Chapter Ninety-Five: Routed in Utter Defeat

Chapter Ninety-Five: A Crushing Defeat

“What did you say?” The people of the Ancient City all stepped forward at once. However cautious they might normally be, they could not sit still after being so utterly despised.

Jin Dadao, the lord of the Eastern City, somersaulted into the air and leaped out. “Hmph! Even if I am inferior to you, I will never allow you to spout such arrogance again!” With that, he swung his golden saber and hacked at the red-banded elder.

“Hah.” The red-banded elder twisted his mouth into a sneer. “Overestimating yourself.” He struck again with his staff.

Su Jun flicked his spear with a casual sweep. The seemingly powerful beam of light, as though it had met its natural bane, was shattered to pieces, its soul scattered at once, dissolving instantly into pale radiance.

By then, all kinds of sounds had begun to drift in from the street: coughing, whispers, and, more often than not, astonished sighs of shock and admiration.

That night, she suddenly felt that Grandfather had become exceedingly kind and gentle, his brows and eyes benevolent. She knew he was afraid she would not be able to bear the news of Grandmother’s illness and passing, so he had told her some words that seemed brave and strong. Meanwhile, he himself was in agony, yet still forced calmness and comforted her and coaxed her like that. Grandfather had suffered so much.

However, William truly was a master planner. The layout of this sales exposition had been arranged almost entirely in the style of a banquet, so the merchants did not need to be overly restrained. They could learn about the performance of the products on display and the methods of trade with ease. Thus, as hosts, Lan Yu and the others only needed to chat with the merchants a little, and that was enough.

What? For ideals? How much could ideals be worth? If it were truly only for ideals, then take the money and open another one.

Thus, from the very beginning, the Moon Spirit Fairy could be said to have been deliberately suppressed and placed at a disadvantage. Zhang Zhiping, who was desperately holding back Zhang Xusheng at the side, worried endlessly. Compared with the Taoist who had shaken the cultivation world for a thousand years, the Moon Spirit Fairy had no achievements she could point to, so it was only natural that she would invite skepticism.

The face that had once worn a smile was now cold and stern, and between those brows there even seemed to be a trace of anger.

The two guild masters had not never seen staff from the New World before. During the competition, they had also dealt with employees of no low standing, but the young man before them gave off a completely different feeling.

The time that followed, Lindy sank into the world he had imagined, not even attending any events for the New World’s fourth anniversary on November second.

The second time he saw it was when he was fighting the Golden Lion, with his life hanging by a thread. It suddenly appeared and attacked the Golden Lion, allowing Kida to bring Ghost Ghost away in peace.

“Hey, I’m talking to you. Can’t you hear me?” The princess Star Moon’s voice had turned a little angry.

Weapons are not works of art. They are not made merely for decoration or beauty. Weapons are meant to wound and kill, and thus ordinary weapons generally carry a certain ferocity and murderous intent of their own.

The arrival of the three true masters from the Three Immortal Isles plunged everyone into deep dread. As fellow Yellow-tier stars, the Three Immortal Isles were by no means ordinary sects. The strength of the three true masters, Ming Dao, Ming Wu, and Ming Xin, was especially renowned within the Daoist lineage.

“Several hundred years ago, I once had the fortune to see an eminent cultivator transcend his tribulation. It was just like this, exactly the same!” Lei Pan was so excited he could hardly contain himself.

Feng Lang retreated more than ten meters before stopping. Once he had confirmed a safe distance, he watched every movement of the stone spirit puppet with utmost vigilance.

The dragon's roar rose again. A vast luminous dragon coiled high in the heavens, while hazy sword light flowed along the dragon’s shadow. This scene once more sent everyone reeling in shock. Jianming’s mouth fell open as he stared in disbelief at the dragon of light formed from sword intent. The radiance now born of the sword was more terrifying than the sword itself.

“Indeed, you do need a finishing blow, but not to take your life—to preserve it,” Mu Chendong said solemnly.

“I will give you only three days. Three days from now, I will come personally to bring you back. Use these three days to keep your adopted father company well.”