Volume 1 Chapter 22 How Could Xuanxuan Be an Illegitimate Child

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Above the sea of trees, a streak of green light shot swiftly through the air, trailing a long tail like a meteor.

Zhang Liao charged straight toward the enemy formation and once again began whirling the Green Dragon Hook-Sickle Blade in his hands, rampaging through the ranks. His target, of course, was still their eyes.

Huang Zu felt even more miserable after hearing this. Unable to bear parting with Su Fei, he merely turned away in loneliness and weakly waved his hand.

For Lan Feng to condense an ancient god’s body through the power of an ordinary mortal was nothing short of an unprecedented miracle since the dawn of time.

Yet, astonishingly, Su Fei did not lead his troops back into the city. Instead, he pursued them with his forces. What shocked the White-Plumed soldiers even more was that Su Fei had ordered the city gates closed again.

Although Senior Brother Ma was not a sword cultivator, the sharpness of his flying sword was something the barbarians of the wilderness could never withstand.

“An arrow cannot strike two targets at once. Even the peerless Flying General cannot escape that rule, can he?” Chen Gong said with a smile.

“Rend the Firmament!” A resplendent sword of flame came crashing down with tremendous force. If the middle-aged cultivator did nothing, the blow would surely cleave him in two.

“Senior Fist, Senior Step, it is only when our strength is insufficient that we must defend with all our might. Now that our power has greatly increased, there is no need to fear those foreign races!” Zong Bufan and Fang Zi nodded in agreement. They felt that Xiao Hua’s thoughts matched their own perfectly.

“A moment ago, the Hall Master issued a new mission...” Amid a hoarse voice came the words, “My ancestor has sensed that the Heaven-Deriving Sword has appeared once more!”

Silence fell as everyone seemed to digest the shocking news.

To those outside, Fang Jue seemed to have vanished. Fangfang had come several times, but she had never seen him. When she asked, Xingchuan could only tell her that Fang Jue had gone far away to help gather medicinal herbs.

He had been searching for ghost pearls in this vicinity and had naturally investigated every level. Just a few days earlier, although the yin energy on this level had been dense, it had absolutely not reached such an extent.

Even some of the surviving remnants of the Yulin Tribe had been reduced to almost nothing under the relentless pursuit of the Nine Dragon Sons.

“Not someone to be trifled with?” Wang Qian was utterly bewildered. Could Han Xue actually be some extremely formidable underworld big sister?

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“You’re lying. Be honest and tell me—did you ever like Chunxiu?” Tian Sui-sui pressed relentlessly.

Thinking this, Wu Ming continuously scanned the surrounding area for a target. Sure enough, Heaven favored the diligent. At last, he saw a lone male student arrogantly drive away a timid-looking boy and claim an entire table for himself. A smile appeared at the corner of Wu Ming’s mouth.

To prove his theory, Wang Qian walked up to a huge cobblestone, raised his fist, and struck it down with barely any force.

“Big Sis!” Since there were benefits to be gained, what was wrong with calling her that? Back when he had been undercover, he had done all sorts of outrageous things. With that thought, Wu Ming completely forgot that, moments earlier, his thirty-something-year-old mentality had resisted the idea.

It had to be said that Li Jingchu truly understood Wu Ming. In fact, he had merely wanted to use the fact that she had pushed him into the river as an excuse to avoid the trouble of coaxing her, while taking advantage of the situation for himself.

On the other side, it coiled and writhed like an enormous flood dragon, its entire body covered in thick scales. Two sharp horns crowned its huge python-like head, gleaming with a cold, sinister light. What felt especially strange was that it had only one beastly eye, positioned in the center of its head.

The space in this area seemed to have suffered a violent earthquake, shattered and broken beyond recognition. The terrifying sonic attack crashed forward like enormous waves pounding a shore, destroying everything along the bank.

The catfish monster made a strange sound from its mouth—“Tam, tam”—a moan that might have expressed either pain or pleasure.

“I don’t know. Contact him yourself. Whatever he needs, help him with it. All right, this elder has matters to attend to, so I’ll say no more. Once you’re finished, just send me a response.” Xiong Zhantian seemed somewhat impatient. He forcefully tossed out those words and then stopped paying attention to Li Xiu.

Cao Cheng and Cao Xuantong were both completely stunned. This spear technique was called “Breaking Ten Thousand Troops.” In the past, Cao Cheng had relied on this domineering art to roam the world, undefeated in every battle.

Young Master Wei had originally intended to teach Bai Xue a lesson, but he had never expected a meddlesome hero to appear midway, not only ruining his plan but also saving the entire concert.

“Clap, clap, clap!” The applause was clearly somewhat sparse, though Yang Bo could be seen clapping with all his might.

The catfish monster was clearly overpowering the Thunder-Marked Flame Ape. If not for the flames blazing from the latter’s chest, the fight would have ended long ago.

When the flames finally burned out, the alchemy furnace let out a bang, expelling a cloud of gas before dropping to the ground.

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“Yu Guang?” She naturally knew the name. He was one of the most active directors in Huaguo over the past two years. During that time, the television dramas he had filmed were repeatedly broadcast on all the major provincial satellite channels. He might not have been a household name himself, but if one mentioned the dramas he had directed, almost everyone would know them.

“Yes, Patriarch.” The lean man holding a broad saber replied. His name was Baili Mosu, the foremost expert of the Baili family, and he wielded the broad saber with extraordinary mastery.

At that moment, Yang Yusi was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding Yang Yuyan’s hand, while Du Chenfei sat silently in a chair.

Just then, Wu Yan emerged from the kitchen. She had already prepared the hangover remedy, but when she saw Li Lin’s condition, she knew he was in no state to drink it.

By the light of the flames below, Du Chenfei could see clearly enough. The underground cavern looked, as a whole, much like a pyramid.

Ayase Eli was confused by her twisted reasoning. Only after seeing Tojo Nozomi wave her hand and stroll effortlessly up the stairs did she realize that the girl had been talking nonsense all along. Her so-called reserve was nothing more than a desire to make things easier for herself.

“Courtyard Tree” said coldly as he threw out a Poké Ball. As a flash of light flickered, icy energy instantly transformed into a gale that roared in every direction. In almost an instant, the Iron-Faced Ninja—whose speed had been too fast for the eye to follow—along with Han Zuo and the legs of all his men, were frozen into ice sculptures, unable to move.

Not only that, but the mist did more than impair Richard’s vision; it affected his hearing as well. At that moment, he felt that the surroundings had fallen into complete silence, without even the faintest sound of wind. His expression gradually grew solemn. Yet his footsteps did not stop, and he continued forward.

While everyone was still filled with uncertainty, they suddenly noticed that the Illusory Boundless Formation outside the sect was showing signs of tottering on the verge of collapse.

“It’s far too valuable. Besides, it makes me feel as though I’m trying to repay a favor with another favor. I only called because I wanted to buy a house. I wasn’t asking you to give one to me,” Li Lin explained.

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