Chapter 168: Death Ends Everything—A-Ping’s Other Side

A-Ping stood to the side, watching Li Junsheng quietly. He was kind enough to take care of this boy named Qin Yong, and he was just as gentle with his workers.

He even bought popsicles for the workers in the sweltering heat. Hearing the unanimous praise from these workers, she could not help but recall how Li Junsheng had behaved at the shop.

When others bullied her, he stood up for her. He was also very warm and generous toward the other shop assistants; the meals he provided for them, for instance, were always substantial.

In truth, the difficulty in forging a blade lay in engraving the incantations, not in casting the Five-Colored Blade into shape.

Sheng Jingtai had previously noticed Lu Qiming's unusual expression and dared not disturb him, sitting instead with his eyes fixed on his nose and his heart focused on his breathing. Upon hearing Lu Qiming’s words, it took him a moment to realize the instruction was meant for him, and he hurriedly nodded in agreement.

Perhaps he was the one who understood the secrets of the surrounding Dao-Obsession Sutra best. Thinking this, Zuo Qiuchen could not help but shake his head. The Taichu Sect was founded in ancient times; if its founder were still alive, he would have surely attained the Dao through the scriptures by now. How could he possibly meet him?

Could there really be such a genius in this world? Chu Shaoqiu found it hard to imagine, yet felt a sense of lament. Some say that extreme wisdom invites disaster, while others say that heaven grows jealous of extraordinary talent; perhaps that is just the way of things.

The Sixth Elder spoke. Although his face was etched with wrinkles, his spirit was vibrant and his vitality robust. He looked at Yuan Changqing with a smile and began to speak slowly.

The scene was truly staggering, leaving countless youths holding their breath, afraid to miss a single moment. They had never imagined that these two peers could be so powerful, acting almost like celestial beings, as if they belonged to a world entirely apart from their own.

This was not because Wang Fang did not care whether Li Zhong lived or died. Having witnessed Li Zhong's capabilities, Wang Fang did not believe any accident would befall him. As for Li Zhong not returning for several days, Wang Fang assumed he might be searching for treasures like the Millennium Vermillion Fruit, or perhaps he was busy skinning and gutting a giant python to enjoy a feast.

To demonstrate the importance placed on the Outer Disciple Grand Tournament, the sect had specifically constructed a large combat palace to host the annual event. The Martial Arts Palace was built to be grand, spacious, and magnificent, with enough arena space for one hundred disciples to compete simultaneously.

Mo Yan looked up at the still-scorching sun and couldn't help but curl up; it was much more comfortable staying in the cool shade of the eaves. He had been through so much frustration today! He curled his lip, swallowed his grievances, and had to continue explaining with feigned patience.

Xiao Yun understood the situation perfectly. His tough stance was intended to show Li Hanyun, as well as the entire Red Army, that the City Patrol was no longer what it once was. But if things were truly blown out of proportion, even the Prime Minister would not be able to protect him.

The battle felt as if victory was already in hand, and the morale of the human camp surged, launching a fierce assault.

No one answered him; the people were all dead, and even Duan Yichen’s body was mangled. Just then, a burst of intense fighting erupted on the main street leading to the central City Lord’s Mansion.

"Stunned like a wooden chicken" was the only way to describe Lin Jingyi and Lin Rereyu at that moment. Even when Lin Yi walked out of the room, both were so shocked they could not utter a word.

"Ha! You can just enjoy yourself here, my dear groom!" Zhen Shifeng spat, then turned and left the room that had left him feeling utterly devastated.

Without the Ink Sword Seven-Stars, Jing Ye held the Green Dragon Embracing the Moon in his hand. Seizing a horse from the He Kingdom, he galloped forward, blade flashing and carving through the remaining enemy troops. Waves of blood rose in his wake, leaving behind a trail of screams and scattered, broken bodies.

Just as the fellow thought his scheme had succeeded, a hand reached out from the side and caught the silver star coin.

Moreover, they had begun to trust Mo Bai, for they could now perceive that Nie Zhen was a human and not a supernatural entity, confirming Mo Bai’s deduction.