Chapter 25

Jing Wudao did not hesitate for a moment. He immediately issued the order to attack and kill, personally taking the lead with the fifth-grade divine weapon, the Blazing Silence Sword, to engage the chaotic old headmaster in battle.

As soon as Second Donkey stuffed the canvas bag back under the bicycle seat, a pair of frameless “reading glasses” appeared in his hand.

Xu Xiang was somewhat unwilling, but said nothing more. After saluting Ding Yuan, he withdrew.

With the increase in divine beings, it was now commonplace for residents to have the cultivation of Martial Saints or Martial Emperors. The entire city of Wudao underwent transformation.

Helian Tai treated the Xianbei tribes of the East and West as less than human. The menial and arduous tasks always fell to the tribes of the East, West, and Central divisions, clearly meant to sap their strength. Kebi Neng and Suli, out of respect for Helian being the only heir of the old Chanyu, Tan Shihuai—or perhaps out of fear of Tan Shihuai’s lingering prestige—endured this humiliation, circumstances forcing them to bow their heads.

Becoming a student at the Eastern Sacred Academy was a near-impossible feat, so this coveted position of “attendant” qualified to hear the teachings of the divine became a post fiercely contested by many.

The inner and outer disciples nearby grew excited as they discussed the departure of Bai Lingyun and several true disciples, while Mo Shang, hearing their words, felt a chill of foreboding rise in his heart.

Zhou Ran was drawn in by the strong sense of gossip in the air, instantly pausing his actions, holding his breath, and eavesdropping intently.

“Useless, you’ve actually sunk so low as to consort with demon beasts. Do you think that just because you somehow got hold of such an array, you can do as you please? What a joke.” Yun Zilang harbored a deep dislike for Yun Jiuqing. How could someone who always bullied his sister Yun Nuo, a worthless wretch, ever be worthy of his attention?

Bloodline divine arts: Baron’s Gaze, Greedy Corrosion, Resistant Skin, Void Decay, Monstrous Tenacity, Baron’s Entrance.

In their eyes, no matter how formidable Li Dalong was, he could not possibly be a match for the Dark Shepherd King.

Yet after listening, Qiao Mingye, without allowing any argument, pulled her into his car and directly ordered Nanyu to drive.

The horned bug goblins surrounded the three of us, their faces contorted with hatred. To them, humans had always been mortal enemies—or more precisely, there had always been strife between our kinds.

After all the twists and turns, it came back to Magistrate Liang, who clutched his head in silent frustration.

But now, in building cities, constructing roads, raising horses—were not all these workers ordinary people? How could anyone look down on the common folk?

As a companion in the Moe Collapsing Squad, she was well aware that Li Yalin was desperately short of magic stones lately. In fact, she had done everything she could to provide them for him.

That night, Tu Yujing and Shen Xin sat facing each other in silence, both gazing up at the sky. The darkness enveloped everything, the hazy atmosphere imparting a sense of cold desolation.

“Don’t worry, I’ll never think I’m weaker in a game!” Si Mengqi laughed. With these villains taken care of, it was as if a knot in her heart had finally been untied.

“Great Dragon Saint King, we originally thought your trip to the outer realms would end badly, but not only were you protected by fortune, you seem to have grown even luckier! Who else could achieve such rapid progress in just over a year? Not even the most extraordinary geniuses could manage that!” Saint King Yinghuang said, full of envy.

Li Dalong himself was in a perilous state, having suffered grievous wounds. If not for the immense energy unleashed by the Dragon-Seeking Eye at a critical moment to protect him, his physical body would likely have been destroyed.

“Uncle Zhen, what should we do?” the young man across from them asked anxiously, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

At this moment, seeing his calm demeanor, Guoguoruila felt even more conscience-stricken. She racked her brains, desperate to make it up to him. Suddenly, the mother dragon seemed to think of a good idea, her eyes lighting up as she leapt three feet into the air, her tail, which had been coiled around her waist, now raised in excitement.

Inside the golden wheel, it seemed as though another world, dark and full of demons, was sealed away. Resentful, shrill screams rose and fell, faintly exuding a sinister, malignant aura. The surface of the wheel appeared to melt, undulating as it released wave after wave of searing energy radiation.

The three cauldrons expanded, overturning above Ye Tian’s head. A terrifying pull surged down, threatening to drag him away.

“Everyone knows how resourceful I am—do you really need to ask?” Setting down his knife and fork, Li Fangcheng raised his wine glass and gently clinked it against Ping Xiangtong’s.

“So this… is sunset…” Zero’s absent-minded murmur brought Lin Ai back from her trance.

Ye Zhong did not answer Qin Xian’er. Instead, holding a contraption with two crescent-shaped cloth pieces and several straps, he measured it across her chest. Under her confused gaze, Ye Zhong glanced left and right, then nodded in satisfaction.

The wounded soldiers were carried straight to the trucks. The two squad leaders hadn’t even had time to report their opponent’s terrifying combat prowess to their company commander before the overconfident officer sent them off to the military hospital.

The man-eating flower’s gaze fixed on the heart of the explosion, it input another command, then drew the firearm from its belt and tossed them one after another into the air. From the surface of its mechanical arm, liquid metal filaments quickly extended, and the air shimmered with a faint heat as threads of soft red energy began to circulate.

People who ate too much human flesh became addicted. Eventually, it became hard to distinguish whether one ate for the effects or simply for the taste.

Kong Long stroked his beard, heart pounding as he watched. The river really did look just like this one. The grassland, river, and forest boundary seemed just right.

When they reached Milne City, Arnold and Bemona found a hotel, rented a room, and finally settled in to rest. This escort mission had taken nearly a hundred years, and both of them were exhausted.

Snail meat was far more tender than conch, full of succulent juices, somewhat reminiscent of raw oysters, yet upon closer tasting, it was even richer and had a pleasantly sticky texture.