81. Hiring a Cat: Small Matters 6

Not only that, their current strength was only equivalent to the Spirit Emperor level, whereas Jiang Miaoyi and the White Bone Fairy were Spirit Venerables—one whole realm higher—so naturally, they could easily send them flying with a single blow.

After Gongsun Weilian put down the Celestial Emperor’s Order, he looked up at the young man before him, his brows slightly furrowed.

Behind the dragon throne stood a folding screen, with a corridor leading to the rear hall beyond it. The two stepped into the corridor, which was pitch dark, each step echoing clearly beneath their feet. The corridor stretched four or five hundred meters; one side was a wall, the other lined with latticed windows, through which gusts of chilling, sinister wind surged in.

At that moment, the black bear seemed to be enraged by Huang Xiaowen’s crying and charged over, roaring furiously.

Tang Ning quickly checked his clothing. Fortunately, everything was still in place, with no signs of being disturbed.

This cavern was very deep—judging from the wind gusting up from below, it was at least a thousand meters. Ma Chengfeng said it was likely connected to the Tianshan Dragon Vein, and there was more than one passage.

In truth, Li Qingfeng wanted to sleep with Lin Xue, but he was afraid he couldn’t control himself and would end up having his way with her, so he could only return to his own bedroom on the first floor to handle things himself.

What surprised Chen Feng even more was that every leaf on the Tree of Life was inscribed with the laws of life. After browsing one of the leaves, he experienced a moment of insight—he pointed into the void, and saw a seed taking root and sprouting from the ground.

Witnessing three innate masters meet their tragic end one after another, the other martial artists following them turned deathly pale.

At this moment, Sikong Ling frowned at the Blood Demon Sect before him, sensing the evil aura emanating from its disciples. Though not especially strong individually, the combined force gathered above the sect was oppressive, casting a deeply unsettling shadow over the place.

Heiwa reined in his horse as he descended the slow path from the east end of the village and was startled. Dismounting in the kiln yard, he found neither the familiar kiln doors nor the windows; collapsed yellow earth now buried the original cave dwellings.

Shakyamuni’s speed and strength climbed yet another level. Each punch inflicted fatal wounds on the Blood Wolf—blood trickled from the wolf’s mouth with every blow, its bones shattered, its organs damaged, and the mounting injuries severely impaired its movements.

But as Singya’s combination monster grew weaker and its life force ebbed, the situation finally changed. After unleashing three major moves in succession and killing more than thirty soldiers, Singya’s entire body began to emit a golden glow.

“You all seem to be getting along so well and having such a good time! Why don’t we all play a round of mahjong together?” Gina winked playfully, swaying her body alluringly as she spoke.

Chu Jun glanced around, nodding from time to time with the air of a leader inspecting his domain. Then, without ceremony, he plopped himself down on the guest sofa, making himself right at home.

King of the Mountains swiftly burrowed into the earth, vanishing in less than a second. Watching his opponent disappear, Blazing Monkey used Dig as well, quickly disappearing underground.

As he looked at the number, Shakyamuni himself was startled—it was hard to believe that after his class change, his fist technique could inflict such high damage. This would elevate his combat prowess by several levels.

“Nasram is easily trapped,” someone in the stone house called out to those in the vehicle. But when they saw Chen Mengsheng, they frowned deeply and drew their guns, aiming them at him.

The underworld was a realm of eternal slavery. The environment was far harsher than the surface world, and all races—whether dark elves, gray dwarves, beholders, or even deep gnomes—enslaved others as free labor whenever possible.

“Consul, this new human force is incredibly strong! Fighting them felt like battling the Swarm—their coordination is flawless, their observation skills razor-sharp!” A Phoenix fighter pilot reported to the commander aboard the Protoss flagship through the star-psionic communicator.

Only now did the other Supreme Gods react, each offering their assistance. But Merlin spread his hand, and an invisible magnetic field of gravity erupted in an instant.

Throughout the long river of history, after the Desolate Age, all the gods vanished without a trace, and legends of their existence gradually faded away.

Mu Junran breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t really need to worry—even if someone forced him to marry off his sister as the Crown Princess and he refused, what could the North Li Kingdom do?

Merlin looked at Princess Sherris, who kept her head lowered, biting her lip, her face pale. Merlin understood well—this once-noble princess, now exiled to a foreign land and forced to marry a mere baron, must have felt humiliated, especially in front of an “old acquaintance” like Merlin.

Merlin unleashed his power, causing all the buildings here to collapse in a thunderous avalanche. Entire blocks crumbled, as if the apocalypse had come.

In the laboratory, over a hundred people crowded around a few Awakened, analyzing them with feverish intensity—barely restraining themselves from flaying them alive for study.

“Let’s go, to the seventh level of the stone tomb!” After distributing the equipment, Xie Yeyu ordered Wang Yuqin’s people to pack up the rest, then called out and led everyone back into the seventh level of the underground.