Chapter 22 (Three-in-One)

After finishing her dance, Zhan Lantian felt a sudden shyness. She rushed over to link her arm with Zhan Feng’s, her face flushed with a bright smile.

Wuming, Wu Wudi, Xiao Sanxiao, Xiao Jingtian, and others launched their attacks one after another, unleashing their unique powers as sword energy, blade energy, and various other forces collided.

"I’m fine. How are you all feeling? Are you doing any better?" he asked with a smile, unbothered by what had just occurred.

Seeing that everyone had left and no one was paying attention to her, Zhan Lantian got out of the car herself, walked into the hospital garden, and chirped back at the birds chattering in the branches.

A flash of black light cut across the Buddha’s radiance. After the figure in black armor decapitated the head of the enemy, he bowed to the towering Bodhisattva Vajrapani.

Qiong Ling was like a storm at sea; he could shift from a bright, sunny day to thick, gathering clouds in a single second.

She dared not speak further, sitting obediently to one side. For some reason, she felt a sudden, sharp prick in her heart, as if pierced by a needle.

Wang Yi revealed a simple, honest smile that looked incredibly sincere, even going so far as to put away his copper staff.

The force generated by the Kui King’s breathing lifted Nian’s body and head, only to have them plummet violently amidst the roar.

The Emperor of Great Ming called him Uncle Tang. Tang Chunhua was truly overwhelmed by the favor; they had never imagined that their family would ever be connected to the Emperor.

On the other hand, Zheng Datong bought a pile of raw jadeite in one go, though whether he could actually cut anything valuable out of them remained to be seen.

"Hehe... why did the professor go mad? As far as I know, it was certainly not any curse from High Priest Mili, but rather that Wushuang secretly sent someone to cast a hex on him! I do not boast, but if one were to look across the entire martial arts world, which of those invisible, lethal hexes is there that I do not understand?" Tong Sixi spoke the honest truth.

Xie Wuji, feeling helpless, repeated the same explanation he had given the five flag masters that day. With that, the people in the hall no longer had any doubts about his identity.

As for the five thousand elite troops, they would arrive shortly to launch an immediate assault on Nashabu City, taking the entire city in one fell swoop. By then, he believed the Diamond Sect would not be far from its own collapse.

Shang Tian’en was at his wit's end, which was why he had sought out Liang Fei. He only hoped that Liang Fei could cure Shang Keke’s illness; he would gladly pay any price, no matter how high.

"You!" Zhu Mei’er pouted, then turned and left without looking back. The surroundings fell into darkness once more.

Ximen Kuang seized the wild soul and bit into it directly, instantly devouring it completely.

The God-Slaying Sword swept out terrifying beams of light. Even masters at the Martial Emperor level were no match for Mo Fan, falling instantly to his blade.

Chang Qingyu and Song Xianglin spoke at the same time. After learning of Song Xianglin’s identity, Chang Qingyu found it difficult to say much more, as they were all sisters after all.

He was struck with terror. Daring not to continue the battle at such high intensity, he transformed into his true form and spread his wings to flee.

The Immortal-Breaking Sect, like the Golden Crow Clan and the Ageless Mountain, was a top-tier full-star power. The Wen family, however, was even more extraordinary, belonging to one of the twelve forbidden factions among the Source-Sealing powers, no less formidable than the Oriental family.

Yet, when someone was starving to death before his eyes, the old man merely hugged his tattered wine gourd, not even sparing them a glance.

The old man with the flame mark sneered. Bringing his fingers together like a sword, he tapped his own forehead, and a colorless, transparent flame emerged from it.

"There are many disciples from the five clans under the Qi family’s seat, so why this time?" Qi Xuanyi actually knew something of the various families' foundations. The Mu and Xu families were considered great clans, and they had many experts—at least in terms of young talent at the Void-Returning and True Immortal stages. Yet, most of those who came today were at the Body-Integration or even Tribulation-Transcending stages.

The ethereal, heavenly voice rang out once more, but this time, Wu Hao felt no attraction, only a bone-chilling cold that washed over his entire body like a frigid current.

With this question, which originated entirely from the art of an emperor, he had solicited the opinions of everyone present; as for the final decision, that was his own business.

Ever since discovering the mutation of his own spiritual consciousness, he had become increasingly impatient, as if everything were within his grasp.

But if counting from the day they first held hands, she had tried very hard to be good to him, yet she didn't know how to go about it or where to start. He was so nearly perfect that she couldn't find an entry point; she didn't even know what to choose when selecting a gift for him.

At the center of the Heavenly Demon Continent lies the Heavenly Demon Road, the only path to enter the Void of Five Desires. The Heavenly Demon Road is a path of life and death. The atmospheric barrier above the Heavenly Demon Continent is immensely powerful; only a Daoist Lord can break through such heavy pressure.

The sound was like a drumbeat, rich with rhythm, but as Chen Yuxiang listened, he could only groan inwardly.

At the same time, a flush appeared on her face, and the corners of her mouth curled up into a faint, serene smile.

Tian Yu looked at Ling Fan and suddenly smiled, saying, "What’s the problem with that? It’s just a few extra trips. I’ll go drag Old Gu over right now." With that, Tian Yu slipped into the car like a gust of wind, followed by the roar of an engine, and then she sped away.

Just as Zhao Hua flew before the camp of the Chu Kingdom’s cultivation world, a streak of black light flew toward him at high speed and crashed into his arms. That familiar voice, like music lingering in his ears, reached him clearly.

The two monsters were even more depressed. They had finally gotten a chance to appear, only to cause such a disaster. They truly didn't know if things would get even worse in the future—provided, of course, that there was a future.

Ying Zheng knew that this was a dialogue between the Wa Kingdom and the Yan Dynasty; having no status to intervene, he could only watch the exchange between the two powers alongside Gao Changgong.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Inspired by the victorious soldiers returning home, the surrounding commoners also began to shout with flushed faces.

As for the high-grade Star Stones consumed, while rare, they were not non-existent. Trading ten Grade-Four Star Stones to eliminate a Profound Immortal was a deal well worth making.

Xiao Shilang’s treasure pouch was a high-grade magical artifact. It could not be opened by force; one had to slowly refine the array seals within to access the contents. Otherwise, if damaged, the items inside would be lost forever.