Chapter 50: Who am I? I am his brother!

It seemed inevitable he would be beaten today. The burly men surrounded Su Xuanhao, leaving him with no way to escape, even if he grew wings. The leader grinned menacingly, “Young Master Zhao said to beat him within an inch of his life. If he dies, it’s on him, and there’s a reward for us. Brothers, go!” With that, the men prepared to strike, each ready to begin…

Beneath the billowing skirts stirred by the wind, a vast encampment sprawled across the broad Forest of Life, tents densely arranged in every direction. With a dull, thunderous crash, the eight fierce adversaries were forced to stagger back, unable to withstand the onslaught. “Send more men,” the old man said, his anger obvious even through his mask.

When the Buddha gazed into the distance, or turned to look back upon the past, what he saw was endless hope and light.

The Star Hunters left Shangri-La, muttering curses at the unreliable “experts,” at the burgeoning ranks of competitors sprouting like bamboo after rain, but never at their own greed—always dreaming of sudden wealth.

“You have the nerve to talk! You just pretended for a bit. If you weren’t a man, you wouldn’t know this pain!” Qin Fen glared at Fang Li, his words harsh and accusing.

If he could have a Saint-level cultivator as a bodyguard, then even the Heavenly Secrets Sect would face resistance; at least, he wouldn’t be so helpless as he was now.

“Glad you understand. Don’t ruin my plan. This is the fruit of generations of our family’s labor.” The old man closed his eyes again, seeming on the verge of sleep.

Both masters had broken their oath and descended the mountain for his sake—how could Sun Qian not be moved?

Even Xiao Bing, with his resolve to die, felt his heart tremble at that moment; after all, he did not truly wish for death.

Ghost Puman was so delighted he nearly shouted out; he hadn’t expected his cultivation to have reached this level.

After a while, a creak sounded from the courtyard, and a figure vaulted onto the wall, darting west. In the blink of an eye, Ye Suiyun could no longer see who it was. Three more figures followed, leaping onto the wall and chasing the first; they were the thieves from Fishwood Village. Ye Suiyun launched himself after them, trailing at the rear.

If the seal were breached, the underworld’s shadow gods would be no match for the fiends of the Blood Sea; thus, the seal was not only the realm’s barrier, but their lifeline.

Dragon Fist was stunned, unable to believe Zhu Daqiang’s words; no one would willingly have their five senses sealed, especially during battle.

Some felt resentment in their hearts, but it remained unspoken, never daring to reveal their dissatisfaction.

The air was quiet, perhaps because hearts were so close. Wei Qingcheng finally broached the topic of Gu Qi, which she had long avoided.

It was precisely because Tong Yan had considered this that he felt so remorseful. Had he anticipated it sooner, he might have found another path, or even returned home.

Chen Taidi finally understood why Hou Yu had asked him to carry him—it was to prepare for the coming battle. A kilometer wasn’t far, but Hou Yu might recover somewhat during the journey.

According to convention, Chen Wanyun shouldn’t have let Wei Wuji leave, but he had his own reasons for doing so.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh… Sixteen Imperial Guards instantly changed targets, charging at Li Yan. The three young prodigies, after a brief pause, leapt back to the side of the Holy Sea Emperor.

The food box slung on her slender arm fell to the ground, fragrant dishes scattered onto the snowy earth, the juices staining them.

The Bai Li surname was rare in the world. Among the martial world’s alliance, three fortresses, and twelve sects, the leader bore that name. Bai Li Yu was a born martial genius; at age three, he could recite all his family’s martial classics, began training at five, and by seven his skills rivaled those who had practiced decades. Now, his internal strength was even deeper.