Volume 1, Chapter 24: Dead Again in Less Than a Minute!

Although the girl appeared impulsive and reckless, she was, in fact, far from a fool who acted without thought.

"This—is this even edible? Perhaps we should test it on the ship's cat first, just in case it's poisonous," Zhao Xin whispered, following Zhu Ming to offer his counsel.

Furthermore, the two men who clearly looked like wealthy young masters were acting servile before Liu Mang, letting him lead them around by the nose.

"A fine sword!" Qin Tian laughed at the old man. This was the first time Qin Tian had pitted his weapon directly against another's in a clash. Upon impact, his treasure sword let out an excited dragon's hum, while the opponent's broadsword shattered into several pieces instantly.

At the mention of pillaging and slaughter, the troll army grew instantly exhilarated. Like creatures possessed, they whipped their mounts and charged forward at breakneck speed.

"Heaven be praised, finally no more manual labor! Yay!" Ge Qian was a crowd-pleaser wherever he went; in a scene already lively enough, his chattering was, of course, indispensable.

Du Tulong looked utterly confident. Even as the Star Palace drew near, he insisted that the others would not be able to pass. Just as Du Feng was feeling puzzled, that brilliant white Star Palace truly ground to a halt. Not only did it stop, but it even began to retreat.

However, carving such a vast network of canals across the entire Southern Tang Kingdom was truly a grand and arduous project; one could only imagine how much blood and sweat of our ancestors had been spent on it.

Garp’s physique and willpower were nothing short of monstrous. As a legend who had been active in the same era as Shiki the Golden Lion, Edward Newgate the Whitebeard, and the Pirate King Gol D. Roger, he was already of an advanced age. Logically, at his stage of life, his cardiovascular function should have long since declined and withered compared to a young man's.

Zhu Yuan was naturally unwilling to accept this; if he could not fathom this problem, he could not—he absolutely could not—vanish into the sea of dark clouds.

With every kick, the black-transformed entity felt the muscles in his body stretching and tearing further. The terrifying Chakra of the Gate of Death was indeed powerful, but the toll it took on his physical form was devastatingly severe.

She took out the mirror, stared intently, and carefully compared it to a photograph on the table before murmuring to herself: "Perfect. Everything is flawless. Now, it all depends on whether that brat shows up when we head to the execution ground tomorrow."

Huang Liang and the captain reacted simultaneously; even though Huang Liang had suspected as much, he could not help but widen his eyes at this moment.

The prisoner glanced at the fallen chains, hesitated for a moment, and pointed toward the depths of the dungeon. Once the guards had moved away from the cell front, he rose quickly, opened the cell door, and fled.

For at the very summit of the Mountain of Ten Thousand Beasts, there floated a crystal that was constantly emitting seven-colored rays of light, washing over the entire mountain in successive waves.

After completing these two movements, blood began to flow from Tang Ning's nose and ears, mingling with the blood of Speer on the ground.

When he opened his eyes, the people around him looked over immediately, each of them trembling as if terrified to speak.

"You... you truly infuriate this Heavenly King! Hmph! I shall settle the score with you later!" The Dark Heavenly Demon kicked away a large swathe of demonic monsters, then proceeded to thunder down the central avenue in hot pursuit of the Demon Fire Wizard.

He stood perpetually at the center of it all, as if the heavens and earth were his own estate, incapable of causing him the slightest trouble.

His palms had been slick with sweat just a moment ago, but he felt much better now, having realized that those fellows were not nearly as terrifying as he had imagined. They had even muttered a few words upon arrival, with absolutely no sign of opening fire immediately.

The dignitaries on the sentencing bench remained unmoved, but the disciples of the Patching Heaven Sect in the contestant area sat in restless agitation.

Just as he was enjoying the spectacle, a harsh voice rang out from behind him. Lin Jie frowned, turned around, and saw a stranger standing behind him.

Zi Huang, off to the side, had no mind for such matters. He spread the tiger skin he had peeled onto the ground, intending to use it as a bed. He lay down comfortably upon it. "Much better than sleeping on the dirt," Zi Huang remarked, feeling quite content.

Chu Feng held the Demon-Slaying Sword, continuously cutting down the evil spirits that lunged at him within the Valley of Evil Spirits.

Zi Huang could not make sense of it either; he shook his head and followed her out. By then, Si Yu was already lying on the bed, covered by a quilt, with only her fair head visible.

What an ancient name! In the sixty years of the Spring and Autumn cycle, it had rarely been heard of in the martial arts world. So much so that everyone believed the West Chu Sword had vanished from the world along with the fall of the Sword Emperor.

"Elder Fu, you have come at just the right time. I wish to learn the Hymn Sword Technique. Perhaps you could find a moment to teach me?" Chu Feng suggested.

Lin Zi-fu's eyes also grew red, tears welling up as she looked at Ye Beichen, only to find him in the same state.

(PS: I originally thought I wouldn't need a calendar system, so I didn't set one up earlier. It turns out that for the sake of future narration, it is better to supplement it: the era before the catastrophe of 76,000 years ago is collectively called the "Primordial Era," and everything thereafter is called the "Taiyi Era.")

Mo Liu galloped all the way, and upon reaching the entrance of the highest palace, he saw countless signs of destruction and followed them inward.

The officials breathed a sigh of relief. No longer concerned with impeaching Li Rusong, they filed out of the shop one after another. Seeing the trembling Bai Guang, Li Rusong wore an expression of utter disdain and strode away.

At this moment, the usually strong Meng'er had crystalline tears hanging in her eyes. The integrity of the seal on the Burial Moon Domain concerned the fate of the entire Moon God Clan, and her heart was already in her throat.

Users who have not reached the required level cannot use spiritual stones of corresponding grades, as they fundamentally lack the ability to extract spiritual energy from the stones.

The Hook-Soul Ghostly Old Man was a renowned figure in the martial arts world. Having been so humiliated by the Black-Robed True Lord today, his pent-up rage could no longer be contained. With a furious roar, his static body suddenly transformed into a blurred shadow and lunged at the Black-Robed True Lord.

Yan Chikuang had intended to pursue, but that strike had already consumed a vast amount of his true essence, leaving him spent and unable to follow through.

This discovery truly shocked Xiao Wuxie. His knowledge and experience in the Red Dust Heavens, while perhaps not the absolute best, were certainly among the top tier, yet he had never encountered such a bizarre occurrence.