Chapter Thirty-Five: Tomb Robbers Battle the Corpse

Fatty Zuo’s beady eyes widened as he suddenly leaped forward. With a flick of his plump hand, he extended two fingers, aiming directly for the boatman’s eyes. Yet the boatman abruptly hoisted Dan Sanye, using her as a shield. Fatty Zuo had no choice but to pull back in haste.

As Dan Sanye’s startled cries faded into the distance, the boatman carried her away, dodging left and right, vanishing swiftly from our sight.

Chang Yu’s brow furrowed slightly. “Split up and give chase!” With that, he was off...

The anti-nightmare ability—presumably the one Nathan had mentioned—had saved him. It also revealed to him a way to truly break free from this dream.

Once Ling’er had finished equipping my gear, I opened her status panel, and in the very next moment, I was thoroughly awed by the numbers before my eyes.

All the seals binding the Thunder God Sword were undone. Instantly, a terrifying aura of murderous intent erupted from the blade, thick with the scent of blood. The sword’s light flared violently, and at that moment, a patch of dried blood that had clung to the blade since the seal was first placed now slid down along the divine patterns etched into its surface.

Behind me, the three rabbits were barely stifling their laughter. “Hand in hand, master! What a method you’ve come up with,” Er Bai said, sending a message directly to my mind.

“That’s right. If you came to our world to vie for supremacy, it wouldn’t just be empty talk,” Ji Ying chimed in from the side.

As several days passed, it turned out that the items we collected were indeed just these. This strange behavior, at last, began to draw little attention from others.

“You might as well ask if we have any interesting news,” Xiang Shaomu said as he tried some condensed milk with his snack, deciding it wasn’t as good as the original. Casually, he let slip something that was the very picture of a guilty conscience.

Death shattered the hidden barriers within their hearts; in that moment, every conflict and misunderstanding dissolved, leaving only the rekindled spark of their original friendship.

Moreover, a protective shield is, in essence, a barrier formed by restraining energy through a specific field. More often than not, that field is spherical in shape. Thus, a spherical warship means the shield fits perfectly, without unnecessary waste.

Despite his defeat, the Lord of Universal Flame was still himself; his control over the strange fire had not dissipated.

Both men were surprised. Who would have thought that this burly, rough-looking man, dressed as a chef, was also a cultivator? When he’d addressed them as “fellow Daoists,” they had assumed he was just being polite, never imagining he was truly a practitioner.

Yet after much pondering, I still could not precisely describe what kind of person Su Shaoyuan truly was.

He had come in person because Yang Yi excelled at adapting to change. When it came to sizing up a situation, Yang Yi believed no one could do better.

“Courting death!” With a gentle shake, the Pangu Banner sent a wave of chaotic sword energy hurtling toward the great witch Xingtian. The divine power of a sage was truly boundless; even Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun, wielding the Pangu Banner from afar, was not someone Xingtian could withstand.

This man, seeking redemption for his betrayal in the heat of battle, always insisted on handling matters personally. Xiahou Chun took careful note of this.

“Heh, how could that be? With a mind as sharp as yours, no one could possibly deceive you.” Gui Bao found Xia Yuwei’s self-awareness quite amusing; it was the first time he’d met anyone who described themselves this way.

Yang Yi’s guess was spot on—Princess Sophie had indeed come to win them over. However, for Yang Yi to be promoted to viscount was already a remarkable achievement. After all, a count could found a nation and claim a crown. A kingdom could have many viscounts, but only one count.

Hua Muxi checked the pulse of the Sage of Medicine for a long while, only to find him robust and hearty. There was simply no way a few of Bai Xiang’s words could have nearly done him in.

Many speculated that some ticket scalpers had offended the captain of the guards and were being punished. Otherwise, why not arrest all the scalpers? Some began to get lucky again, resuming their ticket trade. The captain was no fool—he kept these people around, waiting for them to grow bold before striking again.