Chapter 38

At that very moment, the underling’s grip seemed to falter, his fingers slipping abruptly as he plunged into the endless abyss below.

Whether the shoes fit or not, only the wearer knows, yet he continued on, guided by nothing but his own prejudice.

Meanwhile, Odin’s attitude toward Russell grew ever warmer, and he began to look upon Russell as a true student.

Inside Fan Zhuo, the blood worms seemed suddenly paralyzed, as if immobilized by some mysterious force. They remained utterly still, as though cowed by a power beyond their comprehension—a welcome turn of events for them.

Wu Donghan planned to use this as leverage against Qin Feng, but Qin Feng was not about to let him have his way; naturally, he wanted to make Wu Donghan suffer in return.

Realizing this, Russell felt a pang of disappointment. He had thought that this would be his chance to defeat these Kryptonians with ease.

In the past, he would have scorned such tricks, but now, as long as he could placate Min Yuxin, he was willing to cast aside all sense of shame.

Clawing desperately at the ground, he dragged his body forward, crawling toward the door ahead. With escape so close, surely he would be safe once he crossed that threshold.

“Jiaqing, wait for me, would you?” Hu Xue invited warmly. “Let’s go together in a bit. Since we’re in the same dormitory, we must be in the same class. We can all go together then.”

This also gave him an excuse to stay home and recover from his injuries. Life seemed to settle into tranquility. Ever since Wunian learned where Fifth Nian’s home was, she would drop by whenever she was free, sometimes to enjoy a hearty meal, and sometimes to check in on Yuan Qi’s new construction.

The flames were slowly taking the shape of a figure, a sight Bai He recognized—exactly the form of the Golden Crow she had seen earlier in the hall. Though unsure of her teacher’s intentions, Bai He had her own suspicions.

The cultivators who had been swallowed whole by the giant serpent emerged mostly unscathed, save for a few minor injuries. Mo Qiqi, having checked on them, was no longer concerned—after all, she was a high-ranking cultivator, not a caretaker.

Lin Bai looked at the ever-changing images on the light screen, shifting in response to the bulb’s words. One became two, two became three, and three became countless—stars dazzling and resplendent, filling the heart with awe.

“Won’t you tell me, Black Robe?” the Heavenly Sword Emperor pleaded. “Honestly, I don’t know as much about Prince Xiaoyao as you do. Most things only strike me as odd in hindsight, but I can’t quite say why.” Though Black Robe was reluctant, the emperor pressed on.

With a weary sigh, just before it was forced into her mouth, Mo Qiqi drew her Weakwater Sword. Her sword energy, normally as gentle as spring rain, now crackled with a cold and deadly gleam—whether from anger or another cause, this strike was fierce and unrestrained.

Having already destroyed many American warships, the next wave of attacks was even more intense.

Among the treasures, the Fire Spirit Pearl was most useful for Taixuan, who cultivated the Five Elements. Even more so, as it was a set with the Water Spirit Pearl.

As for his own ascension to Emperor of Heaven, Haotian remembered that it was only with the “help” of that one in the Sea of Falling Stars, and with the assistance of Zhenyuanzi, that he had achieved this position.

Shangguan Xiaoyao glanced at the Great Emperor of Nine Suns, shook his hand, and watched as he retreated beneath the blistering afternoon sun.

“Get in the car first. We’ll strike as soon as we come out!” The man’s indifferent face flashed with a trace of coldness. With a brief command, the three settled in the car to wait in silence.

“It’s just like a massage! Delightful and refreshing—simply marvelous,” I said, feeling utterly at peace. I stretched, feigning sleep, and closed my eyes, savoring the comfort.

Wushan was easy to read; his abilities and trump cards were well known to the elders. But with Xia Mu, no one could gauge his true strength or hidden powers. That uncertainty made it impossible to judge when to intervene should Xia Mu fall into danger.

Though it was a faint smile, it shocked Liu Xihan and Shen Junling, who stared in astonishment. Since his poisoning four years ago, every relapse had wracked the Ninth Lord with agony, erasing any trace of a smile from his face.

Jiu’er could not help but chuckle softly, the sound slipping into Zhong Li’s ear. The cigarette he held, dropped in disbelief, landed on the carpet below the coffee table, releasing a faint, acrid hiss.

I sent the coordinates to Monkey, telling him to scout the area. If no one owned the place, then I was sorry, but we had to claim it. It was just too perfect for retirement.

Ling Changfeng nodded inwardly—his suspicions confirmed. Still, since the powerful cultivators forbade Xuan’er from speaking, and she was a good girl, he did not wish to coax the truth from her. As long as she was safe, that was enough.

Yu Xiaoxiao, can you stop fussing so much? Are you still the same forewoman as before? When did you get your thick skin back?

As I straightened my back, what appeared before us was—a dog. All around lay the halves of fallen corpses.

“Nine Heavens Primordial Sage, bound by the rules of the mortal world, you are only at the Enlightenment stage now. My avatar has reached the Core Formation stage. This time, you’re mine. Your Nine Heavens Inferno is impressive—anyone who finds this place will be blocked outside by it,” the Dream Demon shouted.

“Mr. Sha, what’s wrong?” The man who entered was Mr. Zhang, strategist of the Sha family and second only to Sha Kun in power.

The others lowered their heads, swiftly operating the equipment before them. About twenty seconds later, a chorus of “Finished” rang out.

Long Tianwei barked an order, quickly smearing the dregs of the medicinal paste across every part of Long Yuntian’s body, leaving not even the most private areas untouched.

Greatswords boasted high attack power, but they were the least agile, and their weight made them cumbersome.

“Only the top hundred?” Nightblade murmured, his face betraying no emotion, impossible to read.

Before leaving, Red Lotus wanted to help Duan Qiu settle a few matters, so that his and Tracy’s forces could develop quickly when the time came.

Obviously, this was impossible—utterly absurd, in fact. If this were truly a battle emperor, he could wipe them out in an instant. Why would he kill them one by one? Besides, battle emperors weren’t as common as cabbages, growing everywhere.