Chapter 158: The Abruptly Appearing Spatial Rift

Time flies like a white steed passing a crevice, vanishing in an instant, and two years elapsed in the blink of an eye.

Having stayed in the Land of Waves for about half a year, Tsunade finally agreed to Naruto's invitation and decided to return to the Hidden Leaf Village to assume the position of Hokage.

Tsunade's return was remarkably well-timed; no sooner had she arrived back in the Leaf than she encountered the second invasion of the ninja world by otherworldly visitors.

A total of fifteen robots, named Saber Storm Alpha Type by Naruto, descended upon the surface like shooting stars.

Both of Jixing's cheeks were swollen high, dyed red and purple from several slaps delivered by Number Five. Despair filled Jixing's heart; he knew all too well that his opponent had not exerted any real effort, merely delivering a few casual backhands relying solely on raw physical strength.

Within the starry warship, those human cultivators of low realm felt as though their souls and seas of consciousness were being swallowed by a sea of death.

The Kunpeng went mad, the immensely colossal beast fleeing everywhere and triggering countless natural disasters that felt like the apocalypse.

"Repentant Dragon's Regret?" Seeing this scene, Na Di was somewhat surprised and astonished—why was it that the miracle occurring before her senior brother no longer surprised or astonished her in the slightest? Why did she feel that such an absurd thing happening to him was entirely natural and a matter of course?

In a split second, the nearby houses and buildings were pierced like a sieve, leaving behind shocking holes. Piercing shrieks, akin to the shrill wails of ghosts and deities, echoed continuously through the night-shrouded world.

The next moment, a dazzling sword light pierced through the heavens and the clouds. Out from the sword light stepped a figure in black, with starry brows and sword-like eyes, looking cold, stern, and extraordinary.

There was no pain, nor any sense of discomfort, yet the stone bricks beneath Leige's feet shattered into countless pieces in an instant.

If what Daoist Chu said was the truth, then what on earth maintained this connection that transcended space and planes?

The Demon-Underworld Roc was a hundred zhang long, its feathers pitch-black and hard. Struck by the red light on its unfolded wings, it let out a sharp cry and began to struggle, but the red light possessed immense magical power. Firmly locked in place by the beam, the Demon-Underworld Roc could not break free.

The layout and decoration of this room could already be considered extremely luxurious, naturally incomparable to the chambers inhabited by Ye Huan and Zhang Baifeng.

"This is a question I have always been curious about as well. I asked my master, but he has a missing section of his memory and does not remember the details of what happened back then," said Chen Yang.

The red radiance shot from its eyes possessed spatial power, keeping Zhao Yishan trapped in a perpetual loop of treading in place, unable to advance a single inch.

"Even twenty-some people are still Tatars; don't you know how ruthless the Tatars are? This business is too dangerous, I'm not doing it!" Big Scar Li backed out.

Meanwhile, Su Ye directly shared the information about the burning monster before him right inside the live broadcast room.

Counting on his fingers, a month had already passed since Ye Huan's return. Within this timeframe, he had already met the people he needed to see and spoken the words he needed to say.

It was nearly five meters long and three meters tall. Aside from a pair of striking crimson eyes, what drew the most attention was its pair of exposed fangs.

He stayed in the Five-Color Palace, lording it over others and making the cultivators of the Red Greed Sect work for him, while he spent his days indulging in song, dance, debauchery, and luxury—that criterion was certainly met.

"Compared to humans, your lies are clumsy and flamboyant," Ming Yuan looked at him and said indifferently.

To be personally tutored by Ouyang Xiao meant that his son, Nangong Ruoli, possessed an aptitude no lower than that of his father, Nangong Lie, and perhaps even surpassed Nangong Mingri, the second greatest genius of the younger generation in the empire.

Therefore, since this marriage alliance had been negotiated, Ye Chen had to marry Jinxiu, or else it would spell a catastrophic disaster.

Wei Jincheng would not easily give up either. The heavily depleted Southern Alliance was in urgent need of new strength; he could not back down at this juncture and had to push forward with a hardened scalp.

Mao Yuanpei stood at the very front of the formation, his gaze locking with Nangong Jingche's across the air. Feeling the intense killing intent and monstrous rage concealed beneath the other's calm expression, this battle-hardened Great Chu general felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.