded the raw aura of a military man, a stark contrast to his previous image as a strategist. While not everyone in the Northern Border military camp knew that Zhang Yizhi had once been their mortal enemy, a certain faction was acutely aware of it.

"Who are you? How dare you strike at us?" Yun Lei attempted to threaten them, but his voice was faint and powerless, his bravado entirely hollow, carrying not the slightest shred of intimidation.

He had exerted every ounce of his strength into the assault, yet the opponent evaded it with effortless ease, maintaining an air of complete leisure; to continue fighting in this manner was simply too stifling and humiliating.

"Hello?" Owing to my dejected mood, I offered only a faint, weary greeting upon picking up the phone, my voice sounding completely drained of energy.

He was merely the butler of this villa; what occurred inside the estate fell under his jurisdiction, but he had no need to concern himself with matters unfolding beyond its walls.

In front of the administration building, beneath the tall osmanthus trees, sat a long row of blue tables and chairs, behind which were seated the upperclassmen from the student councils of various departments and academies, all gathered to welcome the incoming freshmen.

"Alright," Ling Wei simply murmured in response, though in truth, she really did miss Zhou Shiyi a little. Presumably because he had been a constant presence in her life these past days, she had grown accustomed to it; habit was indeed an incredibly difficult thing to alter.

Song Lanxin was truly incensed deep down; she had indeed not misjudged that day—Wu Yanyan was deliberately trying to get close to Gu Yihong.