Chapter 57: Those Fit to Serve as Court Censors Truly Possess Both Sharp Tongues and Iron Wills!

"You're launching a sneak attack on us?"

The leader of the men in black couldn't help raising his voice an octave. Clearly, they were the ones who had come to assassinate, so why had the tables suddenly turned?

"Humph, idiots!"

This single sentence provoked the remaining two men in black beyond endurance. Originally, they hadn't intended to take Zhang Tianyou's life, but since he acted with such ruthlessness, they had no one else to blame!

Murderous intent flashed instantly in their eyes as they rushed forward and thrust their weapons straight toward Zhang Tianyou in the sedan chair.

Ever since Yoshiko had a falling out with Xia Yonglin and completely severed ties with Xia Yingquan, no one told her anything about the Xia family, leaving her with no choice but to chase after Qin Suwen.

Hearing the sound, the restless stone stopped. It calmed down, its hollow, lifeless eyes staring straight at Fang Tianqi as a low growl rumbled from its throat.

A dormant dragon thus flew silently out of this arena, descending into the Six Paths of Samsara outside.

The so-called ten thousand swords were all condensed from the caster's own sword Qi. Naturally, unleashing ten thousand blades of sword Qi at once possessed formidable power, but it also came with the drawback of requiring a much longer period of recuperation after a single use.

Upon contacting space, the formation's origin runes instantly transformed into void formation runes, and an overwhelmingly powerful force of spatial confinement suddenly gathered.

"Reporting to my lord, the second chieftain was severely injured by General Hengsong and escaped in the same carriage as the chieftain, under the protection of the bandit guards. As for the third chieftain of the bandits, his current whereabouts are unknown, though it is presumed he also managed to escape!" Li Feng said.

Canglong felt as though he had stepped into an utterly dark world, a realm filled with endless gloom where nothing else could be seen.

"To be able to discover me, the speed at which you grow is terrifying." Hall's gentle voice rang out in the room. Immediately afterward, the space beside Patriarch Fersur distorted slightly, and Hall's figure abruptly appeared.

"Ha..." Naga let out a low gasp, her pair of purple, pupil-less eyes matching her delicate and fair face, while her serpentine tail below her slender waist twisted and coiled, stretching over ten meters in length.

"General Meng, what are you saying? How can this be blamed on you? We should be thanking General Meng instead. If General Meng hadn't arrived in a timely manner today, Master Zhao would have been in grave danger," Shen Fan said.

"I find it strange. Although I've crossed paths with her a few times, we've never spoken and definitely don't know each other. For her to invite me is rather peculiar," Ye Junmian shook his head.

Both of the guardian-level suicide fighters were around the fifth stage of the Heavenly Spirit Realm, yet Jiang Chen could easily handle them... Then what kind of realm had Jiang Chen's strength actually reached?

Fang Pingying looked at Liu Fengsheng with somewhat complicated feelings. She felt she had made her words quite clear, but Liu Fengsheng seemed not to have understood at all; by the look of him, he had not given up.

"The truth of what happened back then has yet to be investigated thoroughly, so it's still uncertain whether they are family traitors," Sima Lin said.

"There's a battle in the north, which means there must be plenty of wounded soldiers. It'll be just the right place to test my medical skills. I'm going to the north!" Long An'an said loudly, looking rather pleased with herself.

After more than four years passed in the Soul Pagoda, which was less than half a year in the outside world, Sima Youyue and Wu Lingyu had successfully tamed three thousand primeval spirit beasts.

Seeing Fang Xiu on the verge of a nervous breakdown, Fang Pingying immediately stepped forward to pull her close, whispered a few words of comfort, and told her not to worry, assuring her that things wouldn't turn out as badly as she imagined in the end.

Jiang Ning'er's legs snapped directly, but far from being angry, a cold smile crept onto her face.

Mo Yufei also returned to a state of single-minded cultivation. Naturally, by this moment, he had already established corresponding mental resonance with every member of the great formation.

This sweeping, eerie snow could not only pierce through a cultivator's protective spiritual energy, but also ignore any defensive barrier designed for shielding and isolation. Even the divine artifact, the Ten-Wounds Umbrella, had become a "broken umbrella" leaking snow everywhere within this spatial domain, completely helpless against those palm-sized snowflakes. The situation was exceptionally tricky.