Chapter 57: The Unjust

For the multitude of Buddhist patriarchs of the Shimen sect, as long as they could immediately return to the Eight Treasures Lingshan, they remained utterly indifferent as to whether Lu Ya perished or not.

"Then, Uncle-Master, could you upgrade the intermediate Four Symbols formations in each mining area to advanced Four Symbols defensive formations? That way, we could fend off much fiercer spirit beasts, or even savage beasts, and hold out much longer should any invasion occur." Hearing that Lu Deming was going to guard the main mining area, Guobao seized the opportunity to propose this.

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"Yes, Grand Elder." Upon hearing this, the saber-browed monk and the other two nodded, immediately summoning their flying magic tools and hurtling toward the mountain gate of the Wanqian Sect.

Suddenly, he saw the crimson spear in Yang Zaixing's hand undulating around him like a spiritual snake, batting away the three incoming arrows with the flat of the blade in the blink of an eye.

Why was it that Mokuen, usually so reliable and steady, lost her composure completely whenever she encountered Michiru?

Knowing that Shen Jingxuan was only worried about her, Shen Qingwu gently pushed away the hand he had extended to grab her, forcing a pale, strained smile at the corners of her mouth as she spoke to him.

Once the high-grade flying sword struck the base and produced a sharp, metallic clanging sound, the core pillar of the formation could be located. This core pillar had been buried by the high-ranking cultivators of the Wanqian Sect in former times. Having detected its position, Guobao immediately leaped down into the deep cavern to study the formation's core pillar.

Take domestic anti-government armed forces, for instance; countless people had suffered deeply because of them in the past. It was only through this joint cleanup operation by government forces and the US military that they were nearly eradicated once and for all.

He stopped singing, and even ceased paying attention to the entertainment industry altogether. He neglected his own voice completely, and whenever he missed his wife, he would smoke frantically and drink heavily.

Terrified to the extreme, the burly man watched as the bloody maw closed in, only to see the ferocious beast emit a miserable howl and suddenly plummet to the ground. When he came to his senses, he saw that one of the beast's front legs had been cleanly severed, blood spurting profusely.

Sensing the presence of Zhiyu, Su Jiuxia suddenly erupted into motion, pulling Kisara behind him with one hand. The formidable dragon pressure radiating from his entire body whipped up violent gales in the artificial forest, causing the leaves to rustle incessantly.

After chatting with old Wang in a vague and muddled manner, old Wang hurriedly hung up the phone.

Records regarding the Buddha Burial Island were scarce, mostly passed down through oral tradition, yet it was widely recognized as the true resting place of the Buddhist heritage.

Unfortunately, Minsu's grandmother accepted the money and chose to "forgive," leaving Minsu unable to testify.

Following the initial surge of ecstatic joy came a wave of doubt: according to the information he had gathered, didn't each advancement in cultivation technique only yield a thirty to fifty percent improvement?

Along the winding, thirty-six-kilometer mountain road, Li Wei ran back and forth twice and had already memorized every curve completely. With his eyes closed, every single bend emerged vividly in his mind.

"Junzhuo, let me ask you something." Looking at Xiao Junzhuo, who was meticulously inspecting the exterior at the stone entrance, Qinghuan probed tentatively.

By the time Xiao Chen and the others finished examining these reliefs, they had unconsciously reached the bottom of the main hall's front chamber.

Realizing his own lapse, Wu Liang patted his head—whose thought processes had been thrown out of whack by that ghostly name—and shook it vigorously.

Merlin checked carefully once more, yet failed to find any trace of magic whatsoever. The environment of this planet was remarkably similar to that of ancient Qiming Star, right down to the ambient energy flowing through it.

Witnessing this scene, Qiye Chenyan instantly pivoted his body and began darting behind one massive tree after another, apparently hoping to use the trunks to fend off the terrifying attacks of the ferocious beast.

The rest of the Ouyang family also perked up, eager to see whether Su Ming possessed a truly unyielding spine.

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Damn it! This wretched thing was not only stubborn, but it also bit with vicious strength. If he hadn't been wearing gloves today, the skin would have been broken through. Rubbing the mark left by the bite on his palm, Wu Liang muttered a curse under his breath.

Then, the bandits and merchants waiting nearby for the two mages to decide the victor watched in absolute horror as everything at the epicenter of the explosion was ground into fine sand. Even the earth down to a depth of five or six meters beneath the surface was reduced to the same state, making it difficult to find anything larger than a centimeter in radius.

Moreover, Tang Mu had a lingering intuition that leading humanity's rise would bring him immense benefits in the future. Although, given his current strength, even the Main God avatar could not calculate the exact specifics of these advantages, Tang Mu trusted this intuition deeply.

The Ghost King was shrouded entirely in pitch-black ghost qi, suspended in mid-air like a supreme demon god.

Under the meticulous observation of Wu Liang's Mind's Eye, Lord Snake—whose danger perception was extraordinarily acute—became increasingly paranoid. Not only did he instruct Kabuto to turn up the indoor lighting, but he also doubled the number of guards to thoroughly search the entire Southern Hideout from top to bottom.

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Hearing Guo Jingshan's words, even these naval generals, who had weathered countless storms, could no longer maintain their composure.

Though the system had changed, the detailed reward and punishment regulations thoroughly thrilled these experts who had dedicated the latter half of their lives to working for the Red Soviet. For experts who had ventured abroad purely for the money in the first place, being able to earn even more wealth was, after all, their ultimate goal.

Furthermore, the walls of the Haitang Clubhouse could not withstand the wrath of the God of Fire either; a massive cannonball tore straight through the masonry, leaving a gaping, colossal breach in its wake.

Holy cow! This was something Ekko hadn't anticipated at all. His Charm stat had surged by a cool 20 points, skyrocketing his total Charm to 93. Fuck, this figure was the highest among everyone he had ever laid eyes on. Am I the God of Charm now? Ninety-three! Isn't this practically defying the heavens?