Volume 1 Chapter 25: Duan Xiadong Chooses to Let Matters Rest

On the Music Star, the majority of people lead lives just like ordinary folks. Those who can join bands and become musicians performing flash concerts everywhere are, after all, only the few who truly possess talent.

The musical effect of the Requiem is to unleash extreme musical power by erasing one's own existence. Erasing existence, however, also means being unable to survive in this world. Thus, when Dongmen Qian and her companions performed the Requiem, they were directly excluded from the world as their existences were erased.

The four finally finished their struggle, brushed the dust from their bodies, and followed the blue light spots forward. Yet, having taken only a few steps, they discovered through the glow of the Fire Spirit Beast staff that the passage ahead had also been sealed off by metallic deadwood.

Looking at Bai Pianpian in his arms—who lacked the peerless dominance and carefree spontaneity of her past, appearing instead innocent, pure, and shy—Zhou Zixiu found himself lost in thought once more, staring at the index finger he had just used to tap her nose.

Consequently, as Sterling started his run, a simple pass allowed Zhuo Yang to face only Ghoulam during the counterattack.

"Gentlemen, I have just received news that the Emperor has passed away!" After taking his seat in the grand armchair at the head of the parlor, Li Hongyu scanned the ministers who were gazing at him with curiosity and announced in a grave tone.

"Still no way..." the Gale Wolf sighed to himself. If he were an angel or demon of high status, perhaps the situation would be different.

"The folks owe Old Man Chen five thousand taels in fishing taxes, three thousand taels to rescue our brothers from prison, and two thousand taels for the brothers to celebrate the New Year." The burly man hesitated for a moment upon hearing this, then spoke with earnestness; he was not afraid to tell Li Hongyu these things anyway.

In a corner of the Dark Mountain, there stood a colossal black stone dragon head, fully one hundred meters tall, its gaping maw large enough to swallow two heavy trucks. It was less a statue of a dragon head and more an entrance. The two walked one after the other into that gaping maw.

The environment in this settlement was far from pleasant, and many people were living in conditions not nearly as good as one might imagine.

Ye Mu was also stunned. He understood the principle that human strength has its limits. Yet, the Chief was already at the absolute peak of human capacity; if even he could not accomplish it, who else could?

Shu Feng looked down at the Supreme Demon Lizard below. It was only then that he noticed that although the lizard was still chewing its food, its eyes, reflecting the moonlight, were clearly fixed on his position.

Liu Ao had by now recognized that among this group were several masters of large martial arts academies. Although he was not very familiar with them, they were fellow travelers in the martial arts world, and he truly could not fathom why these respectable martial artists would come to smash his academy in the middle of the night.

Just as Brigade Commander Matsuyama Hiroyoshi ordered his troops to advance toward the Ancheng line, the Beizhuang Town, which was under the jurisdiction of Zaozhuang and bordered Linyi, was raided by the Eighth Route Army the following night, and the garrison there was also completely wiped out.

"Hahaha, good! All forces, attack! This time, with one strike, we shall slaughter these detestable demon warriors. Once we kill them, we can march directly toward Chilian City," Lan Weidao commanded.

However, Bai Qi and the others had not yet received their titles. Ye Hao intended for the titles of Bai Qi, Zhuge Liang, and the others to be finalized in one go, granting them the ranks of Duke or Prince.

All along, Ye Mu had prided himself on his profound martial arts, rarely finding an equal among Grandmasters. The only ones who could force him to fight for his life were the likes of Zhang Zhen and Gu Yanlie. Therefore, he did not hold certain people in any regard, including the hemp-clad man before him.

Just now in the room, Yun Yan had heard a bit of the conversation outside. Is Liu Mulin ill? Recalling the weak, pale appearance of Liu Mulin when she last saw her, it stood to reason. But why did she want to see her?

"I had long since realized that Master was no ordinary person. Master is an absolute supreme expert," Ding Haijian laughed.

Zhang Shaozhuo did not make a sound, yet the other party seemed to be watching him at every moment. The moment Zhang Shaozhuo opened his eyes and regained consciousness, the other party spoke.

The Li woman rambled on endlessly in front of Zhang Shaozhuo, but he barely took it in. He was waiting the whole time; finally, only when that person mentioned something about a "cult" did Zhang Shaozhuo return to his senses.

Yu Hao blocked a strike for An Nuoyan and was severely wounded again, suffering multiple fractures, with his arms shattered. In several places, broken bone splinters had even pierced through the skin of his arms.

When the golden light entered Ye Fan's consciousness, he discovered that a map had appeared within his sea of consciousness. This map was the complete layout of Purple Mountain, clearly marking the terrain, topography, and various dangerous zones.

The arrival of the Ancient Underworld Era plunged the Nine Realms into a dark period. The living beings of the Nine Realms were ruled by the Ancient Underworld clan, living in brutality and despair.

When Yan Lingjiao handed the list to the Tathagata Buddha, the Jade Emperor beside him glanced at it, his heart skipping a beat. Peerless techniques such as the Golden Body of Vairocana, the Buddha Kingdom in the Palm, and the Great Sun Tathagata Sutra were still valid.

The sky gradually turned to dusk, and the afterglow of the setting sun stretched across the western horizon. The distinct, layered halos looked extremely beautiful, painting the distant peaks in layers of red clouds, exceptionally eye-catching.

The golden fist possessed a tremendous, rigid, and powerful force. The assassin who had been dragged out was wrapped entirely in black, with only a pair of extremely cold eyes exposed.