Volume 1, Chapter 25: Who Did It

As Qin Junxi lowered the formation disk, a curtain of light instantly enveloped the undersea city.

Violet electrical arcs surged like thousands of enraged snakes, weaving through the true energy wings of Shangguan Ling'er. Where they passed, they seemed to knit the energy into feathers, expanding her white crane wings into massive swan wings spanning seven or eight zhang.

Rustle, rustle. The earth groaned as if a ferocious beast were hidden deep within, shaking with fury. As the branches of the Dragon-Blood Tree rained down, Liu Tuo delivered a kick that snapped the massive trunk—which would have required three men to encircle—causing it to crash to the ground and stir up a dust cloud like a sudden storm of wind and thunder.

Shi Junyue, a rare prodigy in the martial world, possessed a unique talent: he could learn through combat. After exchanging a few moves with an opponent, he could adopt their style, evolving and integrating it into his own swordsmanship. This technique, a form of restorative recreation, was dubbed the "Phantom Shadow Follower Sword."

The reason Duan Yucheng was so astonished was that they had departed from Qin Junxi’s location that very morning.

At the time, his son was nine years old. Because he was bloodthirsty by nature, he had named the boy "Tutu," a rather unconventional choice. Even now, he remained uncertain if Tutu was his biological son, but he regretted nothing—blood or not, he was the child he had raised.

He was about to hang up the phone, but before he could, Danny saw a car speed past him in a blur.

"Yes, yes, Teacher, I understand!" Chen Long whispered. "You damn old fool, if you weren't my teacher, I would have beaten you so hard your own mother wouldn't recognize you!" Liang Hua cursed inwardly. Who could remain calm after being called a useless fool, especially someone like Liang Hua, a veteran gang leader?

As the primary metropolis of the Flaming Sun Empire, the Imperial City housed millions. Even with hundreds of thousands of soldiers pouring in, it did not feel the least bit crowded.

Everyone looked at Qi Yu, curious about the same thing. Given the recent situation, if Qi Yu had intended to pursue, the octopus creature would never have escaped.

The arena had already collapsed significantly from countless battles; had Guan Lingyun’s finger strike landed, it would have leveled everything to the ground.

"Are you truly going to Qilai Peak?" Although Wanli Zhuifeng had decided to disclose the information, he still posed this question to Hua Qingyi and the others.

Meanwhile, Fu Can’s condition finally improved slightly. The cold poison had been purged from his face, revealing his pale skin.

Sikong Du was supremely confident—convinced that even if he died, he could kill Situ Jiannan. Unfortunately, he was wrong.

"We have not yet confirmed if Xue Boling is truly dead! We cannot retreat!" The Japanese colonel insisted on verifying Xue Boling’s fate.

Fu Can watched him coldly, tore a strip from his own garment, rolled it up slowly, and stuffed it into his mouth, biting down hard.

As everyone panicked, they saw Hua Qingyi leap in through the window of Wangjing Tower. Upon seeing him, Ai Xiang'er was so overjoyed she was at a loss for words, merely gazing at him as her eyes welled with moisture.

"Elder Cang, what is happening?" Zhao Wushuang asked, his face a mask of shock and confusion, unable to contain his anxiety.

Tang Jie swung his Blade of Frost wildly, shattering the two spheres of Primal Force fire in two strikes. Amidst the splashing embers, he lunged straight for Ding Huo.

"I believe you, I believe you! Please don't eat me. I told you, I'm riddled with sickness; eating me will surely ruin your stomach," Weidong pleaded hastily.

As the head of the family, Lin Fei naturally maintained a composed exterior, though he was just as filled with curiosity about this bizarre and surreal world.

Sara was likewise pushed from the high tower, and it was Naruto who saved her. All of this unfolded right before Zhang Ye’s eyes.

By now, Yun Longtian and the others were locked in fierce combat. Although they had achieved some success through their surprise attack, the sheer number of beast-men had them surrounded.

The group, all practitioners at the Celestial Immortal stage, did not hesitate once they made their decision, transforming into streaks of light as they flew toward their destination.

"In that case, let me show you an interesting move as a gesture of courtesy!" Zhang Ye sheathed his Heaven-Lock Zangyue and said with a smile.

That surge of wild sword intent was even more powerful and vast, engulfing the battle platform with boundless, violent, and tyrannical killing intent.

After parting ways with the others, Lin Mu told his parents the news. The elderly couple was naturally overjoyed, though they harbored deep concerns for his safety.

The two ancient beasts rushed to the tree together. Seeing the Bitter-Wheel Fruit gone, they immediately blocked the Three-Eyed tribesmen. The dragon-snake, seeing that the egg it had placed under the tree was also missing, glared at the seven with eyes like lanterns. Turning its body, it whipped its several-zhang-long tail through the air, triggering a sonic boom.

Qin Che was left in the Order Realm to cultivate, while Ye Lei returned to the outside world. After all, there were still many demonic servants in the arena waiting for him to save them; he had plenty of work to do.

Thus, they went to the outskirts, hoping to find someone with a higher cultivation level.

"Rest assured! Even if they possess two immortal artifacts, I will make them regret ever coming here!" Zhou Hui declared, his voice dripping with murderous intent.

Christina and Ming Shanliu did not realize that the Satan Legion was already in dire straits. They hadn't even encountered Count Gishan, let alone fought him.

In the meditation room, Bodhi Patriarch was no longer sleeping but sitting in a standard cross-legged posture. Seeing Guo Qing approach, he smiled and nodded.

Ma Dong’s slightly handsome face, filled with rebellious and wicked charm, was suddenly presented before the crowd.

"The Jade Emperor!" Yi Han was somewhat surprised to find the Jade Emperor still in the Lingxiao Hall, rather than having fled.

In the center of this rainforest, a youth dressed in a black trench coat with red clouds sat cross-legged. His long white hair was tied back, and his handsome, sharp-featured face was rimmed with a golden halo by the sunlight—a sight both stunning and intoxicating.

Faced with a choice between two, Zheng Keng made his decision after some deliberation. He headed toward the Yuheng Formation, signifying his choice of the Taiyin path.

The Yin-Yang Master led everyone behind the screen. Several boys cheered, while Yang Ling spat in disgust several times.

All afternoon, the bandits outside the city walls hurled insults and provocations at those within. Huyan Zhuo watched, seething with rage, repeatedly attempting to ride out and fight, only to be held back by the Murong household.