Chapter 110: Shifting Tides (Second Update)

Inside the cockpit.

Holding the radio, Li Xiaobing shouted rapidly, “All squads, prepare to engage the enemy.”

The next moment, the voices of the other squad members came through the radio.

Shen He leaped directly from outside the cockpit and landed on the deck with a dull thud.

This time, no one tried to persuade Shen He to return to the cockpit.

They had witnessed his strength with their own eyes two days earlier—he surpassed every one of them.

“Master, now that you have seen your parents, it is time to attend to the real business,” the Blood Spirit reminded him.

The three men each gave a sinister laugh. Frowning grimly, they stared at the blue potions in their hands, steeled themselves, and tipped their heads back to swallow them.

This group of disciples entering the Myriad Daos Killing Path had been the one he held in the highest regard. The Golden Radiance Divine Sect had also placed great importance on them. Yet they had been annihilated to the last man, leaving him too ashamed to face the Golden Radiance Divine Sect.

“My name is Qin Jun.” Qin Jun cupped his hands and smiled, but his name caused Su Mingsheng and the other three to stare in shock.

What appeared before their eyes was a desert. Stone pillars stood scattered across it, like the trunks of a forest whose leaves had all vanished, leaving them bare and desolate.

Zhang Zhenkun and the others outside knew that they were about to discuss matters unsuitable for outsiders to hear, which was why they had taken this step. He understood it, but the others did not, and they began whispering among themselves.

“Damn! Is that for real?” Su Mingsheng immediately lost his composure. Although Su Liejie was the foremost figure among the younger generation of the Azure Blue Kingdom, he had yet to break through to the Core Formation Realm. Compared with Qin Jun, who had already attained that realm, he was simply no match.

Zhang Zhen gave a faint laugh. “You need not be so surprised. You and I belong to the same kind.”

The implication was clear: he, too, was a cultivator.

“I do not care what you are thinking, but I will say this: if anyone dares scheme against me behind my back, then you will be the ones abandoning our old friendship first. When that time comes, do not blame me for whatever unpleasant things I may do,” Xiao Kuang said coldly.

It turned out that the Fatty’s head had struck a stone on the ground, leaving a hole in his skull. He showed no reaction at all. His eyes were tightly shut, and his lips had turned purple.

The warriors from Luo Village and Song Village stared wide-eyed when they saw that not a single person from Wang Village had been injured. They could hardly believe it.

Ouyang Ming glanced at Ouyang Guanshou beside him and said coldly, “You have been in seclusion for several hundred years and have paid no attention whatsoever to affairs beyond your doors. After all, the Ouyang family has long established itself in Chaotic Star City, and no one has dared provoke us. But judging from Tian Feng’s tone, it seems something has happened.”

This time, the reward came from Divine Province Academy, drawing countless people into the struggle. It was a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity to obtain a sacred artifact openly, so everyone fought with their lives to seize and capture it.

The Old Man Qi knew that I had already entered deep cultivation. He nodded with satisfaction, then turned to Ran Dongxing and tossed him a bottle as well.

Zhang Xuanchu sat cross-legged in the void, clearly perceiving every detail before him. As joy gradually opened its gates, he began to understand that the great Dao of laws and principles contained the trials of love, the compassion of benevolence, and the source of power.

The corner of Zhang Lian’s mouth twitched. He badly wanted to argue with Gu Feng, but Gu Feng’s words left him speechless.

“So you saw that sparrow acting arrogantly and attacking me without restraint, yet you remained unmoved and simply let it do as it pleased?” Li Feng asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ouyang Bingxue withdrew her blade of aura. The blood from her heart hovered in the center of her palm, gleaming like a red crystal. Then she pointed at it with her other hand.

As he spoke, the young master of the Heavenly Demon Star began to laugh. His smile contained both wicked intent and an indescribable meaning. It lasted only a moment before he concealed it, leaving no one aware of what had passed through his mind.

“Bring out your weapon. That way, if you lose, you will not be able to claim that I relied on my weapon to defeat you,” Xue Meng said arrogantly.

As the saying went, if one could not afford to provoke someone, one could at least avoid them. Su Chaoliu immediately withdrew her hand and stepped back. Zhuge Ningning’s fist grazed past her cheek, scraping the skin and drawing blood.