Chapter 28: The Ring

Após Deixar de Ser um Puxa-saco, Suprimi Todos os Seres do Céu e da Terra Luzhou Lao Jiao 1956 words 2026-08-04 09:14:00

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Ye Chen felt his strength waning, yet he struggled to maintain his composure, determined not to let exhaustion show on his face. In truth, his body was weak and trembling, and he had to catch his breath with every step he took. Still, he strove to circulate his inner energy, unwilling to reveal how much he was struggling.

He looked up at Wang Lin. Wang Lin remained as calm and composed as ever, his demeanor effortless and unchanging, as if this journey posed no challenge to him at all.

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The intensity of the strike instantly awakened the four peak-level Dao Kings. Each broke free from the illusion. Yi Liuyue even lunged toward Ye Zhengfeng, but he could only watch helplessly as Ye Zhengfeng’s fist engulfed the late-stage Dao King, only for his figure to vanish into the formation once more.

Luo Chen nodded slightly to the surrounding crowd before stepping aside to wait quietly.

Ling Duyu nodded; this put his mind at ease. If those charlatans tried to stir up trouble again, he would deal with them properly. If they had any connection to these shaven-headed men, however, he would truly have to reconsider his approach.

Without hesitation, he snatched the machete from Leopard’s hand and brought it down fiercely upon his own left arm.

Just as Chen Zheng finished his arrangements and prepared to depart for Jingyang City, the entire Ping'an County was in an uproar.

Mo Hongyi believed him; the reason was simply too convincing. There was no way Luo Chen would gamble with his own life.

"Greetings, Young Master Shang. This is Young Master Ye of the Demon Suppression Sect. He was invited by the Master to treat Young Master Yan, and he is also a friend of his." Ouyang Chun’s brow furrowed immediately. Now that they had returned to the Ouyang estate, he could not allow Ye Zhengfeng to clash with anyone from the family, or else Ouyang Yan would be the one to suffer.

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With a thunderous shout, green flames erupted around Xie Wushen. In an instant, the fire encircled Baili Dengfeng, Azi, and Wulan Zhuoya. Simultaneously, dark clouds gathered in the sky, plunging the world into gloom and filling onlookers with dread.

"Take out your materials; let me see what you have so I can offer some suggestions for forging," Ling Duyu said, glancing at his watch. He needed to manage his time to return early.

To ensure his survival in the officialdom, he had to resolve the conflicts in his own backyard and create a harmonious household.

Not to mention that he had grown taller and his center of gravity was no longer as low as before, the wall itself was old and neglected, covered in moss.

Seeing that Li Gongfu had taken responsibility for everyone, the others no longer felt any cause for concern.

Last time, at Liu Yuling’s shop in Xianyue City, he had spent 2.2 million low-grade blue spirit stones to purchase the hide of an eighth-rank Red-Eyed White Tiger, the sloughed skin of a ninth-rank Yellow Frontier Python, and a pair of wings from a seventh-rank Iron-Winged Golden Beetle.

Her face was smudged with soot, and her hair, a chaotic mess resembling a bird’s nest, stood on end. She held a large wooden basin filled with steaming hot water, shivering and looking as though she might faint at any moment—a sight both ridiculous and pitiable.

When the other disciples saw the senior sister preparing to accept a mission, they initially intended to follow her and ride her coattails. But once they saw that she had chosen the top-ranked mission, they all lost their nerve; not a single one dared to follow.

There was also the Nine-Fold Technique of the True Immortal, Huang Tiandao’s supplement to the True Immortal realm, which lowered the threshold for achieving immortality. However, few truly practiced it, and it was coveted only by those in the lower realms and the old quasi-emperors.

Yet, even after her anger subsided, Madam Kong remained worried, fearing that Zhaoxia might truly plead with the Emperor.

Originally, she had wanted one of her subordinates to drive, but Alacetu refused. Feeling guilty toward him, she simply let him be.

The star power contained within the star core was incredibly pure and vast. After practicing for just one day, Yang Juncheng found his cultivation had increased significantly. Excited, he immediately declared he would enter seclusion to continue his training.

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"I don't know. It depends on whether she still remembers the vow from all those years ago!" Hua Nongyue sighed.

After all, having her body taken by the Emperor was already a devastating blow to Wang Jiajia. If her spirit were also taken, she would truly have nowhere left to turn.

Before Ai Jia could regain her senses, she had already been dragged by Nan Jinfeng toward Yin Chengmei’s sports car.

"Hehe," the Emperor was not at all bothered by Wang Jiajia’s resistance; instead, he felt a thrill that was rarely found in his daily life.

The crowd remained silent, watching Han Shi with unwavering focus. A firm belief grew within them: the Elder was right. Gold will always shine eventually, and once it reveals its dazzling brilliance, who could remain unmoved?

Cang Lei brandished the Nine-Dragon Sword in his hand, causing the very air to tremble. It was indeed a fine weapon, sharp beyond compare. While it was neither a Saint-tier nor a Dao-tier artifact and possessed no special augmentations, it had been forged from celestial stone and would not crack even when colliding with an Emperor-tier weapon.

"Hmph! I should like to see who dares to touch even a hair on my disciple's head!" Just as the hand was about to make contact with Qi Jue, a domineering voice suddenly boomed. Immediately afterward, the space around Qi Jue twisted violently.

Li Jin told everyone to return to their rest, then personally carried Wang Yuyu back to his room.

The Emperor watched the youth with a smile, his expression unreadable. His gaze appeared gentle on the surface, but deep within his eyes lay a hint of scrutiny, dark and unfathomable.

Liu Batian swung his long blade against the sound waves, while Situ Kong flapped his white angel wings, sweeping a milky light across the sky toward Liu Batian. Shi Gang intercepted it, and the two clashed with heaven-shaking force.

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