Chapter 59: Retreating to the Dilapidated Temple

[Meow! Xia Qiqi!]
[The sounds outside have quieted down a bit.]
[Could it be that Yu Chi's men failed to find us and retreated?]
Sure enough, the sound of the previous slaughter outside the secret room gradually faded, and a scorched, bloody stench permeated the space within.
Xia Qiqi pressed her ear against the iron door, her fingertips holding golden needles ready for action.
"I'm afraid those loyal guards of Prince Jin's Mansion have already..." Unbearable pity filled Wen Shizhi's eyes.
Following prolonged defense, even an iron man would find it unbearable, let alone the fact that most of Liren's force consisted of green recruits. Thus, they were forced into close-quarters combat with the imperial troops, personally wielding the Flame Blood Blades in their hands and roaring as they hacked the emerging imperial soldiers off the city walls one by one.
Having advanced to the seventh rank, Lang Hongxiang no longer dared to claim he could help Deng Long reach the eighth rank. If he could casually create eighth-rank powerhouses, wouldn't Howling Moon Valley be able to sweep across the world?
Divine King Chenxiao began to struggle, but his body was very honest; with a wronged expression, he forcefully bit down on my shoulder.
"Awooh..." Gray flames ignited within the double-headed Mo Dragon's grey pupils. This was the essence it had cultivated for ten thousand years, yet it was being devoured by the damned Azure Dragon before its eyes. With a frantic roar, it once again threw caution to the wind and crashed overwhelmingly toward the Azure Dragon.
Six o'clock in the morning. The soldiers had just returned from their run. The sun was just revealing a shy ray of light from the eastern horizon. The troops were led onto the military district's training ground.
Lishang drove away after dropping off Grandpa; Honghua failed to make her stay, as Lishang claimed she needed to drive to make money.
"Pfft... Puff..." Simultaneously, under the oppressive might of the white light, several people in the furnace repeatedly spat out blood, their bones emitting cracking sounds of fracture, their skin cracking open to burst forth with large drops of blood.
"Boom!" The bronze hammer was knocked flying, and the man spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his body staggering back a few steps before falling backward onto the ground.
As long as I didn't approach Duke Qishan, everything would be fine. I began collecting the corpses of these invincible beings, tossing them all into the painting-realm world to deal with when I had time.
"Hehe." Yadong smiled slightly, gently wiping the sweat from his forehead, and plunged once more into his own state of artistic conception. His blade movements were inspired, and shattered stones flew across the sky. A smiling, buck-toothed, hunchbacked figure of a Nuyina Earl gradually became clear. The twilight of the setting sun quietly enveloped the scene, dyeing Yadong's figure a reddish hue.
However, within a hundred-thousand-year soul ring, there still lurked a trace of residual soul beast consciousness, capable of resurrection all the same.
Curiously, at almost the exact same time that very night, Lin Xiaoxia also departed from her home, heading toward Sunshine Court.
After all, within the soul beast forest, there was no real-time satellite monitoring. It was entirely possible to brush past a soul beast that perfectly matched oneself without even knowing it.
Jiang Kan had been immersed in society for twenty years; he possessed at least this much basic awareness. Otherwise, why would so many singers who had sung New Year songs not be invited, while he alone was singled out?
According to the testimony of the monks in the temple, aside from servants and sweeping monks, no outsiders had entered or left the pagoda. Moreover, after the incident, footprints leading to and from the pagoda were indeed discovered in the Ahan Courtyard where Wang Hongyu resided; upon verification, they matched Wang Hongyu's shoeprints.
As it happened, this session of the Heaven's Chosen Grand Gathering was being hosted by the Qiankun Sacred Land. If it wasn't handled properly, the Qiankun Sacred Land might well be looked down upon and lose a great deal of face.
After all, Marvel's magic system relied entirely on the source demons of power; there was no such thing as "cultivation" at all. The distinction between strong and weak depended solely on who could borrow more magic power.
After all, so-called higher life forms completely lacked the ability to think and merely acted like wild beasts; Chen Guang always felt that was somewhat unreasonable.
For instance, the Left Prime Minister's Mansion that had abducted Shen Qiaochen tonight was clearly a faction utterly at odds with the Shen Mansion.
Su Yu's explanation to the two players currently using the Golden Core Experience Tickets on the field was that the Qingyun Sect possessed a unique method capable of forcibly catalyzing Foundation Establishment stage cultivators into Golden Core stage ones, though they would inevitably drop dead six hours after the catalysis.