Chapter Ninety-One: The Battle Erupts

The barrier of the Triple Unity Formation was already covered in cracks, spreading outward at terrifying speed like a spiderweb.
The originally solid halo flickered violently, blinking in and out of existence, clearly on the verge of collapse.
The fragile balance within the hall, maintained only briefly by the joined effort to break the seal, was shattered completely at this moment.
Almost the instant the barrier dissolved into a rain of light, several figures hurled themselves toward the center of the great hall.
Their target was perfectly unanimous.
It was the volume that recorded the Cloud-Dream Sword Art.

Mo Wuwei, who had originally planned to look around the Stark specialty shop for a construction-type robot, also gave up that idea.

“In the end, he is still my father. He is a bit hateful, and he did beat me up, but my mother should miss him a great deal,” Niu Niu said after a long silence.

At this moment, they did not know that their alliance master had just, a moment ago, been beheaded by Ye Chen in the plaza.

“And what is that?” True Guilmon revealed the brilliance of his divine spear, and once again someone cast a curious gaze toward Gongsun Bai.

Ye Xuan was deeply wary of Su Nan. In her eyes, this fellow was a man of notorious conduct, and now he had even done that to Jiang Zi. She herself was badly wounded and riddled with poison. How could she possibly be his match?

The Radiant Emperor swept his arm, and a circular blade of light surged outward in all directions. Every martial artist in its path was sent flying, coughing blood as they fell. In the entire field, only the Drunken Sword Immortal still retained a measure of fighting strength.

Indeed, on a battlefield prepared in advance by a mage, the power a mage could unleash was truly astonishing, and necromancers were among the very best of them.

Mo Wuwei pressed down on Rebell’s head, gently pushing her aside. Then he stood and took a few steps forward, looking down from above at the few beings that had not been frozen into ice sculptures.

He could tell now that Mo Wuwei was imposing and overbearing, and there was no chance he would marry into the Gilmore family. In other words, Rias would surely have to marry out, and the Gilmore family’s next head could not possibly be expected to come from her.

The moment the clone was destroyed, everything it had obtained was stored at once in the system inventory.

Unlike when the Diamond Serene Divine Art had been forcefully imparted, with the system ensuring everything at full power so that neither his body nor his spirit would suffer any problems, this time the system, though still providing the transmission for free, would not assist his willpower in any way.

“Yi Han, do you dare decide the winner with one strike?” Ye Tian suddenly bellowed. He knew he could not continue like this; he had to break the stalemate. The longer this dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for him.

Kim San-il could not insert a single word. He only knew that there was a person named Hu Xueyan on television, and nothing else was familiar to him. He did not even know that Tao Zhu was the famed Fan Li.

Song You was not blind. With second-tier spiritual power, he could not say he could cover the entire city stretching for hundreds of miles, but a casual sweep was enough to reveal many things. For instance, he could sense the departure of numerous low-level cultivators yesterday, and faintly he could even hear the alias of Ice Silkworm True Person.

In the interstellar age, the scale of any force was enormous, and there was never a shortage of people. Even if the fallen were high-ranking members of those powers, to the other upper echelons it was still a very worthwhile trade if it brought them the chance to purchase a high-grade warship.

Many owners of cosmic trading systems, in order to buy a robot of this level, would go so far as to sell everything they had. Who would care about appearances?

Not far from the Yuan family manor, a handsome foreign man emerged. He walked past the gate of the Yuan residence, seemingly just another passerby, yet his eyes kept surveying his surroundings, like a surveillance camera scanning everything around him. Whatever entered his sight was silently recorded.

Beyond the Northern Abyss there is a fish, and its name is Kun. The Kun is so vast that no one knows how many thousands of miles it spans. It transforms into a bird, and the bird is named Peng. The Peng’s back is so broad that no one knows how many thousands of miles it covers; when it rises in wrath and flies, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky.