Volume 1, Chapter 60: The Child Named Guoguo (01)

Having killed yet another cultist warrior, Hell slightly flexed his numb wrist. His straight-edged blade was stained with rust and dried blood from relentless hacking, and it was now terribly battered.

"That's true," Kirito murmured, startled by the remark. Half of his anxiety lifted, though the remaining half refused to dissipate no matter what.

However, chaotic humans were inferior to the "Children of God" humans. Their souls were intermingled with the power of chaos, rendering them thoroughly fragmented, even worse off than goblins and kobolds.

Upon hearing Liu Muhong's words, Heishui Hongfei stopped groaning. His previously terrified eyes now flashed with a strange, cold light. Today's painful ordeal had already tortured both his body and mind, and just now, Luo Ziyi had ruthlessly pushed him aside, slamming him heavily onto the ground, which completely ignited his fury.

Although unable to cure the Black Heavenly Pox, he utilized this type of virus, using his own blood as nourishment, to incubate a massive number of black insects. These bugs were precisely the derivative spawn of the primary parasitic Sisa demonic worms.

When the soldier captain caught sight of Yakumo Yukari’s carriage, he paid it no mind, but the moment his gaze shifted to her instructor’s uniform, he was instantly startled.

The heaven and earth trembled violently, the void collapsed, and streaks of purple lightning manifested out of thin air, tearing across the firmament.

Yet even through dynastic changes and bloody conflicts, no one had ever witnessed over a thousand corpses from an original sect being dumped outside the mountain gates. Such a spectacle was a first for them all.

Fuxi’s soul would settle and condense within the Six Paths of Reincarnation for a millennium, after which he would be reborn among the human race.

The Gu family had entrenched themselves in the Eastern Region for thousands of years, standing as a prominent clan. Twelve hundred years ago, when fierce sea beasts ravaged the Eastern Region, the ancestor of the Gu family slew the beast chieftain and, utilizing its hide and bones as a foundation, forged a warship—the very Skypiercer they saw today. That was why everyone could sense an aura akin to a monstrous, heaven-devouring beast.

Noticing the peculiar look in her grandmother’s eyes, Xia Zongrong felt a trace of disappointment, yet she also understood the elderly woman's concerns. She became exceptionally well-behaved, merely explaining that her brother was friends with Qi Hui and would be returning to school shortly.

Luo Xia pondered for a moment, realizing that Duan Fei’s words held some reason, and nodded in agreement. He then received 260 points from Duan Fei, which, combined with the points obtained from Lang Ao and He Que, suddenly brought his total to 780 points.

Perhaps it could not be called a sneak attack, for during the battle, Li Mu and Zhou Zhang were fully aware. Yet they were utterly incapable of contending with the puppet, let alone resisting the pagoda.

Just by visual observation, it was completely impossible to determine whether that black line had formed naturally or was artificially created.

One had to admit that Chen Wunduan’s standards were indeed rigorous. Who knew why he had been assigned as the examiner? Wasn't this pure torture?

The large man pinned his final hope on that check, praying that Su Ming had just written random numbers.

If not for this, how could the imperial court possibly regard the Guardian Jade of Nanhe City with such paramount importance?

A moment later, just as Qiuling assumed Qiu Fu was going to ignore her and her complexion began to sour, the door suddenly swung open, revealing a slender, graceful, and lazily charming figure.

Minister Zhou had been working himself to the bone day and night recently; even the donkey at the village entrance wouldn't be subjected to such nonstop grinding. Word had it that his constipation had worsened considerably.

It was hard to imagine that Chen Ming could casually pull out five thousand units of black technology that were practically crushing to current global weaponry and equipment. What kind of terrifying spectacle must his inventory hold?

Blame it on the fact that Chen Ming’s solo speedrun of a massive S-rank dungeon had left too much shock and awe in the minds of people who fancied themselves as having seen all kinds of storms.

There were even rumors that Heavenly Sword Mountain itself was a divine sword from beyond the heavens. Whoever could reach the very top layer within the secret realm might even have the chance to refine the Heavenly Sword and thus become its master.

He raised his gaze toward the hazy distant mountains, thought of the turbulence of the martial world, and finally made his resolve in his heart.

As the morning court session approached, Yun Yaoyao was forced awake, bearing two massive dark circles beneath her eyes, and submitted passively as the palace attendants changed her garments.

They had already done their utmost to help Jiang Fan, yet they never expected him to be so ungrateful as to deliberately offend Zheng Zhibo. Wasn't that practically seeking death?

"Lady Huo chased them out?" Song Shiwei asked in mild surprise; this certainly did not align with Lady Huo's usual style of conduct.

This was already the ultimate suppression. They simply could not fathom why such a restriction existed upon this precipice, nor what purpose it served.

Two years passed in the blink of an eye. The valley enjoyed spring-like weather all year round, and four plots of farmland had been cultivated around the house to grow various vegetables, fruits, and flowers.

Naturally, following Yue Yi’s departure, the rivalry between Lu Shimiao and Fang Dachuang officially commenced.

With a graceful point into the empty air by Murong Qianqian, a flurry of starlight was cast forth, causing the final golden-armored soldier to explode into pieces. The golden gates swung wide open, and without lingering, Murong Qianqian rushed straight inside.

We all cast our gazes collectively toward the monstrous entity—it turned out to be a gigantic skeleton, comparable in scale to the Heart of the Black Forest. The only difference was that it was pristine white, adorned with a circular heart-protecting mirror on its chest, and wielding a massive saber. It emerged, scanned its surroundings with a rattling sound from its throat, and finally locked its target onto me.

Helpless, Lin Yang met her gaze. The warmth of his smile, resembling sunlight, instantly melted her heart, leaving her somewhat infatuated. Compared to this iceberg of a man, a warm guy indeed seemed much more comforting.

The two of them swiftly piled flammable materials against the civilian houses immediately adjacent to the military camp. These houses and the military structures behind them were entirely of wooden construction and easily ignited.

"Potato chips, milk tea, biscuits, jerky, chocolate, candies..." Perhaps due to the terrorist attack, although crowds were sparse today, all merchandise was marked down by seventy-five percent.

It truly was a case of the speaker having no intention while the listener hung on every word. I never expected Leizu to take everything I said as strictly as an imperial decree. Once the loom was set up, Leizu had people carry it away, and watching her joyful departing figure, my mood suddenly lifted considerably. Time to go check on the progress of the ship building.

At this thought, Zhang Yixing’s expression shifted, and without a second thought, he subconsciously stood up. The friction between the chair and the floor produced a harsh screech, drawing the attention of those around him.

Following a brief and violent explosion, Long Ci’s once-sturdy tent collapsed into a heap of muddy ruins. The immense shockwave left him feeling weak-bodied and dizzy; had it not been for his robust super tent and advanced protective suit, he surely would have been reduced to ashes by now.