Chapter 40

When I turned back to look, I was utterly astonished to find that Xie Luo, who had been sitting on the ground just moments before, had completely vanished.

Zheng Nengchi, on the other end of the phone, wore a dark and chubby expression. Even though he knew that fellow was digging a trap for him, and even though he knew that fellow was bargaining with him, he simply had no other choice and was forced to step right into the pit.

That intense yet graceful movement, at once exaggerated yet maintaining a sense of coordination, was transmitted throughout her entire body with every sway of Tang Mengyan's alluring hips, keeping perfect time with the rhythm.

Such sounds emanating from an ordinary wardrobe would already be enough to instill fear, let alone hearing them echo from inside a closet within a haunted house of this nature.

After that, except for Liu Yishou, everyone else had been thoroughly examined by me. I felt less like I was serving leaders and more like I was at the beck and call of these medical experts.

"If I appear with this ring and properly harmonize those two forces, victory is not entirely out of reach!" Jin Nian bit her lip.

The phantom of the demonic ape dissolved into a mere bubble and vanished in an instant, but the power of the Void Step was not yet exhausted. It continued downward, trampling onto King Kong's head and driving his sturdy, massive body deep into the earth until the soil completely swallowed him.

Xie Ling nodded, his complexion somewhat pale due to excessive blood loss. He retrieved a roll of adhesive tape from his side satchel, secured it over the wound, and then managed to wrap it with a few rounds of gauze.

When I raised my head, I saw Xia Tianqing staring at me with a half-smile. I simply could not fathom the expression currently resting on her face.

In the eyes of many, both Hu Fei and Li Chenlong were countless times better than Xiao Shanhe. Yet in her view, rather than choosing the former, she would much rather choose the latter.

Tang Nian half-crouched behind Chen Peihua, supporting her with one hand while her other hand reached into the acupuncture pouch to retrieve the silver needles.

Su Chengye's easy concession caught Bai Zhuo somewhat off guard; she had originally expected to engage in a stubborn tug-of-war with him for quite some time.

Lifting his right hand, he pressed that drop of blood against the center of his brow. Li Jian looked up. Not far away, the Snow Wolf was the only puppet cultivator within the Star Wind Realm who had not been killed by the ripples. His body trembled, not daring to move even an inch as he watched Li Jian's form step directly into that starry gale, frantically absorbing the power of the astral winds within the swirling vortex.

It is very simple. The Immortal-Exiled Pavilion invited Elder Su Cheng to preside over the event most likely because of the two soul artifacts that Su Lei and Su Cheng are about to auction off. Because these items are of paramount importance, without a soul cultivator of considerable strength and prestige to maintain order, mishaps are bound to occur. After all, those who come here are either immensely powerful or of noble status.

Since Tang Deqiang had given his consent, Hu Fangfei naturally had no objections. With the presence of Tang Ze and Huo Jinshen, Hu Fangfei felt entirely at ease.

"I have also remembered you. You will pay the price for launching an invasion," Liu Zhenbei replied with calm detachment.

For the opponent had started out only being able to condense a crude fist shape, yet grew increasingly proficient over time, shaping lightning into swords, sabers, lions, and tigers with ever-increasing clarity and formidable power.

Gongshu Zhou nodded and smiled at Zhan Wuxun, then bid a warm farewell to the gathered heroes before each returned to their respective states. Zhan Wuxun, meanwhile, took Mo Wuxie and headed south in search of the Jianmu Tree.

However, Zhou Tian held a deep-seated resistance against the notion of growing under the protection of others. Even if he were forced by circumstances to join a faction, he would never make such a hasty decision, especially since he knew absolutely nothing about this Feather Faction.

Clear, sorrowful, icy, and desperate—resembling a mirror placed beneath freezing jade, cool and detached, reflecting everyone present and forcing them to confront themselves, utterly unable to move. How could such eyes exist in this world? At times delicate and gentle, at times piercingly cold—was this truly her normally reclusive and fragile eldest sister?

"I'll send out my powerhouse, the Hariyama, to serve as your opponent!" Brawly produced a new Poké Ball, tossed it forward, and shouted.

At the mention of "Mother," Wen Yukou fell into a brief spell of melancholy. Seeing this, Huayue offered a few words of soft comfort, a faint sorrow stirring within her own heart as well.

Zhou Tian looked down at his right arm, which showed no sensation and no external changes whatsoever. A heavy wave of confusion welled up in his eyes, and just as he was about to lift his shirt to investigate further, a knock sounded at the door.

"I feel my strength is still far too great a deficiency; I need to go into the Magical Beast Mountain Range to temper myself," Mu Yi said with a light, breezy smile. Yet his words left Yue Qiluo utterly speechless: *You are already a King-realm powerhouse and you still call yourself too weak? How are those who haven't even reached the King realm supposed to survive?!*

"Bang!" Although it felt as though something had blocked the brunt of the impact, Mu Yi still coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood; he had ultimately been injured by Liu Yu's flame arrow.

Just as the eggs finished frying, the pot of water began to boil, prompting her to quickly toss the alkaline noodles into the pot.

Bolts of lightning cascaded down onto his physical form, shattering his body with every successive strike.

Changshan suddenly let out a thunderous roar, leaving many with ringing ears and forcing them to instinctively cover them. This sound was laced with a unique sonic wave attack, designed precisely to catch opponents off guard.

Yang Chen strode toward the road opposite the fruit market. I had never been to his home before and thus did not know the way, but judging from what Yang Chen had mentioned previously, his house was not far from the fruit market.

In truth, taking over Xiyao tonight was a foregone conclusion. Could a well-established faction of over four hundred members with decades of history really fail to crush a syndicate that had only developed over five years with a mere hundred or two hundred men?

The Stone-Scaled Fire Python attempted to flee, but was jointly held in check by Hu Fei and Xiangyu. Before the overwhelming might of two true dragons, those sharp dragon claws clamped fiercely onto the python's vital spot beneath its throat—its most vulnerable weakness and simultaneously the site of its most severe injuries.

Chen Feiying nodded, then wrapped his arm around Apothecary Sovereign as they lay down on the bed, offering a helpless, wry smile toward Wang Xidan. Wang Xidan giggled stealthily, turned on her heel, and slipped out of the room, gently pulling the door shut behind her.

In the prosperous Central Plains, every single day played host to scenes of murder for plunder, exchanging children to eat as food, displaced commoners, and thousands fleeing in famine.

"Red... what lies beyond red?" Hearing that red crystals represented the highest tier, Yichuan could not help feeling a trace of doubt. Could red truly be the ultimate grade of these monsters?

"Coordinate well with those around you and leave the enemy no openings to exploit! Remember, every single lapse in judgment on your part is paid for in blood and painful lessons!" Watching the frequent bursts of bloody mist erupting from his team members' thighs, Yichuan felt a strange, grotesque sense of satisfaction bloom within him, though he did not miss the opportunity to deliver this little lecture.

At this thought, Shangguan Wan'er lowered her head, a fierce battle waging within her heart as a hundred mixed emotions surged through her.

Ali knew nothing of Wu Yulin's background prior to his arrival in Snow City, and thus naturally associated him with those vagrants wandering from place to place just to survive—people much like A-liang.

A moment later, the ceiling ceased its downward descent, and water stopped flooding the walls. Yet everyone remained on high alert, dreading a potential volley of a thousand arrows. After waiting for a brief spell and finding everything peaceful, it seemed that Mad Monkey's reckless guess had hit the mark once again.