Chapter 54

With a deafening crash, the giant beast's fist came down heavily upon the ground. Instantly, the earth fractured, and numerous fissures rapidly spread outward, covering the entire landscape like a spiderweb.

Realizing that she was still a newcomer and that if this matter were blown out of proportion, the consequences would be unimaginable, Qin Llv felt a brief surge of panic.

However, since Wu Qiang enjoyed acting, she would simply play along with him. It would also happen to make the process of obtaining the medicinal bath a bit easier.

Taking nearly a quarter of an hour, Wu Qiang announced the rewards for all the chief captains. For a moment, everyone was overjoyed.

As long as their direction was correct, no matter what lay ahead, they would not take detours or turns, passing straight through.

It was only clear that there must be some trouble hidden within this, otherwise... how could so many people suddenly turn into ice sculptures? This problem clearly looked out of the ordinary.

Just at that moment, the pyramid began to shake violently, and the rocks at the top tumbled down one after another. Following that, the entire pyramid actually collapsed, with massive stones plunging from the sky and smashing fiercely toward the soldiers below.

Inside the room, the two of them were sorting through their belongings. In his own words... the ones they were about to face next were a few old codgers, and they were anything but gentle.

A lowly pariah whom they could easily manipulate at will, a cripple with bad legs—by what right was he so powerful?

Everyone had witnessed the formidable nature of the Maitreya Society, and to say they weren't worried would be an absolute lie! Heavy-hearted, everyone fell into deep contemplation.

Zhou Sisi felt extremely embarrassed. She had just been asking casually, not genuinely trying to pry into her family background. Why did this person lack any sense of humor? No fun at all, the conversation couldn't go on. She turned around, propping her face in her hands and sulking.

"Kang Xiang, go and prepare for the issues concerning He Yu and Du Ling. We can no longer protect them, so just have them get ready!" Li Liaohong said coldly, taking the phone from the hand of one of his subordinates.

His tone was brimming with smugness, completely devoid of his previous servility, and he had entirely forgotten the anxious and terrified appearance he wore while inside the towering city.

The girl was wild and unrestrained, acting without regard for consequences. With no one to keep her in check, she could practically pierce a hole through the sky. If the scar on Mo Yuanle's face were to suddenly vanish, wouldn't the village be turned upside down? What kind of ointment could erase a decades-old scar like that? Who knew what kind of trouble that might stir up.

As for the matters concerning Mo Junhua, Lan Tian did not know much in her past life; whatever she did know came second-hand from others. Now, she knew even less, and whatever Mo Junhua said went in one ear and out the other.

Immediately afterward, he hurriedly exchanged blows with the explosive-powered Song Shidao. Although his palm was injured, he managed to once again capture and seal another strand of bizarre demonic true qi, reducing the damage to himself to a bare minimum. His flesh was torn, but the twelve primary meridians remained undamaged, so it could only be considered a minor injury.

First of all, if they wanted to take on disciples to pass down their mantle, they would have carefully nurtured them in the prime world long ago; there was no need to hastily cultivate a mass-produced product in this world. Even if such a hastily made product were taken back, they would not be treated sincerely and would merely serve as a convenient tool.

Clearly feeling that there was still a mountain of things left to write, the moment he sat in front of the computer, he simply didn't want to move, didn't want to string words together, and felt nauseous just looking at the keyboard. Most crucially, he had lost his inspiration, his passion had receded, no one was voting anymore, his follower count was dropping, and people were starting to curse him in the comment section yet again.

Zhao Chengli, oh Zhao Chengli, you bastard, you will surely die a horrible death. Cursing up to this point, Hao Ping suddenly realized whether it was Miao Yusheng, Zhao Chengli, or Old Chai, how could Zhao Qingyi not have let slip even the slightest hint? Logically speaking, it should have been impossible to keep those words so airtight.

Yet on the way back, among the group, Wednesday was disinclined to speak, Jubilee was wilted, and even Widow was utterly silent, carefully surveying her surroundings instead.

During their march, Long Chen and his group also encountered some Chu Academy students who had chosen to leave earlier. When faced with the interception and slaughter of death-row prisoners, they usually had no choice but to flee.

Now having entered the southern territory of the Abyss of Life and Death, Qian Ming believed that no matter how resilient Mu Qibing might be, there would eventually come a moment when he exhausted his last ounce of strength. Nighttime easily caused people to lower their guard, making it the perfect opportunity to drag Mu Qibing out into the open.

However, thinking of Heimdall the Peeping Tom and Odin's formidable strength, he opened his mouth, sighed, and said, "Do you know that this makes it easy for your parents to give you a joint beating? I mean, he's adopted."

Just as he had anticipated, once his knightly swordsmanship reached the realm of effortless mastery, allowing him to fight any opponent with complete ease and flexibility, he would successfully advance to become a official knight.

Both sides of Chen Xueyan's cheeks were swollen, her hair disheveled, and her face stained entirely with tears, looking utterly wretched.

The pale-blue light-armored knight had no choice but to take the blow head-on; he could not dodge, for directly behind him stood Brent Hill, his master.

As the two spoke, their paces did not slow down, and at that moment they entered a large room within the basement.

Duanmu Xianyue was an alchemist by nature, her primary skill being alchemy, and her combat prowess could not compare to the guards. Subject to the control of others, she could only struggle in vain, completely unable to resist, and in the end was bound tightly and hung from a large tree in front of the checkpoint.

Silence fell once more within the imperial bedchamber. Qiu Nanhfeng sat back down in the rattan chair, rubbing her temples, feeling rather irritated.

That cunning Jiang Yin had engineered a diversion to lure away Qiu Mosheng, and his true target must have been her. He surely knew that Hua Ling had demanded she bring Qiu Mosheng to Qingzhou.

Although Chechen was deeply worried about the safety of Fatima and his companions, the moment he spoke, he first set out to comfort Princess Louise Henriette.