The Ultimate Class: Golden Time and Space Martial Arts Record

Name: The Ultimate Class: Golden Time and Space Martial Arts Record
Author: Writer Yuhe Chuxia

by Writer Yuhe Chuxia

completed Martial Arts Wuxia Fantasy Male Lead

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Ch. 23 — 高校联盟的挑战与隐藏的危机

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The dusk in the golden time and space always carries a bit of inexplicable hostility, just like the miasma that persists all year round under the Broken Heart Cliff, entangled in everyone's clothes. Wang Dadong held the dragon-patterned jade pendant and stood under the eaves of the Ultimate Class. His fingertips rubbed the raised scales on the jade pendant, and suddenly he felt the temperature in his palms was astonishingly hot - just like what his father said when he gave him the jade pendant ten years ago: "This is not an amulet, but the key to the demon-suppressing order." "Wang Dadong! If you keep dawdling, you will have to bear the vigil tonight by yourself!" King Arthur's voice floated over from the martial arts training ground, with the sound of sword spikes sweeping through the air. Wang Dadong looked up and saw the young man in black attire fastening the scabbard to his waist. The silver sword buckle flashed in the sunset, resembling the eyes of the legendary unicorn beast that guarded the forbidden city. "Come on, come on," Wang Dadong stuffed the jade pendant into his undershirt and patted the dust on his lapel, "Why are you so anxious? Are you still afraid that those demon cult monsters will tear down our mountain gate in the middle of the night?" The bluestone of the martial arts training ground still has the dents from this morning's boxing practice, which were poked by Rex with his "Qiankun Finger". Wang Dadong stepped on the edge of the indentation and suddenly remembered the half of the map that Rex had given him before leaving three days ago when he said he was going to the Western Regions to investigate the movements of the Demon Cult. There is a strange symbol drawn with cinnabar on the map, which looks very much like the pattern on the back of a dragon-patterned jade pendant. "What are you thinking about?" Ding Xiaoyu's voice suddenly came from behind, startling Wang Dadong. At some point, this young man who always carried a short sword stood in the shadow of the martial arts training ground, spinning a copper coin on his fingertips. The word "Kaiyuan" on the copper coin loomed faintly in the dusk.