Inside a Cave, Song Que was strengthening the defense Formation on the Bracelet that was currently in his hand. He kept contributing soul energy to that bracelet and several minutes had already passed. Suddenly he sensed something searching for traces, so he acted by sending the Sword Eye Technique that was inserted into the Bracelet. When that old man checked and found the location, his consciousness was immediately slashed by the Sword Eye Technique. By combining the Sword Eye Technique and the Earth Gravity Method that could block someone’s Divine Sense. Finally it succeeded in slashing the opponent’s. Injuring him until he rolled around on the rocks. The situation there instantly became chaotic when the old man who acted to find the location through the bracelet’s emission fell in an unusual way and this couldn’t be considered a joke. That old man was still holding his aching head and right now there were several men holding him. But he kept letting out roars of pain, his eyes ke

Silent! The atmosphere there only had the sound of wind that happened to blow the mist, reducing the thickness until the three of them could see a figure currently standing atop a tall stone hill. Song Que kept watching them with a sharp glint in his eyes. He then muttered, “Sword Eye Technique!” Dozens of swords shot out from his eyes toward Wu Cai, he remembered this woman first. Even though she wasn’t the real mastermind behind the pursuit, this person was the executor. Several times she gave danger signals as a spy. Wu Cai, who was attacked using the Sword Eye technique, tried to parry with all the strength she had. She knew, if she dodged, then the people behind her would be hit and there was a high chance that would happen. She slashed a series of strong attacks to block those sharp small swords. She made many movements and no less than ten slashes were released. However, she apparently underestimated an attack like that too much. Right now she was overwhelmed, because those s

In an underground room quite far from the Wu Empire’s palace. Right now someone was sitting in meditation. For hundreds of years he had not left that place and kept Cultivating to break through to the Saint Realm level. He was the greatest existence in the Wu Empire and the only person who kept striving to gain extraordinary power at his age of more than three hundred years. Right now he sensed something and finally enlightenment was obtained. _Boom!_ Lightning bolts struck the palace, he then hurried out of the underground room to receive Heaven’s punishment. His white robe fluttered as he leapt into the air. Lightning immediately struck his body and right now he was bathed in that light. “Hahaha. Finally I broke through. With this cultivation, I’m sure I can unify the Shentu Continent to become one again and become a legend who unites the four Empires. When that happens, I will have everything. Honor and the highest rank in the Realm.” This was an obsession he had held since long

Everyone worked together, side by side helping Song Que prepare the materials needed to make spiritual weapons. They hurried, enthusiastic and full of dedication; some gathered rare minerals, while others lit a bonfire to heat the materials. An atmosphere of unity and high spirits filled the air, proving their shared resolve to create Spiritual weapons that could determine their future. They kept working, heedless of time and fatigue. Every movement of their hands was swift, showing the strong determination to complete the task entrusted to them. Sweat poured down, yet no complaints left their lips, showing how relentless they were in pursuing their goal. In a short time, only three days, Song Que managed to complete all the orders received with dexterous and impressive efficiency. When Patriarch Ling heard this news, the anxious look on his face slowly melted away, as if a burden had lifted from his chest. “I didn’t expect Song Que could finish this order in such a short time,” Pa

The grand hall in the Qu Clan residence looked magnificent and vast, with a high ceiling and beautifully painted walls that reflected their glory and pride. Yet at that moment, the atmosphere in the hall was so tense and agonizing, as if every corner of the room thundered with deep disappointment. Members of the Qu Clan stood along the walls, their gazes fixed on Qu Pang who was kneeling in the middle of the hall with a pale and weary face. Qu Pang’s defeat against Song Que had shocked them and brought immeasurable shame. On the main stage, the Qu Clan elders sat with grim faces, unable to hide the anger and disappointment burning in their hearts. The air around them felt so heavy, as if it could press down on the shoulders and chests of everyone in the hall. In a corner of the hall, several young members of the Qu Clan whispered to each other with anxious expressions, worried about Qu Pang’s fate and the future of their clan. Some of them even clenched their fists tightly, feeling