Chapter 43: Earth-Tier Battle Skill - Flame Splitting Wave Ruler

Xiao Yan looked at the ten wooden piles beneath the waterfall, a nameless unease surging in his heart. Slowly turning his head to look at Yao Lao beside him, he smiled wryly and said, "Teacher, you surely don't intend for me to cultivate down there, do you?"

Yao Lao’s mouth curved into a smile as he said, "I told you long ago, do not think that Di-tier Dou Skills are like Xuan-tier Dou Skills, which anyone can easily learn. If you want to cultivate a Dou Skill of this caliber, you must fulfill certain prerequisite conditions."

Yao Lao brandished the heavy black ruler and smiled inquiringly.

"Fatty, you should know about the matters inside here. Now that things have already begun, if none of us want to suffer the curse, aren't we required to go to that place? Fatty, be honest, perhaps we can all think of a way to resolve this." Zhao Qiuyang patted Fatty on the shoulder and said.

"The rule that magic cannot be used in combat never existed in the first place," Chen Tian stated directly.

Repeating the exact same phrase over and over again—if she did not know Guan Ming's usual character, Li Xin might even have felt a bit sorry for him.

"Luo Chen? He is Luo Chen!" Those surrounding Wang Lei immediately lit up upon hearing this, all turning their gaze toward Luo Chen.

During these past few days, Luo Chen's impression of Wang Zhan was quite favorable. Although this man appeared rough and unrefined, he was genuinely sincere and honest, harboring a deep hatred for evil. Upon learning of Luo Chen's plight back then, he had immediately patted his chest and taken him in. During his time at the Wang family estate, Wang Zhan had also extended every possible protection to him.

"Thirteen, what business do you have with me right now?" King Yama's deep and muffled voice emerged from the surrounding nether Qi. Dispensing with any pleasantries, he went straight to the point.

On the third level, an elderly man dressed in black sat cross-legged and remained seated without rising even after seeing Qin Yu ascend.

A look of cruelty crossed the middle-aged man's face as he slowly raised the butcher's knife in his hand and swung it toward the child, whose gaze had already turned vacant, slashing out a frigid blade-light.

Sun Hao was pinned and beaten by Shanzi. After a brief moment of daze, he began to fight back. Relying on his older age and sturdier build, his plump, fair body pressed down on Shanzi, leaving it uncertain whether Shanzi could even get back up.

Seeing that Fatty's expression looked rather unsightly and feeling that I should not waste time here for Fatty's sake, I bolted and began to run. Grabbing my backpack, I pulled Qin Ting, intending to return to the tower. Suddenly, however, a white shadow flashed before us as another white-skinned serpent appeared right in front of us.

At the final moment, the elderly Void Dan realm expert from the ancient martial arts family gritted his teeth, pulled an object from his bosom, and then spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood onto it.

Right here, a middle-aged man was waiting at the village entrance. Judging by his appearance, he stood around 1.6 meters tall, and his attire was entirely indistinguishable from that of ordinary villagers.

Therefore, she found it difficult to vent her resentment on Jia Baoyu any longer. Tipping her head to the side, she said no more.

Upon seeing this, Yu Li also let out a sneer. Originally, he had expected a fierce battle, but now it appeared he would win with utmost ease.

Ever since moving out, Jia Qing had increasingly filled the large courtyard of the Hall of Supreme Harmony with potted landscapes of every description. Today, the Hall of Supreme Harmony had become a garden full of fragrance.

Although everyone was dissatisfied, they also knew that expecting Zijuan, a maidservant, to figure out the intricacies of this matter was simply making things too difficult for her. Back then, she must have been completely dazed.

"You... you actually set us up." Recalling how Murong Chengtong had told them while they were on Star Flower Island that they had all been poisoned by a strange toxin, Zhuang Xueting had assumed at the time that Murong Chengtong was merely trying to scare them on purpose.

If the bride were to trip at a moment like this, it would be thoroughly humiliating. Not only would it become a laughingstock when spread abroad, but the bride would also lose face within the Jia household in the future.

For a time, the students in the audience whispered among themselves, praising Ximen Yangche as if he were a god.

The Third Manor Lord attempted to retort with a sarcastic counter-attack, yet to his astonishment, he found that he did not even have the opportunity to take a step forward before another layer of an independent spatial realm materialized.