Chapter One Hundred: The Long Spear Breaks the Formation

“Ah!”

The young Taoist hesitated only for a moment before Fang Xiao’s copper headband lashed out fiercely.

It struck squarely on his back!

Although Fang Xiao had held back, refraining from channeling the Dragon and Tiger Qi,

The sudden, intense pain still forced the young Taoist from Qingfeng Temple to let out a sharp, agonized scream.

He collapsed forward onto the ground, tears welling in his eyes as he wailed, “Stop, stop hitting me! I’ll tell you!”

Fang Su Ming furrowed his brows tightly. Shi Jin’s mastery of the blade exceeded his expectations. In his mind, swordsmanship was supposed to be unparalleled bravery, dominated by overwhelming strength and rigidity. Yet Shi Jin had managed to soften the steel with gentleness, elevating the power of his divine skill to its highest form through the perfect balance of hardness and softness.

Bian Bufuo and Wan Wan both felt a jolt deep within. This matter was a dark secret between the two of them, yet Kou Zhong had casually revealed it, unsettling their minds unexpectedly.

“Duan Feng, what do you want? I haven’t done anything to you!” Yang Juechen was momentarily taken aback, then hurriedly said.

Since returning from the backyard, Yan Jin had remained silent, resting alone in his room.

“How does he know these things?” Duan Feng’s brows immediately knitted together, his fists clenching tightly.

Today, she was desperate and grasped at straws, recruiting this wind-chasing youth rampant on the internet to pretend to be her boyfriend. But now she suddenly realized this boy harbored mysteries she had never understood.

But unfortunately, it was too late. He was struck and sent flying, blood spurting from his mouth.

Ouyang Ke sneered, “For someone like you, I, Ouyang Ke, am invincible. Today, I’ll give you a chance—show me three moves first, so you can die with understanding.” Folding his hands behind his back, he adopted a stance that said, “Attack as you wish, I won’t fight back.”

“No, you dare!” Jiang Chong, sensing the firebird’s condition, shouted fiercely to stop him, but it was already too late.

I witnessed clearly as the sound of the blade piercing flesh echoed in my ears, leaving me stunned.

“Unexpectedly, you even know Tao the Superstar!” The greasy man’s expression grew sly as he eyed Tao Jing and Asang up and down, reaching out with ill intentions.

The “Shadow” ceased its assault, instead controlling the Heipajeton larva to slowly approach Gao Si, who, wracked with pain, could barely move a step, helplessly watching the deformed face imbued with primeval chaos inch closer. They were now face to face.

The prompt ringing in Ling Bai’s mind filled him with joy. His soul power had long surpassed level seventy, though the exact level would only reveal itself upon acquiring the seventh soul ring. But it was definitely not inferior to Hu Liena’s. Now, with his soul power rising another level, he was drawing ever closer to level eighty.

Jian Maoxun’s casual mention of “friend” sent a chill through Lin Man’s body. How could she forget? They were merely friends after all. Jian Maoxun’s willingness to help her was only out of respect for Shangguan Wanbai.

Dongfang Shuo rubbed his bald head. Setting aside everything else, he already knew which disciples would be the hardest to manage—those who raised their hands first were certainly troublesome, but the most difficult was likely the one who didn’t raise theirs at all. Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he thought, this batch of mentees would be quite a challenge.

“You’ve truly disappointed me.” The pain in Yun Yi’s mind vanished suddenly, his bloodshot eyes devoid of sorrow, murmuring endlessly the last words of Hua Yue.

Wang Tai did not concentrate his cannons in one direction but spread them across four. This made the setup more flexible and maneuverable. If anyone attempted a sneak attack, the direction of the cannon could be adjusted instantly.

Hearing someone call his name, Ye Yan turned toward the source of the voice and indeed saw the young man who looked remarkably like him.