Chapter 113: Rather than Inherit Glory, Forge Your Own Legend

Bai Yue and Bai Nianxuan returned to the Demon Exorcism Pass together. Both of them wore equally gloomy expressions, looking for all the world as if someone owed them millions in gold coins. Upon returning to their barracks, they heard not a sound from within. Assuming the others were absent, Bai Nianxuan pushed the door open and stepped inside.

"Auntie." Bai Haochen’s voice rang out in surprise.

"Chen'er." Bai Yue...

"Are you tired of living? Countless powerful cultivators from major sects are heading there; do you really think you can gain anything with just a Foundation Establishment cultivation base? Even if you gathered every Foundation Establishment cultivator in Whale City, they wouldn't be enough for a supreme elder to wipe out with a single finger!" Someone who didn't believe it spoke up with a sneer.

This was a black inn, and both the proprietor and the staff were villains who frequently engaged in highway robbery and murder for plunder. Seeing such a fat target walk through their doors, how could they possibly let them go?

Not far away, Shi Yandong, who was in the midst of a fight, noticed the situation behind him. He was overjoyed and, no longer restrained, unleashed his cold palms with ruthless, rapid-fire precision.

Liang Yi nodded, tears still brimming in her eyes. Her entire body trembled slightly from fear; clearly, she had not yet recovered from the shock of what had just happened.

Her question was loud enough that Huang Xionghui and Liu Yuanjiang, sitting at the same table as Fang Pingchuan, heard it clearly. The three young men exchanged glances and nodded.

"Someone, summon Eunuch Liu to see me at once..." The City Lord picked up the purple-gold four-legged wine vessel, took a sip, and gave his orders.

The man in black, He Ganzhuang, flicked his hand. The spiders on the limbs of the thunder-wielding man crawled out from his flesh, scurrying like living creatures back into He Ganzhuang’s sleeves.

Immediately after, a figure charged out from the Zhang family’s estate, and a thick-backed machete appeared before Ye Xiao’s eyes.

In a flash of lightning, Fu Ling chanted a spell, and a basin of cold water was dumped squarely over Bing Lan’s head, turning her into a drenched mess in an instant.

But when it truly came down to the critical moment, these people were not to be trifled with. If they could stab you twice, they wouldn't stop at once; every one of them was vicious.

However, the noise from that man surnamed Zhang and the yellow-haired, yellow-bearded old man drew many gazes toward her.

"Take care of yourself! If you want to come back, just come back; we are all waiting for you," Dongfang Jun said slowly, his tone devoid of any command.

In the satellite imagery, a missile struck the center of the coordinates where the dynasty was located. The intense explosion and high temperatures covered hundreds of meters, and the resulting charred wasteland and a massive crater dozens of meters wide were a harrowing sight.

But Qiao Chuqing had already experienced it; she had been dead for exactly one hundred and three years, five months, and twenty-seven days.

This was the Gula race, a famous species, and Aivina was certainly no stranger to them. Yet, she still did not know how Landon had determined that the opponent was a Gula.

Ever since Su Shuihe returned, the Eagle King had not given him a pleasant look. But at this moment, after hearing a few quiet words from Yun Shan, the Eagle King’s heart suddenly softened.

Even Anyue Yun’s icy expression couldn't help but waver. He stared fixedly at Jiang Liechen’s face—a visage no longer human nor ghost—and forced a smile.

The longbow in his hand shimmered with a faint purple glow, and his white hair, draped over his shoulders, sparkled brilliantly against the backdrop of ice and snow.

"Is that true?" Chi You asked, agitated. What powerful being would be willing to see their legacy remain uninherited?

Those bright eyes closed just like that, and the hand fell limp. My tears fell, too. I lifted the white shroud soaked in blood to see legs mangled beyond recognition, with white bone exposed.

"Brother, do you also think this matter is appropriate?" With Zeng Shaocong’s agreement, Qingshuang felt much more at ease.

"Very well, Mr. Mo, I will certainly complete the task you have entrusted to me!" Karina replied, bowing respectfully to the man she addressed as Mr. Mo.

Sun Yan then wisely held his tongue. He knew about what had happened to Ji Siyue years ago, and he knew it was definitely not a good idea to mention Yan Mumu in front of her now.