Chapter 1116: The Second Strongest Person of the Wind Order Sect

Somewhere within the Wendao Sect, three figures rarely gathered together, sharing a quiet drink.

"Come, a toast to the Wendao Sect!" the Guiyuan Heavenly Venerable said, raising his cup high.

"Cheers."

"Bottoms up!"

Both the Xiantian Daoist and Lord HanHai raised their cups in a resonant clink.

Since his return to the world, the Guiyuan Heavenly Venerable spent his days visiting old friends, going from the Five Elements Sect to the Hanging Temple, and from the Hanging Temple to the Imperial Capital; now that the battles had ceased, he idled away the time chatting and reminiscing with his companions, living a life of carefree leisure.

Damn it! Song Hu cursed Ye Zhen for his lack of loyalty; if he missed this chance now, there might never be another. Snapping the head off, Song Hu quickly deveined the shrimp and stuffed it into his mouth; it lacked flavor and wasn't particularly terrible, though it tasted somewhat fishy.

If he weren't afflicted by some sickness, how could he still fail to untie this knot in his heart even after learning of Lin Ni’s fickle affections, and how could he still feel a pang of heartache upon seeing the wretched state of her life now?

"Whatever grievances we have are directed at you, but before that, I'll collect a little interest." The Vulture drew his dagger and thrust it toward Lin Xia.

The moment the chains took shape, they surged toward Su Jun's body, yet when they made contact, they could not advance even a fraction of an inch, revealing a faint, transparent membrane clinging to the surface of Su Jun's skin.

The trio of the Two-Five-Eight combination began to move separately, but in just that short span, enemies had already surrounded the area from all sides, each holding a torch that illuminated the bamboo shed from top to bottom as bright as day.

Within the portal suspended mid-air, a massive suit of armor slowly materialized, easily twice the size of Liu Yi; it was an armor I had seen before, at the very moment of my death when I appeared in the Underworld, where the first sights to greet my eyes were two such suits of armor—those two giant, speaking iron figures.

Silently and undetected, Koji returned to the scene of their original reconnaissance, where he observed that the lens hood of the observation equipment mauled by the bear cub bore several claw marks, a distinct print of a bear's snout pressed against the front lens, and obvious bite marks on parts of the casing, though otherwise remained largely undamaged.

The war had reached its most critical juncture; the myriad beasts of the primordial wilderness grew fearful, choosing to retreat and demanding harmony.

Mu Mangzi drew back, paced around, and discovered a broken pillar serving as a support beam at the rear of the tent; drawing his short blade, he severed the binding ropes, slashed through the thick hemp fabric of the tent, and bent his body to slip outside.

Such is human nature; after falling into absolute despair, one instead lapses into an absolute tranquility, where no external force can ever again stir a ripple in the heart. Fang Qianyi departed quietly without disturbing Ruomeng and Yang Yuxuan again, unwilling to let her martial sisters witness her dying in the twilight of old age.

A man whose heart is filled with resentment and malice can never lead a clan toward glory; it turned out Tuoba Wei had never been a good candidate, and he would have to be watched closely in the future, for a heart harboring malice would inevitably erupt one day, requiring constant vigilance.

"Bitch, how dare you insult me! Insulting me is insulting my Kas family; no matter your background, you cannot escape your fate of becoming my maidservant today." Moka spoke in a furious outburst, immediately lunging forward as a phantom hand materialized, clawing directly toward Kunya.

"Well, your husband finds this palace courtyard quite pleasant; let us sleep here for the night." It was unclear whether he did it intentionally, but his deep, unfathomable eyes drifted subtly across Xue Xue.

Perhaps this was something he himself could never achieve, Jing Cheng sighed softly in his heart, thus declaring his own defeat, leaving him utterly speechless.

There was no flashing of blades or shadows of swords, yet the sheer aura of the two combatants struck awe into everyone present. There was no murderous intent, only a majesty far more terrifying than any urge to kill.

His own aura was far grander than Xu Guocheng's, yet even so, it failed to kill him, which allowed Bai Jianli to see another side of reality—could it be that an aura was truly so useless? That seemed impossible, for if an aura could suppress an enemy, it ought to be able to kill them; if it were truly useless, it would not have left Xu Guocheng suppressed and utterly unable to strike back.