Chapter 113: The Celestial Monument of Martial Arts

A thunderous shock!

Countless people were struck with terror as the vast, wild plains beneath their feet shook violently, as if a catastrophic disaster were unfolding. Inside a pillar of light that soared into the heavens, an ancient stone stele ascended, drawing the gaze of every martial artist present.

The crowd fell silent, looking up in awe. A full hour later, the blinding light dissipated, finally revealing the full form of the ancient stele. Even then, as the sun’s rays fell upon it, the monument radiated such intense, dazzling brilliance that many martial artists were forced to shield their eyes.

As the sunlight shifted, they could finally see that it was a stone stele hundreds of feet tall, standing in the void like a monumental landmark. It was ancient and weathered, its surface etched with intricate lines...

Ming Hao sat obediently to one side with Lady Fu, though Ming Jing sat on that same side as well. As she took her seat, the corners of Ming Hao’s pursed lips curled upward ever so slightly.

Xiao Congjia felt a sharp pain as a lock of his hair was yanked, so he tried to tickle Chengzi in retaliation, just as Ming Jing did. But when Chengzi began to cry, he had no choice but to resignedly offer his hair back to his son.

"This must be the Left Guardian’s artifact capable of defending against physical attacks: the Shield-Armor Garment," she exclaimed, her eyes filled with wonder.

After everyone finished their meal and sat for a while, the elder sister and her husband arrived, along with their children.

Shui Qingyin smiled knowingly; having spent so much time with Mo Lingxuan, how could she not know what was in his heart?

A task that can be upgraded means this main quest can evolve from an E-rank task to a D-rank, or potentially even an A-rank or higher S-rank task.

That was not all; his hair was a tangled, dry, yellowish mess, and his front teeth stuck straight out—though "buck teeth" might not be the word, they were identical to a rabbit’s. And his face was not just covered in spots.

Today was her wedding day with Xiao Yu; it should have been a day of happiness and joy, and she did not want to dwell on sorrowful things.

It was not until the car stopped in front of Pei Xiyuan’s villa that Wen Rou ended her "interview."

Watching the red dot blinking on the tablet screen move closer to her position bit by bit, she felt her breathing grow involuntarily tense.

"Is the Young City Lord’s memory truly so poor? Didn't we just meet during the day? You cannot recognize me now?" Chen Fan said with a smile.

"I don't know either, but the client will surely feel your sincerity. When a client can feel your sincerity, that is already the best beginning," Yu Xing said calmly after hearing his subordinate's input.

When Jiang Shiyi walked in, he saw him lying on the ground with a strange, eerie smile on his face.

Seeing his subordinates fallen into the deep pit in the front courtyard, their necks twisted at odd angles, he knew they were dead beyond all doubt.

It was time for him to leave; only after experiencing indifference would one know what it truly tastes like. Perhaps only when he became the strongest in this world, with no one left to threaten his safety, would he think about the simple life of a wife, children, and a warm hearth.

Seeing this scene, even on their own turf, Zuo Zhengyou and Yan Kexi furrowed their brows, while the disciples felt their hearts tremble with cold fear.

The fifty-some Arab soldiers, though fewer in number than the Dongkaka tribe, were in an entirely different league of combat.

Upon hearing this, Zhan Mang’s smile stiffened. In order to marry Feng Wu, he had spared no expense, gifting her precious cultivation resources from his own clan.

Tens of thousands of warhorses snorted impatiently, their iron hooves trampling the earth, eager to gallop and roam free.

"I think we could hold the martial arts tournament at Lingjiu Peak in the Heavenly Mountains. There is a very wide and flat area there that can accommodate thousands of people. What does everyone think?" Lingjiu Shangren asked, seeking their opinions.

Du Dewei, Li Lei, Yin Zilu, and Bai Zelong sat on the sofa, cracking melon seeds and chatting away.

What to do? She had expected this match to be a guaranteed win, which is why she had placed Jin Yi in the duel against the Spirit Master. On one hand, she wanted to cause some trouble with his unique abilities; on the other, since she had already secured one win, she could afford to lose this one.

At this moment, Feng Qingye, having just returned to her room, picked up a golden token from the table, a grave expression emerging in her eyes.