Chapter 130: The Spinster

Although Gu Yunmeng’s techniques of mutual generation and restraint struggled to exert significant influence over Luo Yunxia, they were not entirely without effect.

Six sword feathers transformed into six gleaming longswords, crisscrossing high in the heavens with fluid, effortless precision.

For a time, the two were locked in an inseparable struggle.

Qin Yue watched, increasingly mesmerized, constantly verifying what he observed against his own knowledge within his mental realm. As he integrated these insights into his own repertoire, he also sought the elusive flaws in Luo Yunxia’s swordplay.

He harbored genuine affection for the Chang'an Bank; if his decision were to lead to the bank's collapse, his conscience would never find rest.

"Good. With her going, I can rest easy." The figure in silver armor noticed a void on the right side of the mirror—that was exactly where the Thread-Puller was positioned.

The heaven-defying divine medicine, for which even the True Demon Hongmeng held little hope, had ultimately helped Lieshan take a step further, entering the ranks of the supreme peak—rivaling Supreme Wu Xian, Supreme Star, Supreme Pangu, and True Demon Hongmeng, and touching the threshold of the seventh-order realm.

However, he discovered that he could not hear his own voice; the world seemed to have fallen into an eerie, frozen stillness.

Doubao felt he could try to make many people understand that the Dark Messengers were ordinary people too. Just like everyone else, they were simply loyal to Yang Yi, working hard for the prosperity of the entire Shu region.

Luo Xin and Ye Ruotong were both tempted by the high reward of battle god points offered by the Martial God.

"Heh, I suppose only you would know that for sure," Tang Huang leaned back, offering a playful, mocking laugh.

Running halfway, Zhu Biao rested his spear across his horse, plucked a bow with his left hand and an arrow with his right, nocked it, drew the bow to its full extent, and suddenly twisted his body to fire a shot toward Guan Hu’s face.

The tall, thin man scrambled in a wretched state to dodge several energy bullets, though in truth, Lin Yunxi had intentionally missed him.

Pei Shi felt a surge of joy. He knew the Emperor truly harbored thoughts of replacing the Crown Prince, provided the First Prince did not disappoint him.

"That is good." Gongsun Yu smiled eerily, his fingers moving in a rapid sequence to weave a hand seal, and a talisman manifested in the void.

Xue Hao wore a crimson robe, his sword-like brows relaxed, his deep, dark pupils shimmering with a hint of spiritual energy that was utterly captivating. His refined features and extraordinary temperament drew many sidelong glances as he walked down the street.

As a local demon king, Sun Wukong naturally could not agree, so he united the various demon gods of Earth to wage a grand war against the Heavenly Court! In the end, after paying a heavy price, they barely managed to drive away the invaders. The Lieyang Star suffered severe damage and was forced to withdraw.

Reflecting on these things, even Lu Yu, who had not lost his composure when facing fifty innate masters, felt a tightness in his chest, his thoughts becoming somewhat chaotic.

Lu Yu’s right thumb and middle finger had long since gripped a silver needle, which he drove with absolute precision into an acupuncture point on her chest. The surging blood stopped instantly, leaving only tiny, dense beads of crimson slowly seeping out.

Who would have guessed? Her eyes darted, and she said, "No way! You went out to have fun last night and didn't take me along. This time, you have to take me no matter what!" The pressure of her grip increased significantly.

"Very well, it is time for you to leave. Tell this Saint Ancestor the coordinates, and I shall use the last of my supreme remaining power to open a spatial channel and send you directly back." Having bestowed the rewards, the Desolate Dragon Saint Ancestor issued his dismissal.

The Kings of Dian and Chuan felt their minds failing them tonight. It was shocking enough that they had been defeated by those three, but the fact that the trio held Guan Yu’s secret manual in such disdain only deepened their astonishment.

A faint blush graced her face; she felt truly happy to be sharing dinner with the great hero of her heart.

Wang Yidong observed Zheng Wanyu’s reaction, wondering if she were a lesbian secretly in love with Fang Qiu. That was certainly not a good thing.

Having independently slain seven thousand six hundred Tatars, only to be credited with fifteen hundred, Li Zhi felt somewhat resentful. Fortunately, He Shishou had left the credit for killing Yang Guli to him, ensuring his contribution remained the greatest.