Volume One, Chapter 41: How Dare She!

She could indeed see it, after all, Yu Tianxin’s feelings were so plainly displayed—unlike Guang Ling, whose intentions wound through subtle turns. Guang Ling slumped onto the platform beneath the projection, recounting to Xin Ya their journey through the Road of Hell and their return to Martial Soul City in broad strokes.

Just then, the hidden weapon aimed at the bamboo chair rolled to Shen Nanzhi’s feet—a Buddhist bead, identical in quality to the string he wore on his wrist.

Gu Qingcheng observed that she had grains and snacks prepared, but something still felt missing—meat, of course. She needed to stock up on some meat.

Hakes voiced his inner turmoil; he did not wish for the young Laide family to be swept into the vortex of conflict.

At that moment, Bai Ruoxi gazed at the city lights flickering past outside the window, as if struck by a sudden thought, and hurried toward the bus’s exit.

But these three shared a common trait: their voices were fierce, yet their steps, as if by silent agreement, retreated.

At this point, he deliberately paused, casting a meaningful glance at the two—his intentions unmistakable.

Yet the eroding creatures clearly knew neither pain nor fear, uttering no cries as they lunged again.

Now, with their stepmother gone to wash her hands with the palace attendants, the two sisters sat alone, and no one introduced the identities of those seated nearby.

Looking at Su Li and Kakashi, standing calmly and watching him, Zabuza gritted his teeth, preparing to launch another attack.

Only when dishes began to arrive one after another did Xiao Tian realize his earlier thoughts had been naive. Dozens of dishes were arrayed across the table, and Ren Yingying, with elegant speed, emptied plate after plate with her chopsticks, almost as if she were flying.

“You just said, as long as it’s not a man it’s fine. I’m not a man.” Wu Rongyue shielded the Ye family, speaking with a soft laugh.

Generally, when he spoke, no one wanted to stand in the front row, for his careless words and flying spit could reach half a meter.

Two streams of energy collided, tearing a massive gap in the clouds above. Then, a giant mushroom cloud exploded in the sky, obliterating the forest below, turning the land to desert, the desert melting into magma. The Beast Emperor’s strength was truly terrifying.

Judging by His Majesty’s demeanor, turmoil was bound to arise again in Chu, and it would take more than Yin Tong to quell it.

The Qin army before him, numbering over a hundred thousand, was on the brink. With the prize so close and the cost already paid, he could not allow himself to retreat now.

This world was too beautiful; it had dulled his blade, making him long for the comforts of home, and for the warmth of ten feet of red silk.

To put it plainly, the assessment was not much different from the autumn tests. However, the hellish trials would become routine, with daily training held to that standard and the intensity gradually increasing to hone the warriors’ military skills.

It was highly possible that goods sold by other survivors were deadly poisons, intended to kill others and loot their supplies.

Peng Ziwei said nothing. He gazed at the blurred faces of the two demon generals, summoned his long-unused Destiny Sword, which split into two, then four, then eight… until countless Destiny Swords stabbed at the two demon generals in a dense volley.

Song Xuan nodded and left expressionlessly, with Qing Miao following. After passing a flight of stone steps, they arrived at Lu Shui Pavilion, where the scenery was boundless; he met her there.

No, not at all. In this game of pursuit, the “survivor” was the true hunter, while the “murderer” was merely a pitiful prey.

After speaking, the security guard removed his uniform and strode toward the main entrance.

At the corner stood an iron door. Xiao Bo moved slowly along the shadowed side of the wall, peering through a tiny hole above.

Bai Ze lived in Zou Tao’s estate in Sea Moon City. On the surface, Bai Ze Palace’s main figures gathered there: Zou Tao, Peng Ziwei, Chen Zeng, Li Feng.

The castle was somewhat dilapidated; at that moment, Xu Yang was left alone in the top floor, in a cubicle resembling a lighthouse.

Fortunately, it hadn’t reached that point yet—Fei Bao remained ambitious and spirited.

She had no intention of returning with such people. She was rushing to earn points and had no time for romance.

Wu Lisheng had anticipated that a single gunshot would make those cunning enemies drop flat, so he fired a volley and then ceased. He preferred to endure their wild gunfire and bombardment, just to deliver a fatal blow.

At eleven in the morning, Sha Bilian and his group, led by Le Sitong, arrived at Yuanning City Museum.

All eighteen optional side quests were completed, but the seventh sub-task of the mandatory strategy mission remained unfinished.

When the snow sculptures had torn apart and devoured more than a dozen soldiers without missing a single one, and landed back on the ground, Tang Xiao’s vital energy surged, filling him with a comfortable, exhilarating sensation. For a moment, he felt he’d become a bloodthirsty demon, with an urge to rip apart and devour anyone he met.

Four or five Imperial Guards and one scholar formed a group, creating a total of four hundred and twenty-three groups, which would remain throughout the entire military training period.