Volume 1, Chapter 38: General, Save Me!

The Heavenly Emperor Shajia’s gaze flickered; he had not expected these so-called envoys to also wish to join forces with him to suppress the cultivators from the outer realms.

At this moment, the periphery of the Central Saint Star Continent was densely packed with spaceships and warships moving back and forth.

"Yes, Senior! Your golden ring is the highest-ranking among all identity rings. With this ring, you may attend any official events, auctions, and the like held within the city," explained the same cultivator as before.

Many people dining in the restaurant saw these six individuals, their expressions shifting slightly, before they all lowered their heads to continue eating, seemingly afraid that taking one extra look would invite disaster upon themselves.

"I truly never imagined that the Domain Lord of Eternal Night would actually be Chen Chen from those years ago..." Nanshan Lie was full of emotion.

Ye Fan flew directly out of the window. From a distance, he could still sense Qin Mengyao’s dissatisfaction; she had originally intended to share an intimate moment with him in her room.

The Island Master flicked his wide sleeve, and the entire space was instantly locked down. It would be extremely difficult for anyone to tear through the space and escape.

Ye Fan dissipated the spiritual mist covering his face, revealing his true features. Upon seeing this, Tang Boheng’s body convulsed; Ye Fan’s face looked as terrifying as a god of slaughter. "How can it be you? You... aren't you already dead? I saw the recording sent back by the one surnamed Song with my own eyes!" Tang Boheng said, his face filled with disbelief.

Now, the planet within his body had officially ascended to the second-grade level, stepping into a brand-new realm. He immediately felt a significant surge in his capacity to store star power and the explosive strength he could unleash.

Nangong Hao waited for quite a while, but seeing that Li Mo did not come out, he had no choice but to walk back into the spirit beast shop. He squeezed in beside Li Mo, but finding it awkward to greet her directly, he stood there pretending they had never met before. Inadvertently, he turned his head and caught sight of Luoluo.

However, she had slightly altered her Pseudo-Spirit Technique. Previously, she had used it to mask the demonic aura within her spiritual energy, but now she did the opposite, suppressing her spiritual energy and leaving only the demonic aura exposed.

"Watch out! I’ve detected a telekinetic magnetic field nearby that is much stronger than before! And it’s coming straight for you!" Tenth Sister’s voice rang out in Tang Fan’s ear, filled with alarm.

The Sixth Elder suddenly turned to look at the person who had spoken to him earlier—the Ninth Elder, who was ranked ninth. A total of three elders had come this time: the Sixth, Eighth, and Ninth.

"Forget it, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to go to a place like that," Li Ming said, waving his hand in refusal.

"Brother Tianqing! That’s a brilliant move!" Hearing this, the suggestion aligned perfectly with Hu Tianba’s intentions. This way, he could avoid damaging his relationship with them while simultaneously using them to help him delay Tang Fan.

The atmosphere in the hall grew even heavier and more solemn; everyone seemed to harbor a certain fear of this faceless person.

Although they did not know where this guy had crawled out from, that did not stop these self-important mages from feeling a sense of contempt.

And by holding this "rare magical material," they could leverage it to leap forward and become a force capable of influencing the world.

The man looked Li Mo over. "That’s fine. Take this, and if you have more suitable people, introduce them to us." As he spoke, he took a heavy cloth bag and tossed it to the older woman; Li Mo estimated it contained silver, at least one hundred taels.

Afterward, it raised its bloated body, lifting its three heads over ten zhang into the air, and stared coldly at Yun Fei.

Executing two moves of Taiji in succession, the third form began to take shape in Chen Fan’s mind without the slightest hesitation. As soon as the third form was completed, Chen Fan felt the true energy in his dantian surge uncontrollably through his extraordinary meridians and throughout his entire body, causing him to burn with heat.

"What does it matter if I like him? He holds a lofty status, while I am but a faded flower and a discarded willow!" Yan Yuqing sighed despondently.

Jiang Tian pushed the Nine-Turn Soul Refining Art to its limit, simultaneously controlling over forty puppets to engage the enemy.

Jiang Tian had brought such a humiliating disgrace upon them that he had to die, no matter what. Now, no one could save him.

Saying this, he invited He Liang and his party into a cluster of tents not far away. The largest tent belonged to the old chieftain, and it appeared to be stitched from fine cowhide.

Seeing that the time had passed the Hour of the Dragon and was approaching the Hour of the Snake, the competition hosts, Wang Ze, Jiang Chuan, and the others, finally arrived at the scene. Wang Ze announced that those with excellent horsemanship would still be given priority, but if anyone possessed truly outstanding martial skills, they would be admitted regardless of their age.

As soon as he manifested his form, he immediately unleashed the Extreme Demonic Dragon, transforming into a black hurricane that swept madly toward Jiang Tian and his group.

Besides, even if it were truly a losing business, as long as Sarah was willing, what else could they say?

"It’s just overexertion. Take a few medicinal pills, and you’ll recover slowly," Shi Yu said with great indifference, though he appeared somewhat weak.

Afterward, Mu Li went to Commander Liao’s house. After a few days of care, Madam Liao’s health had recovered almost completely.

"Meet every move with a counter-move?" Nancy looked at John with exaggeration. She thought John was being whimsical. Who was Michael Ovitz? A Hollywood super-agent. A newcomer director, even with some backing, was not someone who could contend with Michael Ovitz.

I smiled and shook my head, indicating I didn't know what was going on either. But when she mentioned the surname Li, I felt it was highly likely to be true, only forgotten by history. I felt it necessary to wait for her husband to return so we could ask in more detail, but for now, we should just wait in peace.

However, there is a limit to everything. Such a commotion finally attracted the attention of the higher-ups of the Red Refined Demon Clan.

"Could it be that they are on the same side as us, and this round of the game determines victory or defeat based on factions? According to this rule, Mo Fei’s death shouldn't affect your plans," said Lan Haichen.

That troll looked very much like the Iron-Winged Demon royalty. When they looked more closely, they found the resemblance grew even stronger.

But if this method could work, then all current obstacles would no longer be obstacles, and every difficulty would be easily resolved.

Ling Lanxin’s expression turned stern at these words. She looked around and said something that left Ling Zhou in shock.

After the day’s learning ended, Gu Xing did not engage in any entertainment, but instead randomly chose a "temporary safe house" among the five boroughs of New York to conduct consciousness plundering.