All Chapters of The Divine Martial Stars: Chapter 891 - Chapter 900

Wang Yanyi had only just taken off over the surface of the lake when a freak wave surged up to attack him like a beast being protective of its territory. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! The heavily-rusted sword emitted a harmless shockwave. The impossible took place. The towering freak wave immediately winced and cowered backward like a frightened hare who had just seen a wolf. The rusted sword glided over the surface of the lake, undeterred and unimpeded this time by the lake that now returned to being calm and serene wherever it flew. "Huh?!" The Cloud Light Saintess gasped with her jaws hanging wide with shock. So did her mentor, who could only behold the unbelievable spectacle with speechlessness. She knew Wang Yanyi, but could barely confess the same about that rusted sword. She knew nothing about it at all. If that white-robed Lazulum, whose powers now n

The severed hand hopped around like a bunny and magically shrunk in size. With its middle and index fingers as legs, it scampered towards Li Mu and Wang Yanyi and stood there like a curious child observing them. Then with its thumb and pinkie acting like arms, it began gesticulating at them both as if it was trying to convey a message. Li Mu and Wang Yanyi exchanged dubious glances. "Huh. What the hell is he trying to tell us?! Or is there something wrong with this thing?!" "Wait," Wang Yanyi said suddenly, rubbing his temples like he was trying to solve a mathematical problem, "Is this thing asking us to come with him?" He lifted Li Mu up. And he was right. The severed hand turned around and began leading them like it wanted them to follow it. Evidently, the severed hand knew its way around the deserted city. It took Wang Yanyi through a string of bends and curves,

Was he really dead? If that's true, then he would have to forego whatever he once had and start all over again here. Li Mu paused and began to think. Hard. He grew up fatherless and motherless. It was his mentor -- or rather, the Old Faker, as he usually called him -- who looked after him and nurtured him. He had little to eat and little to wear, and although life was tough with the Old Faker drilling lessons into him, forcing him to pick up various skills, he enjoyed the freedom and liberty that came with it. Since his arrival here at the Heavenly Land Planet, life had turned the other way round. He spent every waking minute worrying about saving Earth. Every second in his life he devoted it to the responsibility of protecting and preserving. That was the same even after he returned to Earth. For seven years, he had never been able to relax at all. Following the massive upheaval on Earth and the subsequent emergence of

"Have you forgotten the kindness that the late Grand Master Ye once shown you and your order, Situ Lei!? And yet you bring enemies to our doors today?!" Clad in robes of crimson-red silk, the present Grand Master of the Creed of Divinity Lu Chuan demanded furiously. The atmosphere in the breached stronghold was rank with the odor of blood. Eight of the nine-layered perimeter defenses of the Creed's stronghold had been breached, leaving only the final one -- the one at the Summit of Divinity, where the Creed's great hall stood -- still barely holding. With the help of the Grand Master of the Order of the Golden Glare Situ Lei, dozens of enemy champions had surreptitiously infiltrated the Creed's stronghold even before the alarms were raised, culminating in the deaths of more than half the Creed's forces by the time the Bell of Divine Invocation was rung. "Hahahaha, it's a brutal, dog-eat-dog world out there, Grand Master

"We meet again, Li Zhiyuan." The woman acclaimed as "the fairest lady in the Northern Steppes" smiled at Li Mu. Her charms were inviting enough -- at any rate, she could give Hua Xiangrong, Bi Yan, Ye Wuhen, and the others a run for their money, although the presence and air she exuded were entirely different. The confidence stemming from her superior prowess in cultivation and combat skills was palpably discerning enough. Confident people have always been perceived as being more attractive, they say, and Dongfang Qinghong was the very embodiment of this dictum. Lu Chuan however was none too pleased to see how. Puffing with indignation and resentment of what she had done to his junior and the trail of death and destruction that she had caused, Dongfang Qinghong was as foul as scorpions and serpents to him, and having her in his presence was repulsive enough. "Zhiyuan once loved her so much, yet how could she!" he mused quietly.