Chapter 115: Fighting His Way to Qualification

As the morning sun rose, ten cushions emitted a faint glow in front of the massive Martial Arts Monument, which stood hundreds of feet tall. One seat, however, was already taken; it belonged to Yan Qing, the Shura Blade.

Yan Qing had secured his place after a duel with a disciple of the Heavenly Spirit Valley. The defeated disciple, having shed his former arrogance and sense of superiority, now cast a wary glance at the surrounding martial artists.

"Who dares to challenge me?"

The disciple from Heavenly Spirit Valley, his eyes sharp as a falcon’s, scanned the crowd and issued the first challenge. As his voice faded, a stir rippled through the onlookers.

"Move aside!"

Accompanied by a booming, resonant voice, a figure pushed through...

"What did you say? Say that again if you have the guts!" Gao Fei glared at the man, his eyes flashing with intense murderous intent.

Indeed, after this exchange initiated by Tai, Ye Chu’s initial fortune of over ten billion in merit was now reduced to a mere 210,000. He reckoned that had it not been for the fact that these remaining points couldn't be traded for anything useful, even this much would not have been left.

Furthermore, this album was of exceptionally high quality; among its five tracks, three were major hits, earning it great popularity and a high volume of sales from casual listeners.

"Whether it is the White Bird Clan or this Hundred Birds Pavilion, it will ultimately be destroyed by my hand today." True enough, Ye Chu’s appearance served to verify the future he had glimpsed through the art of heavenly secrets.

Although these were merely legends, Ye Chu had prepared himself for the possibility that what he saw and heard might differ from the tales; after all, legends are just legends and cannot be treated as absolute fact.

However, such tactics were entirely insufficient for the warriors of the Dragon Tooth Special Forces at this moment.

"This time, I have accepted Lady Wang’s invitation to act as an elder and offer my unsolicited advice. I am not a professional judge, after all."

Yet, ever since he began practicing the Path of Betrayal, his temperament had become increasingly elusive, much like the unpredictable sea. No one could fathom what he was thinking, nor could they be certain if a decision he made in one moment would be retracted in the next. It was precisely because of this.

Upon hearing the grief-stricken roars of the two Holy Sons, everyone finally snapped back to reality. Most of them drew a sharp breath, a cold sweat breaking out across their backs.

About an hour later, hundreds of millions of immortals entered the spatial vortex. As the last immortal departed, the vortex slowly faded and finally closed completely.

I knew he was unwilling to speak. At first, I thought this place was merely unwelcoming, but seeing Mr. Yin appear here, I feel that the situation is not as simple as I once believed. I fear this is why Zhang Zi’ang insisted I stay behind—he must have already discovered something.

Pacing back and forth twice, he slammed his fist against the table. "What on earth is going on with Xiao Ran?" He had a nagging feeling that Xiao Ran’s sudden investigation into HC was heading in a specific direction.

The masked man was, of course, Dary. He glanced to his left and right and let out a cold, mocking laugh.

Wang Chaoyang leaned casually against the car, his right hand already guiding a steel pick into the keyhole of the van.

It seemed he had let something slip. Xiao Xia lowered her head, torn between wanting to bite off her own tongue.

Xiao Ran rubbed his head, cursing himself silently. Damn it, what was he doing? He had actually wanted to kiss her just now. It was a good thing she had pushed him away, otherwise... He looked at her with amusement. "It's nothing," he said, before stepping back and closing the passenger door.

Meanwhile, a rustling sound drifted from beside the Glyph-Carved Black Bear. It was a Nine-Bone Python, a creature that had already stepped into the Martial King realm, flicking its tongue. Its cold, indifferent eyes glowed with a ghostly green light, sending a chill through anyone who looked upon it.

The corpse fell, kicking up a cloud of dust. Dary retreated a few steps in panic, gulping as his heart hammered violently against his ribs.

Just then, Ye Zhenzhen’s phone rang. She picked it up and saw it was a call from the musician Zhao Cheng.

"Fanzi, even though the Shadow Legion is finished, I heard that their investors have formed a club and recruited everyone from the Shadow team," Luo Ye said.