Chapter 1162: Palace Interior

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Qi Yuheng's body trembled, but he quickly remembered something. He turned his head and, seeing that it was indeed Qianxing's reincarnated form, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

"Although he wasn't the first to clear it, he was at least going to finish."

Although Chen Xingxing's face showed disappointment, he didn't turn around and leave immediately. He always finished what he started in games, only moving on to a new one after completing the current one.

With that, he stepped past Qi Yuheng and reached the final platform.

This ruin was a secret known only to a few influential figures from the major sects. It had been initiated and constructed by a high-ranking individual from the Heavenly Dao Institute eight hundred years ago.

When it was time to say goodbye, I hugged each of my brothers. Zhang Jie and Yuan Dong were fine; although it was unlikely they would join me in high school, at least we would still see each other often. However, some of the other brothers were moving away or joining the army, and this farewell truly meant we might never see each other again.

Lin Yihan could hardly believe it. He had practiced his 'Internal Fist' for sixty years before developing 'True Qi'. Wang Bing, being so young, certainly couldn't have cultivated True Qi. So, if he hadn't developed True Qi, where did Wang Bing get such immense strength to contend with him?

"Nakata-kun, do you realize that what you're doing could easily attract the attention of the Yanhuang government? If it ruins our plans, can you bear the responsibility?" The young man's features were sharply chiseled and coldly handsome, with extremely thick eyebrows. As he spoke, a cold glint flickered in his eyes, making him seem unapproachable.

Guan Xintong paused. She wanted to refuse but had no strength to push him away. Finally, she slowly closed her eyes. Even lying on the bed, she felt her body was light and uncontrollable, her mind unable to think, and she even experienced a sense of dizziness. This feeling, suppressed in her heart, made Guan Xintong frown deeply.

"Chuchu, since there aren't any announcements recently, just take a good rest for a while." The assistant also felt that Chuchu needed a break.

Just then, outside the metal mountain range, the void trembled slightly, and a spatial rift suddenly appeared.

At this moment, witnessing the Evil Sword Master act again, the fear in her heart deepened considerably.

If word of this got out and their coach and Captain Zhao Zou found out, he wouldn't know where to put his face. When he had left, he had vowed that he wouldn't need the coach or captain; he alone, with eight team members, could go to Ninth High School and thoroughly defeat their school team.

"Yiyi, tell me, am I very unfaithful?" Xing Fuchen asked, looking seriously into her eyes.

Liren burst into laughter, saying, "You cunning Fang Ning! Hahaha!" Fang Ning merely curled the corners of his lips.

"Master! All the prisoners from the prefectural jail have revolted! They're yelling that they're coming to the prefecture to capture you, Master, and skin you alive!" the butler exclaimed anxiously from outside.

"You're lecturing me? Who told you to come here? There's a restroom downstairs too!" Long Ling demanded.

Over three days and three nights, Chang Shengtian was repeatedly pushed to the brink by Wang Chaoxiao's 'Underworld Fusion Destruction Palm', but each time he narrowly escaped using his unparalleled 'Mystic Combat Three-Step Wind Shadow'. Eventually, Wang Chaoxiao restored his wind and lightning magic, channeled battle aura into his meridians, and finally unleashed his 'Underworld Fusion Demonic Martial Meridian Yang Finger', severely wounding Chang Shengtian.

Hearing this, everyone, including Leng Jianfeng, was stunned. Leng Jianfeng had just been worried that Shi Yan wasn't in Shaolin, but now Liaoming had revealed it. Why? What was he planning?

After lingering by the lotus pond for a while, his figure suddenly vanished into thin air, as if he had evaporated. If anyone had witnessed it, they would surely have thought they had seen a ghost.

"Innate Combat Skill?" Not only was the Golden Lion King startled, but all the other demon kings also watched Lang Hongxiang in immense shock, awaiting his confirmation. After all, innate combat skills were truly extraordinary for demon beasts.

"Go call them all here. Once the people from Emei and Huashan arrive, we can depart!" Shi Yan said, listening to their conversation.

The seven men drew closer. The young man slowly lowered his head, gently closed his eyes, and a few tears seemed to trickle from them. The weapons of the seven large men were now only five or six meters away from him; it seemed the young man was surely doomed. However, at this life-or-death moment, several piercing metallic clashes of blades rang out.

In the Snow Leopard Military District compound, Ding Yuhan, who was walking along the road, suddenly felt a pang of heartache. She heard two gunshots and, looking in the direction of the sound, realized it was the newly arrived recruits undergoing target practice.

During the Ming Dynasty, mining operations were both state-run and privately run. The "private" mines, however, were actually operated by powerful families, and sometimes even the imperial family itself. This time, Bai Xiaode went to a privately run mine to acquire laborers. The miners didn't come alone; their entire families were brought along.

"Don't move!" Tang Jue said with a tense face, entering the bedroom and placing her directly on the bed. Qiqi felt wronged and scared; the moment he released her, she grabbed the quilt and wrapped her trembling self in it.

At that moment, on the front plaza of the manor's hotel, all the disciples of the Enforcement Hall had gathered. Leading them were Yuan Ya, with short golden hair and a black leather jacket, and Li Liang, whose muscles looked as if they would burst through his tight clothing.

Although there were no students in the audience, when Yu Yunyun faced the empty rows of seats, she acted as if they were filled with attentive students. Combined with her modulated voice and rich body language, the overall effect of her lecture far surpassed Lu Yixian's previous outstanding performance.

Such a soul realm expanded Jiang Chen's sensory range to two thousand three hundred meters. He could also instantly teleport anywhere within that same two thousand three hundred-meter radius.

Zhu Houwei immediately said, "Land?" "Land?" Hongzhi and Zhu Houzhao asked simultaneously, feeling somewhat incredulous.

The Tongtian Realm was filled with powerful individuals, yet even a grand master of the Heavenly Emperor's Ninth Heaven couldn't create such a terrifying commotion.

The latter half of his sentence was directed at Li Junjie, who replied with a smile, "Of course, of course. Please rest assured, Master of the Sect."

"Oh, so that's how it is! No wonder. I was thinking Donglin and the capital are thousands of miles apart, yet you two became familiar," the boy said with a smile, then shared a drink with me.