Chapter 29: Emerging from the Tomb
Zhao Zhiqiang was savoring the air as if it were a delicious meal, repeatedly exclaiming, “Old man, these noodles are really tasty!” Hearing the sound of him slurping, I started to feel hungry myself. But then it occurred to me—perhaps the scrumptious noodles I had just eaten were nothing more than this, too!
“This guy can make eating air look this appetizing?” Ma Xu was dumbfounded, his eyes wide with disbelief...
Some of them spewed black flames from their mouths, while others sent out terrifying blades of light from within their bodies, causing the surrounding void to collapse and shatter.
A dark figure leaped out from the deep pit, its body seemingly forged from ice, shimmering with an icy blue glow. Its bare, frozen feet gently touched the level ground, currents of fluctuating air swirling around it, beneath which shimmered a fragile energy shield riddled with cracks.
Then, without the slightest hesitation, the white ape hopped directly in front of everyone, leapt up onto Yang Fan’s shoulder, grabbed his head with one hand, and steadied himself on Yang Fan’s shoulder with the other, settling down quietly.
Yang Fan was puzzled, thinking to himself: Could it be that those people from Sand City know nothing at all? Or have I simply learned too much myself?
That technique, “Blossoms in the Flying Snow,” had once shredded a wild demon to pieces. The terrifying scene had given her nightmares. After witnessing the Hua family’s secret sword art with her own eyes, deep down, she truly hoped never to become an enemy of Hua Liansuo, and even felt relieved to be on the same team now.
Although Xiao Yi had entered the dreamscape of time and space, the true martial understanding left to him by Emperor Xia continued to operate within him on its own.
Sun Yan, on the other hand, felt as if he had forgotten something… Before he crossed over… wasn’t he only wearing his underwear? Huh?
Yet these construct knights were of exceptional quality and fearless unto death. The abilities of the Barbarian Wall set always managed to save them at critical moments. The gray-robed elder often needed four or five sword strikes to kill a single construct knight, and would end up with one or two new wounds himself.
Iron Sheng picked up the Minghong Blade, and with a single thought, the nascent power of intent within him burst forth.
Moments later, under the watching eyes of all, the thunder-dragon airship, hundreds of yards long, soared into the clouds and sped toward the distant sky.
Seeing this, Qian Kun and the others looked at him with newfound respect, thinking that for someone at the early Golden Core stage to withstand such thunder was no small feat.
Yet it was precisely such an inconspicuous, timid person who possessed an archery technique that stunned the world—so powerful that even Yun Ziyuan admitted he dared not, could not, face it.
But as they swept past the skies above the Lonely Mountain, one of the streaks of crimson light seemed to pause for a moment—almost imperceptibly, yet Yun Ziyuan noticed it.
The hall was instantly filled with murderous intent, and the temperature in the air dropped accordingly. At that moment, all was deathly silent.
In that brief instant, the ten thousand strikes, under the divine general’s exquisite control, landed precisely at the seven-inch mark of the Seven-Star Night Sword’s blade, not a hair’s breadth astray.
“I did it.” Her hand touched the red seal. The elder had sealed it away, but now, at last, the red seal was fully exposed.
Lin Feng nodded. “I don’t know the details about the liberal faction. In any case, Senior Sister Yang told me that she would instruct Yang Haochu to look after you. To put it simply, she won’t just sit by and do nothing, so don’t worry.” He nearly blurted out Yang Zixin’s name.
On that day, among the drifting clouds, between floating mists, one figure stood, another half-reclined.
Yang Xun admired it inwardly, yet he did not realize that the secret mission file he had obtained from Cao Zhengfan had already been tampered with by someone else.