After the myth

When the halberd and the weight collided, An Ting felt as if all the bones in his body were about to be shattered into pieces.

The supernatural domain shattered instantly, and a violent surge of Yuan energy came crashing down. An Ting felt a lightness in his chest, followed by an aura of extreme decay.

He was blasted away.

While still in the air, An Ting saw that a bloody hole had been blasted into his chest.

That was caused by the extreme burst of Yuan Power from the weight.

An Ting barely managed

Jinlian smiled as she watched the two bickering. Only now did she understand why people say that longing is the most painful thing. She was grateful to them for keeping her company these past few days, which made the days less unbearable.

Deep within a dense forest, amidst dilapidated ruins, a long-haired man dressed in black sat atop a broken pillar, plucking the strings of a wind-stringed zither, a instrument unique to the Western Continent. The metal body of the zither, resembling a longbow, reflected a cold light in the surrounding shadows. Even the sound produced was extremely harsh.

The two sides met, exchanged a simple nod, and then walked toward the newly opened city gate. As soon as they stepped into the gate, they clearly felt the ground tremble, and dust fell from the city walls. Then, a muffled explosion came from inside the city.

Amidst the intense attention, Feng Buqian entered the arena ahead of schedule, while his opponent, Mo Baibai, had yet to appear.

Mo Bei quickly held me down, and I realized that I was too excited and almost pulled the needle off my hand.

While inwardly chuckling at Coal Ball, Feng Buqian had already arrived at the main road leading to "Twilight Leaf City".

Zeng Wan did not doubt Long Wei's words; the Dragon Roar Technique combined with the Lingyin Sect Master's token was sufficient to confirm Long Wei's identity.

Old Yu and Jin Zhongxin were initially embarrassed and felt frustrated and ashamed because they were at a loss, but they were amused by Li Er and Wang Le's words and found some joy in their predicament.

Feng Buqian couldn't help but smile bitterly. He took out a set of ordinary black cloth clothes from his storage ring and put them on. He got out of bed and stretched his body a little, and found a light red jade token and a letter on the table.

"These are just rumors. I want to hear the truth." Rong Qian's expression remained unchanged, but her voice grew increasingly cold.

If I hadn't made these mistakes, I would definitely have questioned you, but what right do I have to do so now?

Zong Yang's eyes were bloodshot, and Crow was in no better shape. Each of them had a jar of Wanlilou's Drunken God Seven Steps.

This ability is naturally useless against those below the King rank. But knowing the strength of the Dark Wolf, would someone who truly wanted to explore its mysteries still send someone below the King rank? However, as long as these plants exist, what can a King rank do?

Why has Zhan Xintang, the God of War of the Heavenly Court, who remained unmoved even when Mount Tai was pressing down on him, become like this after five thousand years—no, it should be only thirteen years—after five thousand years?

“Yes, let’s just play along with Sang Zhuo and see what kind of show he’s going to put on.” Ye Qingcheng pursed her lips, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in her eyes.

Upon hearing Mo Zihan's words, both the man in black lying on the outhouse, holding his breath and lying in wait, and Yi Wuchen outside the house simultaneously had facial twitches.

"Insects, seal our souls." Zong Yang put his hands in his pockets and looked at this all-too-familiar world.

As if he understood Nan Wuyou's words, when Jun Wuxin looked at Rong Qian and Xuan Yuan Tianyue again, he no longer had the previous rejection, but instead had a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Tie Daniu suddenly seemed to understand, and looked at the young man, only to see that the young man's eyes were already open.

Just then, the City God and his army of ghostly soldiers surged forth from behind, overwhelming all the people in the sky.

However, on this island where force cannot be used at night, even with Liu Tian's extraordinary talent for cultivation, advancing to the fifth level of the Martial Body Realm again in a short period of time will definitely not be an easy task.

With the final flick of his knuckles, the star mark that should have appeared did not materialize. Liu Tian couldn't help but sigh. Just as he was about to start over, a star mark belatedly condensed at his fingertips.