Chapter 123: The Top Three Are Named

The light gate reappeared.

She sheathed her long sword, carefully wrapping it again with gray cloth, smoothing out her aura, and took a step forward.

On the platform, several people had already come out before her, all with unstable breaths and bearing wounds, clearly having endured fierce battles.

When Bai Yue Ning stepped out, several gazes immediately fell upon her.

Within those eyes were surprise, scrutiny, and an indescribable solemnity.

In the final moments within the formation, she and her sword had achieved perfect harmony.

Wukong thought to himself, could it be that snowy white bun? If it was truly so miraculous as to make Tang Seng recall his past life and awaken memories of the Golden Cicada, then would he recognize him?

The other two were about to strike but, seeing the man instantly killed, they became timid and fell to their knees begging for mercy.

Wukong watched from the side, harboring doubts. Whether it was Sha Wujing or the Curtain General, both seemed to perform exceptionally well. No wonder—he was once a trusted confidant beside the Jade Emperor. Serving the Jade Emperor was one thing; serving Tang Seng should be effortless.

A few days ago, Zhang Ya was fierce and infuriating; today, he shyly nestled in his own arms. Chu Huaixian reflected that tonight should have been the wedding night—the consummation night. Yet, here was the young master alone, embracing only a handful of bones, broken-hearted.

Though bound by a servitude contract, she still worked and was paid at the restaurant; Lu Shiqi was, in a sense, half the owner.

To protect his assets, Zuo Yiqian fought desperately, holding tightly to one of the most violent enforcers, preventing him from unleashing his full strength.

The Hongmen naval forces, which had long ceased operations, resumed recruitment in the third month of the fifth year of the Chongzhen era. This time, Li Tianyang hoped to expand the Hongmen fleet to twenty thousand men, and the Penghu naval forces to ten thousand.

She had a long, vivid dream—her childhood friend Fiona dreamed she grew up in her own family, enjoying a complete childhood accompanied by her father.

“Everyone, please rise. Now we are all one family. I will say only one thing: everything is to follow the orders of the clan elder.” The ancestral words were firm, though naturally, not everyone would obey.

Upon hearing this, Vento suddenly raised his head. Before, it was fine not to look, but once he did, anger welled up, causing him to grind his teeth.

The Garo Ghost King bit his teeth in hatred. To protect “Jue,” their enemy, a fierce battle with the Blood Sect seemed unavoidable.

When Luo Xia went to the administration hall, the renovations were complete. As for her room, naturally, it was bright and spacious.

When he could walk no further, Jun Cang knocked on the stone wall above his head, but to his surprise, the sound was not what a stone wall should make.

The Shadow Demon summoned a green-eyed golden eagle, mounted its back to steady himself, and slowly adapted to the darkness of the place.

In recent days, the leader of the Golden Gate had pledged loyalty to Qingping Academy, but it was unknown how many disciples of the Sword Inquiry Sect had been slaughtered. He had also invented numerous cruel tortures to torment the captured disciples. Today’s executions by guillotine and the boiling oil punishment were all his sinister ideas.

“You and him… actually have such a relationship!” Bai Yue’s heart was filled with mixed emotions, unable to identify what she truly felt.

For five consecutive days, Ding Hao had not obtained the slightest information about the Heart of Heaven and Earth. Though disappointed, there was nothing he could do.

Several yards away, “Jue” and the Garo Ghost King gritted their teeth and stood up. Ordinary pain would not cause battle-hardened warriors like them to show any expression, yet now their teeth were bared, revealing the fierce sting of the biting wind.

His long black hair was slightly tousled by the gentle breeze. A confident smile curled at his lips, and his phoenix-like violet eyes exuded a captivating aura. Cloaked in the rising white mist, his white robe appeared even purer, more sacred.