Chapter 45

"If I receive your three strikes and survive, could you be so kind as to let me pass and enter?" Yan Wu replied to Shayang.

The Cursed Poison Corpse Worms were vastly larger than ordinary insects, each one plump and well-fed. If not for the heavy stench of corpses radiating from their bodies, I would have mistaken them for large, evil beetles. These corpse worms were also level 71. How strange that the deeper one went into the courtyard, the lower the monsters' levels seemed to drop.

"I am afraid, but I still have unfinished business." She had to ascend the tower; she wanted to know who she would meet if she arrived a year early... Even if, as Xiahou Chenxiao said, there was no one there, she still had to go and see for herself to fulfill a wish in her heart.

The spirit's attack speed had once again increased dramatically, leaving Sister Yanran with no time to react whatsoever. The spirit closed in instantly, its curved blade piercing directly through Sister Yanran's chest. A fatal strike! Damn it, this bitch really wasn't ordinary in her ruthlessness.

Shinji's command was like a guiding beacon for the Combusken, which executed the order without a shred of doubt.

"Creak..." Mu Yi ignored the students who were being led away. With reddened eyes, he desperately resisted that heart-palpitating, overwhelming pressure. His entire skeleton continually groaned under the unbearable weight, emitting a succession of creaking sounds.

"The fifth match will now begin..." Elder Chen announced loudly, then rang the match bell. Everyone cast their gazes here, eager to see what realm Mu Yi's strength had reached.

Her body froze slightly, and then she became completely motionless in place. A Dou Sheng—she had no idea why such a figure would take a fancy to her.

"Cough, cough, cough, I have lost." Jiang Yu lay on the ground, clutching his chest and speaking in a listless voice. Under normal circumstances, he would not have been so vulnerable to an attack; it was all his own fault for being careless. If not for his carelessness and complete lack of vigilance toward Fang Qi, he would never have ended up in such a state.

Guo Jing also hurriedly sat cross-legged, using the "Nine Yang True Qi" channeled in by Guo Mo to regulate his breathing on his own.

"Hahaha, this old beggar was gluttonous back in the day and spent some time hiding in the imperial palace's royal kitchen," Hong Qigong laughed heartily.

Before his eyes stood towering gates and shops clustered like mountains, with fine horses galloping by and carved carriages dashing across. Rare goods from both north and south gathered here, and in the wine shops and teahouses, people wove together like clouds. Not to mention Guo Jing, a youth who had spent his entire life in the Mongolian grasslands, even Guo Mo, living a second life, could not help but stand in awe of the scene before him.

It was precisely by virtue of its out-of-class defense and the "Miracle Force" capable of turning peril into safety in any desperate situation that the的金甲龙兽 (Gold Dragonmon) carved out a place for itself within the Royal Knights, a group consisting entirely of monsters.

Under normal circumstances, the activation conditions for Nen abilities basically ranged from one to three. In Alves's current situation, the word "harsh" was barely enough to describe them.

Zhuqiaomon had always harbored an inexplicable hostility toward humans, viewing both humans and Digimon that evolved through human power as heretics and abhorring them deeply, even lowering its dignity to personally attack the children.

Situ Qing inquired with the villagers near the outskirts of the city and then came to the forest in the mountains. Someone had warned him that there were many snakes in this forest, exceptionally large, fierce, and venomous, and he must never go near them.

Yet when they finally stepped out of the art building and there were no longer any strangers around, Sun Pianpian suddenly let out a loud howl.

Anna increased her spiritual connection, and a power of bitter frost continuously poured in from her other self.

Yet inwardly, she also believed that Shen Yan was possessed by evil; otherwise, how could she have the ability to make her humiliate herself one after another?

"Let Master Qiereng take a look at you." Ye Yaohao could not set her mind at ease. Sending a message elsewhere would waste too much time, and they had only just left Drigung Monastery half an hour ago, making it the closest place.

While the two of them had already settled down to rest, Mo Qin returned to his own room on the other side. After washing up and changing into a fresh set of clothes, he lay on the couch with his arm pillowed beneath his head, staring blankly at the bed curtains, unaware even when Qin Zhenzhen arrived.

As for the two people who were with Sha Shan, they approached with looks of curiosity and reached out to touch it. One of them dropped dead instantly, while the other had their supernatural power awakened on the spot.

Upon arriving at the cafeteria, she handed Su Yichen a cup of milk and stealthily slipped in a pill to regulate his body.

After finishing her words, Luo Yunjin frantically smashed the items inside the palace. Still unsatisfied afterward, she began frantically tearing at her own hair.

"Hehe, so what? Good, good, Fellow Daoist truly has... quite a personality. This deity may not be able to do much, but it just so happens that this deity knows what Fellow Daoist is currently lacking." The Daoist in black laughed softly.

Third Master Li had yet to recover from his shock. As for Old Madam Li, Li Yan was igniting a pent-up fury within her heart that had accumulated for decades and could not be dispelled, and she wished she could drag Li Rong-hai out and beat him to a pulp! As for anything else, she simply could not see it and had no capacity to care.

"It must have been replaced with a new one. The old sachet is useless, and this tassel is useless too, so you just casually grabbed it and gave it to me as a congratulatory gift. I'll just consider the gift light, but the affection heavy." Li Yan tossed the seed jade back into the box.

Just as Chu Yunfeng was about to open his mouth, Yang Jingyu's right hand swung back and slapped him across his other cheek, forcefully choking back the words he wanted to utter.

"I'll just ask you one thing: are you aware that the entire village is showing symptoms of headaches, fevers, and coughing from internal heat? Does this matter have anything to do with you?" Zhang Yangguang asked, fixing a sharp gaze upon the other party.