Chapter 126: Invincible Killing Fist

"Kill!"

Waves of flame surged into the sky, transforming the surrounding thousands of feet into a battlefield of carnage, where every inch was soaked in monstrous slaughter.

Sword light crisscrossed, blade flashes flickered, and thunder roared as Jiang Jianli, Yan Qing, and the others engaged in a fierce struggle against the projections of the Bi Fang, the Scarlet Flame Beast, and the Star Roc.

Warriors who stood their ground, not daring to step forward, were struck with awe; although the combatants were slightly inferior in strength, they had clashed with the phantoms of these ancient beast kings for a long time without showing any signs of defeat.

Above the firmament, chaos veiled the heavens. Within it, a pair of ancient eyes watched the battle below, showing no intention to intervene. Though it was but a phantom, the Ancient True Dragon had once swept across the wilds, never deigning to associate with any living soul.

This was the way of the Ancient True...

This man was named Mu Siping, a third-year student at the Imperial Spirit Academy. His cultivation level was at the mid-stage of the Spirit Luo realm, matching that of Tian Zi, and he was a descendant of the Ancient Nine Clans, hailing from the Mu Clan. The young man in black beside Tian Zi was An Ting, who had previously accompanied Tian Zi to the Chaotic Forest. With his late-stage Spirit Luo cultivation, he could be considered the most formidable person present.

The burly black man took the check, clearly startled. Ten thousand dollars was certainly enough to buy a life here. After tucking it into his pocket, he gestured for two of his subordinates to carry the bartender out; as for how to dispose of him, they naturally had their ways.

"Yes. If it weren't for that unexpected turn of events, this disciple would have been married for a long time already," Huangfu Xuan replied, his expression unchanging. No one knew what he was thinking at that moment.

Since shattering and turning black, the tornado had ceased its rotation. The vortex, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, remained perfectly fixed around the Crimson Gold Heart of Difference, forming an exquisite work of art that was breathtaking from a distance and stunning up close.

Gong Ren dared not be negligent, racing against time with Tang Qingying toward their apartment at 52 Juezhe Street, Central, Hong Kong. This time, Gong Ren dared not view Tang Qingying as a burden, but rather as an essential colleague and helper.

Seeing this scene, my eyes widened; I had finally witnessed what a true powerhouse looked like. So, demonic energy itself could attack the enemy. I had no idea, having only ever infused it into my fist techniques. The celestial beings who had fallen to the ground struggled for a moment before going still. It seemed I could no longer sense their heartbeats.

Cassius continued to giggle foolishly, moving step by step, leaving a footprint with every stride as he shuffled toward Black.

I took out the inner cores of the Four Spirits and the three stars, placing them on the table. After examining them, the Divine Calculator nodded in satisfaction.

After going upstairs, Zhuo Nan was, of course, aware of the conversation between the couple downstairs. His super-brain had been constantly monitoring their situation, and upon learning of their thoughts, he merely chuckled, giving it no further mind.

Suddenly! A muffled, strange sound erupted, as if it had come from the depths of hell, or as if someone’s throat had been constricted. It sounded piercingly sharp, making one feel thoroughly uncomfortable.

He said this because, on two separate occasions earlier, when Sun Qian faced his opponent’s interior defense one-on-one, he had earned a "2+1." Both times, the opposing interior defender had appeared incredibly clumsy before him—unnaturally so—which surely indicated a problem.

Wang Dao did not change the overall strategy for the Taoyuan Team’s set offense. In fact, given the current roster, as long as this starting lineup remained, there was little room to alter the tactics. However, in the details, Wang Dao had made some minor adjustments.

An elderly man in green robes helped them to their feet, sighed, and shook his head. How could he not see that the old man on the bed had exhausted his natural lifespan? Already weakened by illness and injury, the shock had been the final blow; he was spent, and beyond medical help. It was only his lingering attachment that had held onto that final breath, waiting for his grandson to return so he could entrust his final wishes.

Tamik’s eyes flickered. Expanding his normal form into a two-kilometer domain, he teleported behind Xiao and unleashed the Hell Dragon Break directly.

When he was dirt poor, he had cherished every bit of silver. But ever since he resolved to become an immortal, these had become mere worldly objects that he looked down upon. He hadn't realized this sooner, foolishly thinking they were still useful.