Chapter 45

If Prince Xianruo had been able to kill him in a single strike just now, it truly would have stripped him of any further capacity to attack. But now, at this very moment, Prince Xianruo had no choiceing but to endure his onslaught.

"No way, what is given to you is yours. The military has already rewarded me," Niu Qiang shook his head like a rattling drum, adamantly refusing to accept the card no matter what.

Hearing Lanlan's words, Yu Jianbo wore an expression of sheer disbelief. Carry it out? Why did it have to be carried out again? It had taken him such immense effort just now to conquer the terror in his heart and open the coffin, only for them to carry it back out now? Surely they weren't just playing a cruel joke on him?

"Of course not, I helped auntie with the chores..." Duoduo rinsed her mug and put it back in its original place.

The remaining three powerful cultivators felt a surge of envy upon seeing this. They were merely practitioners of the Three-Nine Heavenly Tribulation; they had tried, but were utterly incapable of wearing such gear.

As the plane descended, Zhou You felt as though his entire body was about to float away, a sensation of extreme discomfort. Especially at the very moment of impact, as his body pressed against the cage, he felt as if he were about to be crushed into pieces.

However, a tyrant remains a tyrant. Before long, more than half of Lanlian's sect had suffered casualties. Lanlian managed to escape successfully under the escort of his fellow apprentices, but all of those senior brothers perished in order to protect him.

After Red Spear and Yu Jianqiang exchanged a few more polite pleasantries, the door to the luxurious private room was pushed open.

The gloom, dampness, and moldy odor made Zhou You feel quite uneasy. After crawling forward a little further, he encountered a fork in the road leading left and right. Peering ahead, he saw passages extending in all directions, with no end in sight.

Despite saying that, Hao Yu still made his move. With a flick of his wrists, he threw several punches straight down toward the dense demonic energy enveloping Feng Yan's exterior, still hoping to salvage Feng Yan's life.

Driven by SSS-grade energy, these artifact-grade weapons treated the bodies of the thousand superpowered individuals and the defenses they erected as if they were nothing.

The spiritual energy imbued within their bodies through evolution meant that conventional modern weaponry would only inflict minor injuries, or sometimes no injuries at all.

Before his voice could fade, his head was struck by a mud-laden stone, his grip loosened, and he was swept down the torrent of mud.

Though he could not figure out how to directly leave this world of the golden mask, Chen Qi knew precisely how to destroy the internal world of that golden mask.

How could a dignified sect share the exact same name as a eunuch? The name proposed by Fatty Boss had barely existed for a minute before being unanimously rejected by all attendees present.

Glancing over, she caught sight of the man in the purple brocade robe who had just arrived at the male seating area. Ning Baoxin couldn't help but pause in surprise—wasn't he supposed to come in the evening? Did he not need to celebrate the festival along with Grand General Yu and the others?

Subconsciously wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, Lily suddenly found herself feeling a sense of anticipation for tomorrow.

"My curiosity is far less important than my husband," Shen Suixin's indifferent tone carried an innate, unyielding defiance.

"A misunderstanding that We are conspiring with Rongtang to seize their land?" Emperor Jingming only then reacted to what his Prime Minister Chu had just said, nearly leaping right out of his chair.

It was not made of individual bricks stacked together; rather, each brick was an entire building, and each building was constructed from a single brick.

Following that, the two maintained their silence, quietly gazing together at Phra Aur soaked in the nutrient bath within the monitoring room.

What on earth was it? Hidden so deeply. And what kind of person had constructed this subterranean temple?

Xiu Jian nodded without saying much more. There was too much he wanted to say, and under these circumstances, he had no idea what to tell Eve. Though this might not necessarily be a parting of life and death from Eve, Xiu Jian's heart truly ached.

Jiang Han had lent a fraction of his divine sense to Xiayin, which was the only reason she was able to perceive the world slowing down at that crucial moment.

Although the relics of the past sect masters of the Holy Sect were kept in the forbidden grounds, for a sect master successor whom he was prepared to personally appoint, the forbidden grounds did not possess such absolute restrictions.

A single sentence saved Zhao Hongwu ten thousand spiritual stones and allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief. But the next moment, looking at the other party's calm expression, Zhao Hongwu felt an increasing sense of foreboding.

When had they appeared? Why hadn't they sensed anything at all? Otisia and Barroway hurriedly raised their heads.

Among them, numerous strands of causal threads as thin as human hair were being born and vanishing at lightning speed, followed by the descent of tiny, imperceptible droplets of karmic merit that merged into the sea of consciousness, expanding the merit held within.

Yet, unlike last time, there were no fragments and no narrative sequences; instead, the Dream-Returning Bell forcefully transported everyone back to this very place.

Su Zichuan could clearly perceive the shift in the tone of Sang Li's voice, but as the crown prince and future emperor of the Fengyue Kingdom, many matters could not simply be handled according to his own whims and desires.

Once all the individuals were confirmed by the doctor to be completely unharmed, Murong Chui finally breathed a sigh of relief and emerged from Old General Murong's chambers.

"The Snow Jade Ice Lotus is about to bloom. Keep up if you can; if you can't, wait for me at the foot of the mountain. After all, you're the one who insisted on coming along," Liuguang showed no intention of slowing his pace, flatly rejecting Yuechi's request without a shred of courtesy.

Chaos immediately broke out within the Nanzhao Kingdom's army. The remaining twenty thousand soldiers of the Xining Garrison had already been frightened out of their wits by the Xiongnu troops, and hearing the Xiongnu shout like this caused their morale to completely collapse, with some even beginning to flee in all directions.

Sang Li knew that she had never been a soft-hearted or kind person; a cool-headed, ruthless, and emotionless disposition was the essential psychological training of a mercenary. But what was happening to her now? How could she let Mu Yun provoke her so casually and shatter the results of years of rigorous training?