Chapter 50: The Destruction of the Wuji Sect

Elder Zhao said with bitter resentment, "Do not push your luck too far. Behind me stands the Infinite Sect!"
Fang Zhiyi let out a weird laugh, "I believe you know the situation of the Void Islands better than I do. Otherwise, why would you have brought so many people in here?"
Elder Zhao looked at Fang Zhiyi in disbelief, as if unable to comprehend what he had just heard. "What do you mean by that?"
Fang Zhiyi slowly replied, "You all cannot leave."
As he spoke—
"We can talk about the rewards later. Let's head down to the base of the mountain first and collect the spoils of war." Zhang Yuan said as he beckoned with a hand and walked out of the cave.
The more than six hundred people who had been absorbed into the inner world were now suffering from varying degrees of assimilation. Lin Xi first created an independent plane within the inner world and then transferred these people into it, much like the process of banishing evildoers into hell.
When they first arrived, the students were filled with anxiety. Could they possibly eat anything more when they were already this full? After having such a magnificent dinner, would they still have the appetite for anything else?
However, apart from the person involved, no one knew that Harry's hand was now gripping a restrained rat.
"I... I'm just too excited." Harry's face flushed a brilliant red, and he fumbled nervously in his backpack to pull out his letter—his luggage was very simple, and a large backpack was more than enough to hold everything, completely eliminating the need for trunks or anything of the sort.
"You are the only one who can attain peace, yet you insist on dragging the entire world into it as an excuse?" Ying Feng said earnestly.
He was now a celebrity in the Federation. If he walked down the street without any disguise, once his identity was recognized, it would cause a massive traffic jam in less than three minutes.
Zhang Yuan gathered all the spoils of war, stood up, looked around, and then headed northwest. As he walked, he checked the dungeon's progress and found that it had already reached ninety-three percent.
In an instant, above the campsite, clusters of fireballs and volleys of arrows shot through the air toward the opposite side.
Just as the two of them reached the peak of their momentum and were about to unleash their ultimate techniques, a voice suddenly cut into their domain of pressure.
That night is recorded in history: Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, was plagued by vengeful ghosts demanding his life, leaving him unable to sleep at night or eat by day. He ordered Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong to guard the gates of his bedchamber to keep the malicious spirits out.
"What kind of person do you take me, Yun Feifei, for? I just think it's very interesting to rob people along with you, and I want to play around with you."
Back in the day, before the primordial chaos had parted and everything was still in a state of primal mist, there was the legend of Pangu splitting heaven and earth. Yet now, as Shen Du slashed his sword forward, it seemed capable of achieving that very same effect.
Wolf Valley possessed nine curves and eighteen bends, winding through meandering ravines. However, the deepest canyon was exceptionally vast, spacious enough to sustain a full cavalry charge.
Hearing this, Luo Xiangdong, Zhang Yuechan, and the others all wore strange expressions as they exchanged glances. They could not quite figure out what this person was trying to accomplish, and for a fleeting moment, they found themselves not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
After a brief silence, when the Fire Kirin swept its gaze across the crowd, everyone within its line of sight cowered into a ball, weeping and begging to surrender, expressing their willingness to cooperate with the Fire Kirin's plundering.
Amidst a sharp, piercing sound of friction, the folding fan snapped open, pressing down right against the tip of Duan Qing's dagger. With a sudden twist of the young man's wrist, the edge of the fan swept directly toward Duan Qing's throat.
In the span of a month, without arousing suspicion, he had converted almost everything within the imperial palace that could be exchanged into points, yet he had still only managed to accumulate a little over three million points.
"My lord, I wanted to say, I wanted to say..." Not fully understanding Zhang Rui's temperament, Zhu Wanqing was afraid that making an unprompted plea might anger him, and if he chose to punish her, the consequences would be more than she could bear. Overcome with a measure of dread, Zhu Wanqing spoke in a soft, tentative voice.
Hearing Zhangsun Wuji's words, Li Er nodded. Knowing it was impossible, he dropped the matter of letting Li Yu and his third sister attend the grand ceremony.