Moonlit_Scholar_C
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All eyes turned to the source of the commotion. Li Rong, the sixth patriarch of the Li Clan, and Li Yan, the seventh patriarch, were seething with rage. On the stone platform, the two towering figures trembled with fury. Nearby, Su Xuanye and Shi Wuheng, witnessing this scene, felt a sense of relief and even joy in their hearts. It seemed that the Li Clan had indeed lost one of their prodigies. Several disciples of the Li Clan had already emerged and approached their elders. Intimidated by the roar of Li…-
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All eyes turned to the source of the commotion. There, Wang Bo-kun, the protector of the Jujian Sect, stood up with a sinister smile and said, "How could my son, Wang Teng, be dead? He is destined to be an invincible master in the void realm. It's absolutely impossible for him to be killed!" The Jujian Sect also had disciples returning from the contest, bringing the news of Wang Teng's death. Wang Bo-kun clenched his fist, and the disciple who brought the news was lifted into the air by an invisible…
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Upon hearing this, Prince Tianming was taken aback for a moment, then he smiled faintly. Xu Donglai's eyes were fixed on the prince, silent. This was a matter of great importance to the future of the Xu family. "How could I possibly know?" Prince Tianming said with a wry smile. "Our current emperor is a man of peculiar temperament, and he doesn't play by the usual rules." "Brother Donglai, do you really think he would confide in me about such a significant matter as choosing a crown prince?" Upon…
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As the disciples from the Seven Great Sects and the powerful empires emerged one by one, the high-ranking officials from these sects and empires stood with heightened spirits, eagerly anticipating the return of their own prodigies. It was no small matter that the Seven Great Sects and the Hundred Nations had collectively identified over ten thousand prodigies under the age of twenty-six. These young talents, once they grew into their full potential, would become influential figures in the Qingzhou region,…
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Upon hearing this, Wang BoKun, who was usually stern and unsmiling, replied in a calm voice, "Although my son Wang Teng is quite capable, this Hundred Kingdoms' Martial Contest is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. It's still uncertain whether he can make it into the top seven." "Instead, I think your son Lv Qingsong has a much better chance." "Lv Qingsong is such a steady and capable young man. Wang Teng, that good-for-nothing, is just a martial arts fanatic..." "He doesn't know how to weigh…
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"Ye Wushuang..." Ling Zhongyun let out a bitter smile and said, "On the road to the netherworld, I'll be waiting for you." She knew she was doomed and no longer hoped for Ye Wushuang to spare her. However, the seven great sects had suffered heavy losses this time. Ye Wushuang was acting so arrogantly now, but once the Hundred Kingdoms' Martial Contest ended, he would surely meet his demise. "You still worry about me!" Ye Wushuang sneered, "The Tian Ji Mansion and the Sheng Dan Sect slaughtered my Ye…
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A full hour later. The ground was littered with corpses, lying haphazardly in every direction, their blood having thoroughly dyed the earth crimson. Ye Wushuang, holding the Tian Ya Sword, was drenched in blood from head to toe. At that moment, the Tian Ya Sword was still embedded in the chest of a genius. The body of the genius trembled, blood gushed from his mouth, and his face turned extremely ghastly. In the end, he breathed his last. At this moment, Li Wenbo, Qing Shiyu, Chu Qingcheng, and others…
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They were not controlled by Ye Wushuang, but imprisoned by him. At present, they had not lost their sanity; they merely sought to break free and leave this place. However, the path ahead was blocked by a crowd of humans. To charge out, they had to kill those human warriors! "Get out of the way, quickly!" The vast, flat plain was wide enough for the Tian Gang realm cultivators to soar into the air, attempting to evade the oncoming beasts. But at a mere hundred-zhang height, spirit patterns flickered into…
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"Damn it, how on earth does he cultivate?" Ling Zhongyun's pretty face turned cold, her confusion evident. She couldn't comprehend why Ye Wushuang, merely at the third level of the Tian Gang realm, could so effectively restrain her and Sheng Ge, both of whom were at the sixth level of the Tian Gang realm. It was simply inconceivable. "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One!" "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin!" Ye Wushuang swung his sword again and again, each strike lethal. At this moment, it seemed…
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Everyone watched as Ye Wushuang suddenly soared into the air. The spiritual sword in his hand blazed with a radiance that illuminated the earth, and he delivered a single, devastating strike. At that moment, the Steel-Furred Jackal's fur stood on end like steel needles, whistling through the air as they shot out like an endless barrage of terrifying arrows, covering the sky and the earth. Boom... The earth shook violently as the two combatants unleashed their most powerful attacks. From a distance,…
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