Chapter 131: Your Prenatal Education Is Failing

Zhou Mingfan was left completely dumbfounded.

Shen Xuenie tightened her grip on Zhou Mingfan’s arm and said, "Linchuan, if this entire affair is part of Wen Ni’s scheme and revenge, don’t you find her terrifying?"

Finally, Shen Xuenie delivered the coup de grâce: "Besides, is the child in Wen Ni’s womb truly Zhou Mingfan’s?"

Zhou Mingfan’s tall frame staggered violently.

However, because he did not fully grasp the principles of this technique, he could not control it with precision. Every time he used it, it would completely drain the vital energy from his body. How, then, could he ever use the "Four Swords of Immortality" again?

But clearly, Yuanye was no pushover; perhaps he could force a mutual destruction against this formidable power, allowing Ziche Mao to reap the spoils as the fisherman.

Failure in technique did not mean defeat in spirit. Ye Yifei looked at the figure before him, his eyes erupting with intense battle intent. Only by experiencing it firsthand could one truly appreciate the subtlety of the opponent’s swordsmanship, which in turn fueled one’s own competitive drive.

Just as both factions arrived, six figures emerged from the void. Their golden Taoist robes were vibrant and flamboyant. It was none other than the Master of the Wutian Path, followed by the Gu brothers.

When Yuanye first saw Cheng Qingmei’s fierce record of one-hit kills upon the release of the Qingyun Ranking, he had been immensely curious about her "Draw-Blade Slash." He longed to study its principles, for he, too, enjoyed overwhelming and instantly defeating his opponents.

Seeing her dazed and unresponsive, Zhang Che was puzzled but did not press the matter. He chuckled casually, shook his head, and took a sip of black tea. It was mellow and sweet, with only a faint hint of tea leaves seeping through, the warmth offering a touch of comfort.

This battle had persisted for quite some time. All the observing martial artists could see that the gap between the two was minimal. Yet, what baffled many was why Chu Feizhang, until the very moment of his defeat, had failed to demonstrate the ceaseless, self-replenishing vital energy characteristic of a Xiantian martial artist.

"It is all my fault for failing to watch over the young mistress. But the situation was far more critical than I had imagined!" Su Tie answered honestly.

Gu Ren plummeted for a long time before finally coming to a stop, followed by a rain of blood and fragments of bone. He knew that the living beings who had followed him down were all dead.

More than thirty Mongolian bandits fled in chaotic disarray, while hundreds of Japanese cavalrymen pursued them with triumphant arrogance. The transport soldiers left on the road climbed onto their trucks and opened fire on the bandits, though not a single one appeared to be hit.

The Japanese engineers were efficient; the tunnels they dug were straight and perfectly round, bottomless pits. They inadvertently served the Anti-Japanese United Army’s artillery well. Several shells traveled through the nearly kilometer-long tunnel, striking directly at the entrance. Under the relentless and violent bombardment of the United Army, the tunnel collapsed section by section from entrance to exit.

Douglas had realized something by now and was anxious to return to the prisoners; he decided to deliberately provoke Okabe.

"Click-clack!" The black armor emitted a starlike luster—the special effect of star-forged steel. Beneath the helmet, a pair of resolute, knife-carved eyes revealed that his strength had grown even greater than it was half a year ago.

At the entrance stood over a dozen armored knights. These knights were all at the Divine General rank, not the Divine King rank Li Xiang had expected. Li Xiang noticed that the staff emblem on their chests was white, whereas the emblem on the reception envoy was green.

"Bah, calling themselves cultivators! They don’t even know how to protect the environment. What poor character!" Xing Fei spat on the ground and scoffed with disdain.

"Such a powerful aura!" the elder of the Qianyu family spoke, looking at Ye Feng in astonishment. The middle-aged man was even more affected; as a fifth-rank Martial Emperor, he found even the mere pressure of the aura Ye Feng had just released enough to leave him breathless.