Chapter 78: The Elite Squad

But just as he stretched out his sinister claws, a young man stumbled in through the doorway.

“Sect... Sect Master, something terrible has happened!”

The young man was Tiger, a newly promoted squad captain under Yin Tianlei. At this moment, he and his team of martial artists were guarding the perimeter of the abandoned factory.

The sudden appearance of the squad captain immediately made Yin Tian...

“These are no ordinary stone pillars,” Yi Liuyue murmured, watching the crowd surge into the inner chamber. She gently shook her head, and then noticed that other members of the imperial family had also halted, clearly realizing the mysterious nature of the pillars just as she had.

For a brief moment, everyone’s eyes flew open in unison. They had truly discovered that, at the heart of the Sea of Lightning, the dormant patterns were now emerging, and beneath their feet, the ground was transforming into a massive, spiraling vortex.

Li Xu wanted to say something, but before he could, he was hurled through the air by Meng Wu as the world spun around him. When he regained his balance, he found himself once more in that weird, ancient space. The Stone of Fuyuan had appeared as well, and Lady Meng was sitting atop it, grinning mischievously at him.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the space before Ling Qian suddenly shattered. From the fissure strode a man in snowy robes, strikingly handsome. If not for his visible presence, Ling Qian would never have sensed his aura or even known he existed.

Kratos mustered his blood and energy to their peak. With the aid of the Feathered Boots, he strode through the air, leaving a spinning current in his wake.

“Is Li Ming really that formidable? I thought his cultivation was only at the False Core stage. Could he actually defeat a powerful Golden Core cultivator?” another cultivator from the Dao Ancestor World asked.

Just as Su You heard the countdown reach two, something entirely unexpected happened. After “two” was counted, the officer beside him suddenly fired his gun.

The Eagle King shook his head, while Mulan, standing nearby, wore a contemplative look. As she gazed at Pan An’s bloated figure, a touch of sorrow flickered in her eyes, as if recalling some painful memory.

But those who truly felt uneasy were Camille, Maurice, Wu Zhiwei, Wu Xiufang, He Jiayi, and He Mingxin—individuals who had surpassed the realms of Great Luo Golden Immortal, Spirit Immortal, and Supreme Immortal. Yet none of them betrayed a hint of worry; all could only force a smile.

“Palace Lord, this is feasible. Chongxu Temple has been restless lately—a little pressure might do them good,” said Hairong, giving Ouyang Bo a gentle push as he saw his interest piqued.

The river of blood swiftly vanished, freeing the imprisoned sword. With a single sword gesture, Lin Shousui sent the river of blades plunging toward Bai Shoufeng.

Moreover, the black mist kept thickening, likely from the dark energy leaking below.

Puzzled, Lian Rong headed for the kitchen. Before she even entered, the delicious aroma made her swallow involuntarily. Upon stepping inside, she indeed found the two of them busy at work.

The photo had been taken from an excellent angle, capturing Gu Cheng’s gaze upon her without including Ling Jiajia in the shot.

But she really couldn’t understand it. Iga Jiro was a master of the Heaven Shinobi, all but invincible, and he had brought along two Earth Shinobi, three Human Shinobi, and a hundred death warriors.

Seeing the Blood Demon and the Three Souls suffer was deeply satisfying to Liu Qingyang and his companions; their excitement was beyond words.

There were three items in total, one of them exorbitantly priced, and the bids kept climbing. Even a wealthy noble was beginning to feel the pinch.

Once the death was confirmed, the people of Shennong Valley went berserk. At the same time, feeling provoked and united by a sense of righteousness, everyone sprang into action—some attacking Jian Rufeng, others charging into the wine tavern.

The mountain gate, the face of any sect, was usually protected by arrays and guards. Yet none of it had stopped Shen Mengxi’s deadly hand.