Chapter 94: Ha! Retribution has come, hasn't it!

“Third Senior Brother!”
“My third disciple!”
“Junior Brother!”
Each voice echoed, heartfelt and genuine, touching the very soul.
At the top of the steps, Yan Guilai listened, deeply moved.
Xie Yunji turned his head. His third junior brother stood bathed in light, dressed in snowy white, his features gentle and refined. There was no tail behind him; he seemed to have fully recovered.
Yan Guilai stepped down, and his master, brothers, and sisters approached him together.
Before he could speak, the ground surged. Beneath Ye Fan and An Mengqi’s feet, the sand and mud seemed to come alive. In the blink of an eye, dozens of sand beasts formed from the earth burst forth, ferocious and charging at the two.
Jun Hui hurried forward to speak well of Mu Xue. After two days together, she had grown fond of the plump white dog.

“Yes, we featherfolk have no ‘gender’!” The Western Buddha proudly displayed his figure, evidently proud of his race’s unique qualities.
This style of sitting could never be perfectly accomplished. To preserve the jade seats and display their own beauty, every beauty perched only half a hip upon the stone, keeping their backs straight.
Now, eight hundred thousand soldiers of the He family had reached Fallen General Ridge, only a few hundred miles from Li Tianjie. Yet, this short distance was enough to halt their advance. Ahead lay not only seas of fire and mountains of blades, but also swarms of demon and devil clans.
Everyone was alarmed. Though their speed had slowed, those few disciples had been flung aside so abruptly. Without the cultivation of the Soul Realm, survival would be difficult. Instantly, the whole troop was in turmoil.
Countless arrows of refined steel launched simultaneously, propelled by metallic springs, shooting toward the cultivators in the sky.
In less than half an hour, eyes closed in rest, time slipped by unnoticed, and naturally, no one dared invite misfortune.
Meanwhile, Lan Xi’s brows knitted tightly, her gaze lingering in melancholy upon the many disciples around her.
The vortex twisted madly, spinning faster and faster, swallowing the four who had suddenly fallen unconscious.
Preparations had all been made, yet as they emerged, the catapults ceased their assault.
Chen Fusheng witnessed the scene, his face full of suspicion. He lifted his hand to the stone tablet. It trembled, and as before, the word “Arrogance” appeared out of thin air. But this time, the tablet did not instantly absorb Chen Fusheng’s blood. Instead, a beam of light shone from the end of the tunnel, as though beckoning him forward.

The man turned his head and saw Yang Hengrui’s face, giving a bitter smile before following him out.
Lin Zhiyan’s spatial abilities vanished, her plant-based powers reduced to mere seed acceleration, and even that was slow. The crystal cores were gone as well.
Even so, when Li Yunyi instructed them to don the blood-red armor from the wooden chest, they hesitated for a moment.
Old Huang’s face flushed instantly. Weakly, he said, “Rui’er, I’m feeling tired. I’ll head back first.” Without waiting for Elder Han Crow’s reply, he leapt off the railing. With a cry of “Ouch,” he stood, rubbed his backside, and hobbled away from Elder Han Crow’s sight.
In the audience, those without cultivation saw the imminent conflict and dared not remain, fleeing in panic toward the distant streets.
Iron One and Iron Two had originally been stronger than Gu Dahai and Feng Xiaoxiao. But having just had their legs caught in traps, they now limped, unable to fight properly, and gradually began to lose ground.
In all his years, never had so many emotions converged at once, making it impossible for him to maintain his composure.
He’s not even mentioning the skills and secret arts of He, nor the Huangdi Internal Classic created by Xuanyuan himself. Thus, he immediately grew suspicious.