Chapter 52: Do You Wish to Die or to Live?

This punch was delivered by Ye Cheng without the slightest reservation—not only because his family had been insulted, but, more importantly, because he needed to assert his dominance over those in the Martial Sect. An organization so well-stocked with spirit stones could not possibly rely solely on quotas handed down from above; nor was there any institute bold enough to spend more than a billion yuan each month sustaining a host of warriors whose usefulness remained uncertain. Clearly, the Martial Sect must have its own source of income...

Watching Ye Shang cultivate his footwork, Sikong Chu Yu was taken aback for a moment. She too practiced the Dragon Leap Step, but compared to Ye Shang, hers seemed lacking. It could not match his agility, and his movements appeared graceful and effortless.

Within the clan, though the men accompanying her were themselves esteemed sons of the Zhao family, their status and cultivation could not warrant the title of “young master.” Only someone like Zhao Hongliang, blessed with exceptional birth and outstanding talent, could be addressed as such.

After responding to the Dragon Sparrow King, he gripped the Reincarnation Halberd and swung it repeatedly, determined to carve out a bloody path.

The Kirin Demon was flung aside, landing amid the chaos of the ranks. Upon hitting the ground, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and before he could even register the pain, a powerful wave of force surged toward him.

To bring someone of such high cultivation here, it certainly wouldn’t be for ordinary earth fire; only earth fire of the fifth grade or higher could possibly attract him.

Grimjoe brandished his long blade with all his might, laughing wildly, his face flushed with a near-mad excitement.

He glanced at the other young men in the vehicle, each of them wearing strange expressions. Especially Lucius, whose face was red with rage as he clenched his fists tightly. If Chen Daolin hadn’t held him back, the young man would have already jumped out and charged forth.

“The Demon Wing Clan has an advantage over our team on the Reincarnation Battlefield, thanks to their bloodline,” the Grand Elder said with concern.

“You needn’t worry. If they come, we defend. If they fight, we are not afraid,” Tian Ji replied, extending her left hand toward Ye Shang.

The Water Dragon left these words behind; the dragon soul shattered and transformed into light, sparkling like rain, scattering across the emptiness.

Listening to the scout who had just escaped the bloody battle, all who heard his account clenched their teeth and burned with fury. From the moment they set out, they knew death in battle was a possibility, but when their comrades truly fell, it was almost impossible to accept.

The Soul Jade was a mark of identity; whoever possessed it was either the Grave Seeker Sect Master or the designated successor.

“I’ve heard that Master Cai is close with your Xun family. Aren’t you afraid she’ll blame you?” Lady Jiang looked at Xun You with satisfaction. She had grown increasingly fond of this young man from the Xun family. Only now did she understand why her son regarded Xun You as a pillar of strength.

Whether he bought anything or not made no difference to the shop assistant, but at the moment a man paid, it always seemed to enhance his appearance.

In fact, before they departed, Zhou Yaqian had said they should return the gifts. It was merely a small favor, nothing worth fussing about.

Qi Zixiao laughed aloud; the first thunderbolt of the seventh-grade Thunder Tribulation not only failed to injure him, but even made the thunder power within him more terrifying.

Precisely because of this, he was shocked—he had glimpsed the secret of the Imperial Clan. The ancient Imperial Clan’s transcendence over all beings seemed rooted in mastering the deep power at the fusion of these two forces, the embryonic form of Imperial Techniques.

The Empress Dowager, however, turned to look at her. “We all agreed this was for your own good, but never asked what you truly wanted. Do you wish to stay at Suyr’s side?” Her gaze was more earnest than ever before.

An NPC actively offering to help me level up—this was a first. Such a good opportunity could not be missed.

Wang Gang, now experienced, could judge a hero’s attributes by price. This Hao Meng cost fifty gold coins more than the previous one; surely his attributes wouldn’t be inferior.