Chapter 39, Jinjiang Literature City

This fellow is one of the Five Divine Lords of the Wa realm of cultivating immortals. His realm was originally inferior to that of Susanoo, one of the Three Noble Children, but after battling foreign demon soldiers for more than three thousand years, he broke through to the Heavenly Venerate realm, surpassing Susanoo.

With that, the thirty warships accelerated in a flash, like crossing fish in a river, and flew toward Eris.

"You can kill people, but you might as well kill this Qu Ying." Mu Ningyou had already seen that Leng Yi had carved a dozen cuts on Qu Ying's face. By this time, Qu Ying's mental state had completely collapsed, and she sat on the ground, weeping bitterly.

Xu Wanwan shook her head. She knew that Meng Luo was the kind of person who disliked explaining everything, so she often chose not to ask.

As the words fell, two figures appeared not far away. One was the Underworld King Tan Xiao, and the other was the Time God Qian Chen. Seeing Xu Qinwen, both of them bowed slightly, while the latter waved her hand and said.

From beginning to end, Lin Feng did not utter a single word, because he simply did not take his opponents in this group seriously. He had been observing the others all along, and his detector had never stopped running since the start. He needed a rough idea of which individuals in each group required attention, silently calculating their strengths in his mind.

Secretly cursing himself for his lapse, Feng Xuan hesitated no longer, immediately pressing forward to close the distance, ready to wear down Tyrone once again.

Being the youngest among the teachers yet possessing the greatest strength, coupled with his deep concern for the students, these traits naturally made Meng Luo feel a sense of affinity toward him.

The eldest uncle of the Li family was stunned for a moment, and instinctively said that among those with the surname Li here, only Li Yunfei was a graduate of a prestigious university's medical school.

This was originally a good thing, but after entering, they had not encountered any obstruction up to this point, which left each player feeling suspicious and uneasy.

There was a sense of vicissitudes in Zhang Jiao's voice that Yun霆 had not noticed when they first met. The Zhang Jiao of back then was vastly different from the Zhang Jiao of today. Although the current Zhang Jiao was still in middle age, the aura he emitted already felt like that of an old man.

"Bang." Phoenix kicked the window flying, bursting straight through it, and planted that big foot squarely on the masked man's face, trampling him fiercely into the ground.

"This is..." Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly. The Desolate Spirit Root within his body showed abnormal excitement at this moment, seemingly extremely covetous of these multicolored rays of light, as if it had encountered a rare delicacy.

As it turned out, corrupt elements had emerged within various branch sects of the Heaven-Reigning Sect, committing all sorts of scandalous and immoral acts.

In the end, perhaps even the heavens could no longer bear to watch; she was fortunate enough to land in a terrain with a natural windbreak at her back.

"This person is Yan Pu, the premier strategist under Zhang Lu. I captured him and present him to Governor Liu to show my sincerity!" Yang Ang said immediately with a fawning smile.

Pity laced with mockery. No one would ever truly grieve for an enemy; this was perhaps the very definition of schadenfreude. Without hesitation, the Yellow Turban archers reached with their free hands toward the quivers on their backs, drew another feathered arrow, nocked it onto their longbows, pulled the bowstrings back, and prepared to loose yet another volley of arrows.

A piece of Imperial Azure Wood, if taken to the outside world, would make even the great sacred grounds of the Greater Myriad Star Domain covetous, and would even cause the entire Star Domain's main court to turn green with envy.

"This is not a place for idle people. Sir, please leave," said a man in black.

Was this treating me as a mere tool? As a mere vessel? No way! If things go on like this, I'm going to suffer a terrible fate. I must resist! Yin Feng thought to himself, his willpower struggling intensely.

Clearly, before this, when Cheng Ji walked in, other than holding a flashy folding fan just to put on airs, he had carried absolutely nothing else.

Even though he had felt a pleasant surprise during his earlier guesses, now that it had come to this, Yin Feng still harbored doubts in his heart. Not just doubts, but even a hidden trace of terror.

Zheng Huihuang remained immersed in the excitement of obtaining the Thousand-Thread Silk for free, muttering continuously about how he had truly made the right friend, acting almost as if he were possessed, and for a long time made no mention of leaving.

The person before his eyes was the one in his heart, yet he no longer dared to harbor excessive hopes. Knowing that he was equally important to the Red Fox, however, he did not know how to describe his current mood.

The rest of the group retreated to a distance of ten meters, quietly watching as the Heavenly Master placed a white candle by the head of each skeleton and set up an incense burner by their feet.

Yet there was no other way. No matter how unfair the terms were, in order to ingratiate himself with Wei Sixian, he still agreed.

Yang Tianchen suddenly thought of something, his heart tightening. He hurriedly rushed toward the room, pushing the door open directly without even knocking.

Putting on his shoes and draping a coat over his shoulders, Gan Luo fished out his mobile phone, slipped it into his pocket, and made his way out while hugging the wall.

The others were relatively calm, having already witnessed Su's frantic state earlier. Seeing that classic behavior manifest once again was not all that horrifying.

"Damn it, that bastard surnamed Qin." The mysterious figure casually slapped the wooden table beside him. The table shattered instantly, then gradually turned into a pile of powder, declaring the end of its service.

With the family on Lao Ya's side settled, the scholar began to worry about Lao Ya's family back on the grassland. What would happen to Lao Ya's husband and son after such a long time? Would Lao Ya miss her son? Would she let them come over?

"What are you looking for?" An Lei, wrapped in a bath towel, had just walked out of the bathroom when she saw Yi Yang looking around anxiously as if searching for something. Curious, she walked right up to him and asked.

Chairman Tu gazed at the scholar with a piercing look. Remaining silent, he gave a slight nod, his expression shifting into a warm smile as he carefully scrutinized the scholar.

Stepping out of the teahouse, Yi Yang checked with a lighter once more to ensure no one was following him, then hurriedly hailed a taxi. After having the driver loop around the city twice to confirm there was no tail, he instructed the driver to drop him off right at the entrance of the Anti-Terrorism Brigade.

Still possessing his peerless grace and stunning handsomeness, the faint, forced smile on his lips dissolved into an expression of utter helplessness and sorrow, as if he wanted to cry but had no tears left. All his lingering unwillingness melted away into nothingness.

Yet as the elevator ascended, Zhang Lizhu felt a wave of oppressive pressure. This pressure grew increasingly intense and terrifying—it was an aura forged through the baptism of blood.

He believed no one present could achieve this. They were both in the Divine Sea realm, yet Yu Yanjue's strength far exceeded that of Xuan-Yuan Xiao. Defeat was merely a matter of time.