Volume 1, Chapter 29: Challenging the Champion, Big Cannon

After hoodwinking Feng Ji, Ye Cheng returned to the city. He first went to the Martial Artists’ Building to trade the bull horns for twenty medium-grade spirit stones. About two hours later, Feng Ji sent word that he had scouted the enemy's secret stronghold and indeed discovered a major issue. There were no fewer than fifty foreign transcendents holed up inside, and they had specifically erected six wooden structures for their accommodation.

"Hee hee, you really are narcissistic; who praises themselves like that?" Yang Sha's voice drifted over.

Following a loud, powerful sound, the guard put away his tools and reached for the bow and arrows resting nearby. Seeing Long Yinxie holding the bow and arrows, he leaned in, his face full of envy.

The immediate priority now was to face the awakening and wrath of the Six Demon Sect Leader; only by thoroughly killing him and completing the "Soul Burial" was the most important task at hand.

The trail of the short dagger’s swipe kicked up a powerful gust, blowing the three of them far away until they crashed into the pile of ruins behind them.

However, much to Ye Zheng's surprise, Guang Yao did not use the momentum of the attack to turn around, but instead turned and fled. This was a move he truly hadn't expected, and by the time he tried to catch up, it was already too late. Before running away, Guang Yao had struck Ye Zheng with a Hammer of Judgment, reducing his movement speed.

Now, that fuller body lay soft and supple beside him, legs constantly shifting, displaying a myriad of heart-stirring, seductive poses. She was like an epiphyllum bud on the verge of blooming, having absorbed all the morning dew of heaven and earth, waiting only for a gentle touch to burst into flower in an instant.

The final outcome was self-evident: failure. The path of cultivation is inherently an act of defying the heavens; there is no winning or losing, only life and death.

With a series of dull thuds, the five agents lost all consciousness before they could even draw the pistols at their waists.

Looking at the attire and the demeanor of Zhao Yi and his party, one could tell they were people of wealth and status, hardly lacking in treasures.

"Then let us follow Brother Hao’s suggestion. I am also quite curious about these ruins and would like to see the deeper reaches," Ye Ziang said.

Seeing Ruoxi and me emerge, the four of them looked over in unison. Ruoxi... finally unable to help herself, lowered her head in shyness.

After five sharp cracks and one dull thud, the youth’s five-energy vortex completely collapsed and dissipated into the surroundings. The density of the Yang spirit energy was such that even the iron walls of the room began to deform; had Manjusaka not gathered it in time, this specially constructed chamber would likely have exploded.

Yang Chao was naturally overjoyed by this. Furthermore, in the mid-lane, since he wasn't playing Shadow Fiend this round and the opposing mid-laner seemed to be affected by the previous match, his performance had dipped, giving Yang Chao a distinct advantage in the lane.

Watching the two individuals upon whom the ancestors pinned such high hopes, it was clear both were exceptionally talented, though they still needed tempering in other aspects.

Mo Tianlei looked over at Mo Xiuchen and the other, who showed absolutely no intention of leaving.

The efficacy of the Youth-Preserving Pill was extraordinary. Even before it was fully digested, the burn marks on Li Ruxue’s body had already vanished. As the pill took effect, her skin became smoother, and her face grew more youthful and alluring. After she emerged from seclusion, the sisters of the Xue Hall were all filled with envy.

Mu Jingyin was taciturn and appeared composed; his somewhat self-centered gaze hinted at a streak of selfishness, yet he could not be described as purely self-serving.

After Su Mi had disciplined the charlatan, she had focused entirely on the youth and hadn't paid them any mind at all.

Jiang Miyin had not expected that a perfectly good banquet would end up like this. With someone as image-conscious as Feng Miaomiao, she probably wouldn't be showing her face at gatherings for a while.

"You've got to be kidding me... yesterday you called me out to skip work and eat good food, and today you're calling me out to eat good food again? Did you starve to death in your past life?" Le Tian didn't want to go; he was primarily worried about the hassle.