Chapter 13165 — For the Foe Is a Master Who Has Fused Ten Divine Artifacts

This was only to be expected.

Unless one's own clone could bring out a trump card like the Chaos Blade Force, a straight contest of strength offered precious little hope of victory.

But for now, this was only the beginning.

Even if Li Di's clone held the upper hand on the field, it could do no more than suppress Wei Zhao's clone by a margin; it was hardly enough to end the fight within three breaths.

The instant those three breaths elapsed, the Mirror of Illumination would shine upon the two of them once more...

Some, however, chose to drag the video's progress bar straight to the back, and there they discovered a startling sight. Five to three? SG losing to a fan team? Could it be that the star of this video was not SG at all?

Xun You let out a quiet breath of relief, thinking to himself that this Ma Dai was rather a decent sort; should the chance arise in days to come, he must have his lord take the man under his command.

Akra did not rush to cultivate. Instead he sat recalling the events of the past month, and at that moment a figure surfaced in his mind—Mu Yurou. He wondered how she was doing now.

After Ye Lan had gone, Lin Xiaozhu could not help but puzzle over her reason for seeking him out. Could she have sensed his intentions?

It was plainly Fei Yinan's fault, yet in the end all of it fell upon his own shoulders to bear, while the man himself remained as glossy and radiant as ever—the lofty, untouchable President Fei.

"Beacon Fire, the Third Form—Beacon Fire Blazes the Heavens!" Having broken Shen Wuyou's annihilating sword strike, the blow came crashing down straight upon Shen Wuyou.

Akra was secretly startled. What He Junyao said was precisely what Akra himself had been thinking—the man had guessed it almost without a hairsbreadth of error.

What astonished her all the more was that, on the strength of a single sentence from Fei Yinan, he could carry her through to the completion of something she had wanted to do for all these years yet never could.

"Say, what does our existence even mean?" Yagi Ren licked her finger, gazing through the glass at the sky beyond.

They had all felt the might of the great formation firsthand, and what was more, at this moment they could even command it themselves. Let alone carving out a pocket of space like Daoist Liemu—they could not so much as crack open a single fissure.

As for what step to take next, Murong Yingxue, who had always been a woman of decided judgment, was suddenly at a loss.

This time, after some deliberation, Wang Hou at last drew from his personal storage space an item he had purchased from another adventurer.

Hearing Ye Zhuo climb the pole the moment it was offered, plainly bent on extorting them while the chance was ripe, the several Nascent Soul cultivators were more than a little speechless. Yet for all their speechlessness, when they thought of the Formation of Reincarnation, of the breath of life, of their own allotted years, they had no choice but to let the fellow fleece them this once.

Black blood had spilled across the parched ground—the blood-poison squeezed from his abdomen under the crushing weight. Luo Tian's face had gone still paler, and even his features were twisting with pain; perhaps one or two of his ribs were already broken. Because of the agony in his belly, Luo Tian could only curl in on himself, yet he could not utter a single word.

Luo Tian tried to seize Kong Que's hand. Kong Que flicked her wrist and flung him out through the black smoke.

But Luo Tian's eyes were truly calm—a calm of utter extinction, as though he were gazing upon a dead man.

Reaching this thought, Yan'er hastily told herself that all of it was simply because of the Twin-Flower bond between her and Zhong Rushui.

Yun Yu, too, had seized upon this notion in a flash of rapid calculation when the old man of the Leng clan appeared. For one thing, he sensed that the old man of the Leng clan must be an alchemy master of long years and no small skill.

One after another they spoke in this vein, and Shen Feng merely answered with a smile, offering no rebuttal, while the affair only swelled larger before his eyes and the number of those baying for blood grew ever greater.

After the three of them had gone, Xue Yan saw that though Princess Zhao's lips were smiling, the sorrow in her eyes could not escape the notice of those around her.

The evening wind blew, and the weeds beside her nodded and swayed, brushing against the back of Li Sanniang's hand from time to time like a brood of children green with envy.

"Black... White..." Lu Yun did not know what he felt at seeing Black again; it was as though a long age had passed, and he had once more met a comrade who had walked through life and death beside him. Twice they had crossed through time and space, and Black had been there both times—but Lu Yun did not know whether he still remembered.