Chapter 10

The Seven Peaks of the Feather Path Sect were originally seven battle halls of the sect, with their seven peak masters appearing together only during the most solemn Confucian sacrificial ceremonies or in times of great conflict.

Xu Yang stretched out both arms, palms flipping, as each palm emitted flames—one of earthen gold, the other of blue. Simultaneously, he formed the Thunder Dragon Seal and the Wind Dragon Seal, while Jiang Huairen prepared to imbue the dragon seals with divine aura—a crucial step for their success.

The ocean was stained red with blood, the waves crimson under the moonlight, casting the entire coastline in a sanguine glow.

The mighty lion lunged midair but let out a harrowing roar before landing, its body seemingly split open from the abdomen.

Beyond the Swallowing Heaven Realm, Jiang Huairen stood before the Flying Snow Sect’s gates—a place that still held some attachment for him. He wished to see her but was bound by a promise not to meet Li Ai.

At last, heart pounding, they managed to navigate the meteor belt aboard the ship and escape that perilous zone safely.

Hai Tiansheng pinned everything on the giant cat. Greedy Wolf nodded, understanding Hai Tiansheng’s meaning. Suddenly, Hai Tiansheng struck his own chest, spitting blood, his spirit flagging and breath weakening.

“Something has happened. I realize this world isn’t as simple as we thought. What do you think?” Wang Fei said.

“It’s okay. Feeling a little less confident is normal. No need to hide it; I won’t be mad,” Qin Zhao patted his shoulder.

“That worthless Taiyi, he looked so pleased to see me facing a strong enemy,” Zhu Yi muttered helplessly.

The North and South each had their strengths, both revering fist techniques. Tai Chi, Xing Yi, and Ba Ji styles belonged to the Northern school.

“It was my misjudgment, mistaking a fool’s eye for a pearl. From now on, we part ways with no ties.” Panting, Fang Baoyu declared, never once glancing at Bi Zhu, but staring at the ceiling, speaking every word distinctly.

On the battlefield, Wang Shouyi’s fists were fierce, striking like thunder, repeatedly wounding Li Jiudao.

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In the end, it developed into a meaning akin to “slaughter cattle and sheep, prepare wine, open the nation’s gates to welcome the Sand King, but refuse to pay tribute when he arrives.”

Along the way, Qiao Qiao hurriedly explained that the clan leader and clan shaman had learned about A Xiu’s child. The shaman insisted that today’s heavy snow was due to the ill-fated child of A Xiu and wanted to burn him to appease the sky gods, but the clan leader disagreed and postponed the matter.

She only saw the black fur coat of the sand crocodile; the reason she couldn’t see the person was because a towering figure over six meters tall stood blocking the view.

However, in the meeting room, those five commanders were nowhere to be found. Ye Xiu knew they must have fled.

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