Chapter 43

By the time of the battle thus far, Yimeng had already discerned that both Yu Huan and Xuanyuan Wuji had cultivated to around the eighth grade of the Emperor Realm. Coupled with the protection of the Purgatory Tower, if they were to abandon her group, there would still be hope for them to escape.

Zhan Feng had also guessed this outcome. He did not say much, only instructing the doctor: "It's fine, Doctor. Money is not an issue; please perform the surgery on him first." Matters of life and death were paramount. Zhan Feng could not simply stand by and watch.

Ye Weiyang immediately wrote a letter back to the Illusion Moon Kingdom. The relationship between Mu Tianxiang and Mu Tianxue, as well as He Yunsheng's relationship with her, all dictated that the Illusion Moon Kingdom could not sit idly by and watch Skylark die.

Furthermore, it was not just a single stronghold. After three consecutive days of fighting, they had slaughtered one-third of the Drunk Carefree players' numbers and directly destroyed six of their strongholds.

That made sense. The opponent was a level 65 elite NPC who had already undergone a class advancement, far surpassing Mu Qian—who was not even level 50—in both strength and attributes.

Banyin truly had not expected that Ding Peng was not from this world at all. Although he had inherited some memories from the original body, those memories were quite fragmented. Moreover, the original Ding Peng was purely a good-for-nothing young master who had never cared about such martial arts anecdotes and taboos, which was why the present Ding Peng did not understand these matters very well.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, they still saw no buildings, let alone any NPCs talking about anything.

Tearing shields apart with his bare hands and killing men with a single punch, the malevolent aura accumulated within him was finally vented for the most part. The Black Tiger regained a sliver of clarity in his consciousness. Looking around again, the two sides' forces were already engaged in a chaotic melee, with the sounds of slaughter echoing everywhere.

"Don't get too happy too soon. As long as you are in the Dragon Clan, there will be plenty of opportunities to teach you a lesson in the future!" Ba Zhan sneered coldly, though in truth, he was merely putting on a bold front to throw his weight around before Lin Chen.

"Very well, I have said what needs to be said; please allow me to leave." The representative bowed deeply, retreated ten meters away with perfectly uniform steps and speed, and only then turned and left.

Zheng Penghai and Cunning Rabbit rented a large sailing ship. The captain was a man named Zhi Jun, with three first mates—Zhong Haoran, Yang Jian, and Long Fei—along with six or seven crew members. After getting off the ship, they always loved to visit the Welcoming Dragon Tower. Loneliness and joy, adventure and enjoyment—this was their life, and they loved such extreme lives: heaven and hell.

Ning Yue could also tell that these three elders clearly wanted to sever ties between the Nangong family and the Great Desolation to avoid being implicated. Just moments before, Ning Yue had almost failed to restrain himself and wanted to strike out directly.

Hearing his words, the expressions of the several people became less casual, their gazes turning somewhat solemn at this moment.

Thinking to himself and not daring to delay, Shen Feng flew swiftly toward their agreed-upon rendezvous point.

"You two comical characters, which of you can tell us what happened?" Ye Gui asked helplessly, looking at the two of them.

Young Master Han was even more so. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he never had to lift a finger himself, so he probably couldn't even defeat Wu Hai.

Ning Yue's face was pale, and his body trembled intermittently, yet there was a hint of a smile in his eyes. Standing beside him, Brother Yi looked at Ning Yue's appearance and sighed.

If her True Demon Mark was not altered, then Babarna would still essentially be a monster.

Seeing that Chu Ming had already been trapped by this fellow's spirit array, Tongxuan immediately spoke up with worry.

She had never seen the Heavenly Lotus White Fat before, and hurriedly handed the Reversal Mirror to Ming Bufan and the others.

"I'm pregnant!" Su Mian placed her hand on her belly, stroking it as her face beamed with happiness.

Although she wasn't afraid of these people, fighting was never a good thing—especially fighting these meaningless fights, which was even worse.

"Your Captain Song is still not coming over to take over the shift?" Fu Jingheng pushed the door open and entered. Seeing Tao Qixun sitting in the living room, he narrowed his brow tightly, his deep tone carrying a hint of displeasure.

However, startled as she was, Zhang Yiyun did not show it. Instead, she cooperated fully and did as she was told, waiting for the Xia family's ninth ancestor to examine her.

Whether to give birth or not actually made no difference to her at all, because neither mutated magical beasts nor ice-parasitizing Gu worms would harm her; at worst, she would merely suffer some pain during childbirth.

Having always been so strong-willed, suddenly having her weak side seen by others must have made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Ma Qingyi sat there mechanically, her hand tightly gripping the wine pot, her eyes hollow and wandering to who-knows-where.

Precisely because of her utter awkwardness and inexperience, it could all the more stimulate Huangfu Yu's unbearable desire. He was her first man, and would also be her last.

Mo Feizi was somewhat surprised. She hadn't expected she could sleep for so long. It seemed those past two days had truly worn her out.

The moment Zhou Cheng's thought arose, a mighty force suddenly came from behind. The next instant, cold wind howled and his feet left the ground. Zhou Cheng only had time to mentally curse "Damn it!" as the two of them plummeted rapidly toward the bottom of the cliff under the slightly altered gaze of the Black Flag Envoy.

Rumble! The very next second, the muscles on the Golden Lion King's body burst outward, transforming his physique into that of a demon king from hell, shifting into a golden demonic lion.

"Boss, you truly are my idol forever." Da Hei and Ghost San also chuckled foolishly; following Shi Tian was indeed the absolute right choice.

"Alright, if you want to see it, I'll do it." Without a single hesitation, Jin Sheng-han, who had just been feeling humiliated, immediately adopted a proud and serious expression as he spoke.