Volume One, Chapter 29: The Vanished Woman (08)

It is entirely normal for lives to be lost in martial duels. Even if internecine strife is prohibited, the context changes completely once the combatants step onto the arena floor.

Following this, the top ten disciples will be selected from the fifty in the Qi Refining stage, and the top three from the ten in the Foundation Establishment stage, to receive their rewards.

To carry out this plan, she had to lure the enemy fleet closer while ensuring her own successful escape, all without letting their fire strike her lifeboat. Consequently, Mu Ye Wanxia began to reduce her artillery output, diverting energy to reinforce the ship's shields, while simultaneously slowing her agile evasive maneuvers.

Eighteen years. Hearing Zaozao call her that again, Lin Rui found the smile on her face increasingly unsettling. Feeling she could no longer bear to stay, she turned to leave.

Bai Youran’s gaze was indifferent, though it did not appear quite as calm as Chu Liancheng perceived. There was a profound, sorrowful depth to her eyes, carrying an indescribable weight.

Even a child has their own thoughts and the right to make choices. Furthermore, Zaozao had grown up. He ought to learn respect and try to let go.

Honglian touched her left breast. It was the only safeguard for her life: four mid-grade talismans. She could not afford to lose them.

Just as the second-level warrior was stuffing the freezer, the synthetic human suddenly lunged with a blade, aiming directly for the warrior's neck. The warrior, however, darted forward in the nick of time, dodged, and without looking back, sprinted diagonally toward a door on the left.

"Alright, stop running. Let us pause to rest, and we can wait for Sanjing while we're at it." Xue Wu Renxin, truly unable to run any further, stopped to catch her breath. Her sweat-drenched, flushed appearance left Shao Zichen staring blankly.

That ancient, sacred power coalesced into a manifestation, taking the form of a white snake as thick as a barrel. It coiled in the center of the arena, emanating an overwhelming pressure.

Su Yue had never experienced anything like this. Completely immersed in this wondrous state, she continuously magnified, analyzed, locked onto, and predicted the distant scenery. For a moment, she forgot all fear and tension, playing to her heart's content.

Following Xiao Yao's line of thought, Duan Mengxue stood quietly, pondering the situation. She had to admit, it would be a battle without the slightest suspense. At the thought, her heart began to race involuntarily.

Zhong Chou’s palm pressed against Xiao Yao’s chest. Instantly, Xiao Yao’s entire body shuddered, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

The immortal cultivation manual was originally created by an Eight-Tribulation God-Gang Supreme from Qingxia, who had once followed Emperor Kangqian in conquest. Had he not been nearing the end of his lifespan, he might well have reached the Nine-Tribulation God-Gang through this very technique.

All living beings possess spiritual consciousness; consciousness is essentially thought. Thoughts are intangible and belong only to oneself. Once the primordial spirit is destroyed, consciousness vanishes. How could anyone possibly enter another's thoughts?

She died for his sake; such self-reproach would inevitably become another scar he would carry for the rest of his life.

The bat’s demonic blood drained away, and as internal energy invaded its heart meridians, its soul was shattered in an instant, its body going limp.

Because the combat power they unleashed after tapping into the power of the Star Soul Throne far exceeded that of a Great Saint, approaching the realm of gods indefinitely. Some "pseudo-gods," wielding immensely powerful Star Soul Thrones, could even contend with weaker true gods.

"Huang Qianqian, I curse your ancestors..." Wang Fuquan let out a roar, overturning even the basin of dark red medicinal decoction. Indeed, Huang Qianqian was none other than Wang Fuquan's "Mei Chaofeng" of a wife—and, of course, the "wife" of Ninth Master in room 305.

It seemed the Fourth Junior Sister was a presence not to be overlooked; conflict with the Third Junior Sister might be inevitable in the future.

A burly man dressed as a Yama King emerged. Compared to Jiang Zhaoyi, he appeared far more composed and capable.

"I don't know why, either. I took him to see the stone carvings in Dazu County today, and because it rained, he got soaked. Then he ended up like this." Jun Yao blushed as she spoke, recalling the sensation of being held in the arms of a shirtless man.

With the whole county busy re-bagging the fruit, and unable to hire help, he had no choice but to bring his family to do it himself.

The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence, everyone stunned by the shocking spectacle.

Together with Liu Shun, an earth-element gifted individual, all eight activated their abilities simultaneously to plant the vegetation Zhao Yin had gathered into the barren land.

With a slight movement of his palm, he extended an external avatar, guided by the newly deduced "Secret Art of Cave Heaven Transformation."

As for the War Sovereign’s Golden Armor, while the name was grand and imposing, its attributes were inferior to Zhao Yin's Flying Dragon set and his avatar’s Hundred-Battle White Robe.

In truth, only a few seconds had passed from the moment the Corpse Demon Zhang Jie struck his first blow to when Zhao Yin grasped the Human Rank Sword.

Recalling Gu Yu's reaction when the Prince of Leisure arrived today, and the cloak the Prince had draped over her on that snowy night, what else was there to understand?

The dragon's breath from the dragon claw grew stronger and more pronounced as it descended. When it finally reached a certain height, the surrounding frozen trees snapped with a sharp crack.

Yang Dulu's son? This matter involved the military. If it were to draw out some high-ranking military official, it would be very difficult to bring the situation to a close. While the military does not interfere in local politics, they can, to a certain extent, influence them.

The greatest fear for such coordinated battle formations is that the enemy is simply too formidable to be contained. If that is the case, then no matter how ingenious the formation, how well-utilized, or how perfectly coordinated the members are, it remains useless.