Chapter 44: A Monster of the Nascent Soul Stage

The expressions on everyone's faces instantly turned solemn.

After all, he was a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. Meanwhile, the Quail brothers stared blankly in the direction of the voice, their eyes turning slightly red.

Their eldest martial brother would naturally not lie to them, but their master had always treated his disciples the best. How could they not feel distressed seeing their master reduced to such a state now?

The footsteps grew closer and closer, nearer and nearer...

By this time, everyone could finally see the newcomer clearly. That person cut quite a striking figure.

Ye Wanyue wandered the streets for a long time, wishing she could search the entire imperial capital of Dongwu inside out, yet she still failed to find her son.

Passing the trial should have been a joyous occasion, but no one could bring themselves to be happy. Too many people had died in this trial; a majority of the elites from every sect had perished within it.

Those of high status remained in the mortal realm to deal with those major troubles. The ones who descended this time were all elite figures from various sects.

Who would have thought that just as he untied a button, the room's lights suddenly dimmed. Immediately after, he felt his body go rigid, remaining frozen in his previous posture like a clay sculpture.

Every single one was a unique force of cosmic law. As long as he could comprehend these laws, Wang Wu could touch the threshold of the divine tier.

He said to the three of them with utmost seriousness, "Shan Jin has come in such a rush, most likely because of the iron ore that the Second Uncle and the others took away."

In that split second, the surrounding space was completely engulfed by thunder attribute energy, and the remaining six monarchs who were originally flying in the sky also descended to the ground one after another.

Having made themselves independent, just how formidable a power could they wield, and how many genuine chances of survival could they truly possess?

Not a shred of face was spared whatsoever. Thud, thud, thud—every single hit landed squarely on the lava behemoth, leaving absolutely no room for idle chatter.

"Hello? Who is this?" Qin Feng was striving to thoroughly relax his mind and body when the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

Dong Zhuo personally led fifty thousand cavalrymen and one hundred thousand infantrymen, bringing Lu Bu along with his capable generals under his command, as well as Li Ru, Zhang Ji, Fan Chou, and others to guard Hulao Pass.

After finishing his tirade, Sun Qian finally calmed down, no longer as irritable as before. Just as he was about to drive away, he heard his phone ring in his pocket.

After all, he did not want to disrupt Li Erlong's important matters because of himself. However, expecting Wang Xuelan to completely restrain herself without feeling a shred of jealousy or harboring the slightest hostility toward Li Mei was simply out of the question.

The Witch King cursed inwardly, hastily retracting his attack to pull back the mountain-clearing axe while simultaneously retreating his figure.

"When your imperial father ruled as emperor, he was cut from the exact same cloth as the current Yang Guang, knowing only how to drink and make merry every day while the common people suffered immensely. *'Peach leaves, oh peach leaves, crossing the river requires no oars; just cross with no worries, I shall come to greet you.'* Aren't those simply the voices of the common people harmed by your imperial father?" Chen Fan said.

Sun Qian, who was enjoying a shower inside the bathroom, whistled as he rubbed soap over his body, reveling in a bubble bath.

Youtang Village was an ancient village in our Changyi Town with some historical renown, once known as Youtang City. During the Western Han Dynasty, after Liu He, the deposed Emperor of Han, was dethroned, he was exiled to our Changyi Town to spend his remaining years in peace. Entitled the Prince of Changyi, he built an ancient city in Youtang to live leisurely and carefree.

"Hahahaha, what's there to be embarrassed about when Brother Han earns his living by his own skills?" Chen Fan instead chuckled.

At this moment, Chen Hong explained from the side, "That Sicong is an idler in our village, most fond of gambling. Some of the gambling enthusiasts in the village always like to gather around him. In fact, my father as the clan leader once advised them not to indulge in such matters, but alas, they simply wouldn't listen." He sighed with deep emotion as he spoke.

This person... why does he look a bit like Fang Xiyuan? Ling Qi found it hard to stare unabashedly at a stranger, but at a glance, the man before her shared at least an eighty percent resemblance to Fang Xiyuan, except that his age had reached around the level of knowing one's destiny, possessing a great deal more maturity and composure than Shao Xi.

Taking advantage of this opening, Wang Ning leaned forward and groped at a hidden corner beside the sofa armrest. Within mere seconds, Old Dao immediately rushed into the living room with several bodyguards. Because the forces brought by Yu Zhengping were blocked outside, they all reached for the leather holsters at their lower backs, and the situation became instantly hair-trigger.