The Sect Grows Stronger

The person the Huang family sent to hand over the villages and households was Huang Han, head of the Second Branch. He was at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage and was also one of the Foundation Establishment cultivators who had besieged Liu Xiaolou that day. His awe of Liu Xiaolou far surpassed that of the First and Third Branches, because when he had been captured in a single move that day, he had not even seen what magic artifact had seized him before Liu Xiaolou sealed his qi sea.

As for the Huang clan's indignant complaints about an "invincible magic artifact," he saw nothing improper in it, much less agreed with claims that it was "not true skill." What a joke.

After the heavenly lightning passed, all that remained where Hu Xuan had stood were some black ashes. There was nothing else.

Everyone was dumbfounded. They had no idea what had happened, and it felt like a dream. They had seen clearly that when Yang Yi's sword swung out, Knight Bilev fell from his horse a beat later. How had Knight Bilev gone down?

But things were different now. Aivi had raised the banner of war for the Northern Alliance. As long as they defeated it, the army could march straight north, reclaiming city after city without effort, and the war between north and south could come to an end.

Compared with that, the similarly near-immortal Deadpool was rather weak. He truly could not be killed, but after recovering, his combat strength remained the same. He would not grow stronger at all.

At the bottom of that huge pit more than ten meters across, Cang Yue was pinned beneath Su Ming's foot, his head intimately pressed against the ground. Even his skull had cracked, blood streaming down.

Yang Yi led