Volume 1, Chapter 40: Seeing You Miserable Makes Me Happy

Gu Lan's affair became a laughingstock in the mouths of many people.

A dazzling white light blinded the eyes of hundreds of thousands of peak Saint-realm experts, and a moment later, a world-destroying energy surged within a radius of a thousand meters.

The long sword vibrated, slashing off a huge head. This was a tall demonic beast resembling a bristled boar. While charging toward Hongwu, its head was severed by a single sword strike. Until its death, its eyes remained wide open, unable to believe it would die in such a manner—truly a tragic end.

The third form of the Killing Sword Formation can manifest bizarre and varied phenomena based on the inner state of the martial artists within the array.

"This is the territory of the Temple of Light. You'd better leave immediately, or else we won't be polite!" A middle-aged man's voice was filled with a thick, hostile emotion.

Having lost a powerhouse at the Ninth Heavenly Tribulation Realm, although the foundation of the Heavenly God Palace remained, its overall strength had clearly dropped by several tiers.

For now, the True Martial Divine Realm side had quite a few peak Immortal Kings with formidable combat prowess, making them completely unafraid of the peak Desolate Kings.

Yet, it was obvious that Mo Zhanshan was the pivotal figure. The opponent was afraid that Mo Zhanshan would expose their conspiracy, and thus resorted to silencing him by murder.

"Forget it then. If the breath-concealing technique won't do, let's swap it for something else," Yakushi Kabuto said with a tinge of regret. Given his current state, it was clearly impossible to unearth Orochimaru's trump cards; should he rely on his own research? Not to mention whether it would succeed, he simply didn't have the time. The Sharingan in his hand alone was enough to keep him occupied with research for a very long time.

However, witnessing her son gravely injured, she, as a mother, found it hard to suppress that surge of fury and struck Ma Shangsi to death outside the palace with a single palm.

The Xia family was merely a third-rate clan, whereas the Fang family was a second-rate one; even as his father-in-law, he had to treat them with utmost respect and hospitality.

Hearing this, Chen Teng's expression instantly darkened. He had not expected Su Mo to actually make it to Lincheng and track down the Wang family. The death of Wang Chao also caused the anger in his heart to rise like a volcano on the verge of erupting.

Upon stepping out, he happened to run into the You sisters returning from outside. The elder one, You Ermei, greeted Jia Qing gently and courteously.

Although he had now integrated a portion of the Martial Saint Immortal Soul and activated the Heavenly Soldier Armor, King Qin Guang was currently in his true physical form, far surpassing that withered avatar from back then.

Tan Xiaoxuan finally regained a semblance of life and quickly stood up, clutching her camera while tidying up her hair and clothes.

However, even though Zhang Gong had stepped into the realm of a martial fanatic, Tang Yu would certainly not let him off lightly. With his current strength, dealing with someone in the martial fanatic realm was more than enough.

It turned out that after the chubby village bully had been beaten away by Chen Teng, he was unable to swallow his anger and grew increasingly resentful. As a result, he rounded up more than thirty local hoodlums and thugs, armed with wooden staves and iron bars, and came back looking for trouble once more.

The sword aura around Chen Teng was like a coiling dragon, brimming with unmatched imperial dominance, as if he alone reigned supreme and all living things had to submit.

At the same time, Asura put down the props in his hand and stared lecherously at the unconscious Chen Xinrou.

Zhang Qian almost couldn't help rushing forward to beat him up, but this fellow wasn't important right now. What mattered was this bizarre inn; with the system currently absent and relying solely on ghost soldiers, Zhang Qian felt extremely unsettled inside.

As the saying goes, "To look enchanting, wear all white in mourning." Although Baochai wasn't draped in full funeral attire, it had a remarkably similar and striking effect.

He was well aware of Yue Yun's condition. The previous defense against the enemy had left Yue Yun severely injured; without the support of faith, it would have taken him at least fifty years to barely recover. Yet now, merely a month later, he had fully recuperated?