Translator: Raikov Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Soon, Lu Ye was scarfing down food in the courtyard while the smoke coming out of the Tree of Glyphs grew even stronger. It seemed like he would have to replenish the fuel again once he was back.
Translator: Raikov Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Seven days after Lu Ye had spoken with Yun Qingyue, only two wooden plaques were left in front of him.
Translator: Raikov Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys On Skysword Peak, Lu Ye wrapped up the slips in his hand and looked up at Yun Qingyue. His gaze was calm, but his words were decisive. “Go. I won’t kill you. And also, pass on this message to your superiors. As long as this Lu is alive, I will come to the Spirit Creek Battlefield every six months and pick out thirty Core Circle Sects to raze their…
Translator: Raikov Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys On Skysword Peak, Yun Qingyue wanted to try and persuade Lu Ye further, but he raised his hand to stop her. “I’ve stated my conditions, whether you agree or not is your business. There’s no need to discuss anything with me.”
Translator: Raikov Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Yun Qingyue said, “We still have time before the deadline, but the negotiation has not concluded yet. We need to leave time for each sect to prepare so we have to be quick about it.”
Translator: Raikov Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys The Crimson Blood Sect had formed alliances with numerous Inner Circle and Core Circle sects. Once their disciples reached a certain level of cultivation, they were free to choose where they wished to train. Recently, many of the Crimson Blood Sect’s disciples had left the Outpost and entered the Inner Circle. Some chose to take shelter with other sects’ Outposts, while others, like the forerunner Chen Yu, chose to…
Translator: Raikov Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Inside the hall, as one Divine Ocean Realm expert after another gave their opinion, the situation seemed to become clearer.
Translator: Raikov Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys “Run!” Senior Brother Miao shouted as his thoughts raced.
