Chapter 58

Wen Jing just smiled. Having died once already, she viewed everything with utter detachment and naturally lacked passionate intensity. It was not that she dared not invest herself or that she doubted Ye Tianyu, but rather that her very nature dictated it.

Over these past few years, through countless exiles, endless turbulence, infinite tears, boundless loneliness and fear, she had imagined this moment countless times. Today, it had finally arrived.

At this very moment, Hong Yi felt the blood surging continuously throughout his body, as if a boulder weighing a thousand tons were crushing his chest.

This was an eye of purest white, yet the pupil in the front was a vivid, bloody crimson. Above the pupil, there was a strange, kaleidoscope-like pattern.

Shortly after Zhao Yi's forces departed Zhending County, the Black Mountain Army under Yu Du, hiding deep within the Taihang Mountains, received the news. The report of Bairao's forces being completely annihilated by Zhao Yi without a single prisoner taken had arrived just the day before, causing quite a shock within Yu Du's ranks.

In his contest against Zhao Yi, Qiangqu had merely taken a few missteps, yet had been reduced to such a plight. A game between master chess players sees the entire board lost over a single wrong move, let alone several.

Although it was only taller than a man, the fruit upon it was growing at an astonishing speed, turning plump and full in an instant.

Fortunately, Nanny Jin was a clever person who understood his temper and would certainly know he was only joking. If it were some foolish servant, wouldn't that have chilled their heart to the core?

After freezing for a few seconds, Shi Yao smiled faintly. She increasingly felt that this Liu Qing was a rather good person.

There was no telling when those chains might undergo another change. Zhang Xueling did not dare to delay. After exchanging a brief greeting with Master Xie up above, she slid downward. She wanted to use this interval to observe those dark shadows at close range.

"Your Majesty, what are you trying to do? Do you still intend to keep fighting us? You'd better tidy up your armor; you should save that old frame of yours," the First Prince sneered mockingly the moment he stepped inside.

The Peacock Demonic Emperor was himself one of the ancient divine beasts of primordial Earth, and moreover, the absolute pinnacle of supreme divine beasts. He had once ruled the Earth as its master, and remained an immensely powerful existence among the countless stars of the universe.

The other party's face looked just like a miner who had freshly crawled out of a coal pit. Li Yongle even worried whether the man might simply pass out.

"Silly girl, wouldn't it have been better if you had just fallen to the ground and played dead? To actually throw your life away in the hands of such trash is simply not worth it," Lin Chen said coldly.

Wang Mengqi felt a sudden drop in her stomach. She had not expected these people to be carrying firearms. Although her martial arts skills were exceptional, she still could not dodge bullets; getting hit by a handgun meant certain death.

Yet King Mu's family knew nothing of this. They stubbornly insisted that the crooked Taoist priest had caused King Mu's death. On one hand, they dispatched troops to hunt him down, while on the other, they hurriedly petitioned the court to bury King Mu's remains. According to protocol, as a regional feudal prince, King Mu's body had to lie in state within his mansion for seven days, with Taoist priests and Buddhist monks taking turns chanting scriptures of rebirth before he could be laid to rest.

"It is actually... a half-step Spirit King energy barrier," Li Qingfeng murmured, a hint of shock appearing in his eyes.

Meanwhile, the blazing impact forged relentlessly forward, clearing a path of fire with formidable and peerless might right through the surging thunder.

"Cheng'er, you should just listen to your father! Princess Tulu has always been devoted and true to you. You have already failed her once; do you intend to fail her a second time?" Dan Bingbing, who had hurried over, joined in to persuade him.

Reflecting on all of Xu Feng's abilities—sword immortality, array mastery, and palm techniques—it seemed that only the Dao of spells had yet to be displayed.

How could Ye Chenxi fail to see through that? "What's the reason?" he asked casually, testing whether her communication, coordination, logic, and talent for spouting nonsense had improved.

Of the other two, one was a middle-aged man similar in age to Uncle Bamboo-weaver, with a well-proportioned build and wearing a casual shirt. He maintained a respectful attitude toward the white-haired man.

Liu Jing's heart was drumming anxiously. Just as Dandan had gone out to buy things, Liu Jing mentioned she felt a bit unwell and wanted to leave, only to be met with a refusal.

The transformation in the plant nourished by the spirit spring was immense. Its leaves possessed a much softer, warmer hue, and their shapes had twisted, resembling flowing streams of water. The green was like a great river, the white edges like cresting waves, and the transparent veins in the center looked like ripples upon the water's surface.

The demonic music stopped abruptly. Those who had fallen to the ground were struck as if by lightning; blood gushed from their seven orifices and life left them. Although their exteriors bore no wounds, their hearts had been shattered along with their blood vessels, resulting in a miserable death.

When entering the state of Martial God Advent, one could even defy the heavens, which naturally made the difficulty of changing classes much greater.

After a fierce battle of thrust and parry, the two paused their sparring, embraced each other while panting heavily for breath, and prepared to rest for a moment before beginning the next round.

The fog that had shrouded everything until now instantly cleared. Father had previously wondered how these fellows always managed to know the exact location of the talismans; the reason was that the original owner of the talismans was searching for them.

I ripped open Qin Chu's inner garments, used his clothes to pin his hands tightly behind his back, and with gloomy eyes, went to tear at his trousers.

He was terrified of failure. If the mission failed, his level would be wiped clean and he would have to start from zero. He could not accept such a punitive failure. He was even reluctant to consider how much he would gain if the mission succeeded, whether it was an equivalent exchange, and whether the pros and cons balanced out.

"You're too kind, cheers to rock and roll..." Haozi also clinked glasses. The four old classmates finally cast aside their worldly statuses and, bonding as old friends, drank themselves into a hazy blur, embracing one another and weeping bitterly.

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