Chapter 27

Ye Tian wanted precisely this effect. When Ruoxi pressed forward with such force, her well-developed chest pushed up the white T-shirt, releasing a delicate virgin fragrance that wafted into the air.

Qiuer dared not resist and obediently sat on the oversized chair, her eyes as clear and gentle as water as she looked at Ye Zhong.

Jian He was unaware that the ferocious beast and its master had both ascended to heaven, and even more ignorant that the barrier of the lair had been broken by Xuan Yi. Fearing that the beast would return or any disturbance might attract its master, he fled desperately. After running a great distance in a daze, the three came to a halt beside a clear river.

The entire banquet hall shook violently; tables, chairs, sculptures, and columns toppled one after another like dominoes, while the crystal chandelier hanging in midair swayed precariously.

In fact, Xu Wuyou’s third incarnation was not only the most powerful but also possessed the deepest magical prowess, channeling the most spiritual energy. Now that it sought to break through, it was impossible for there to be no impact.

Even if they were immortals, facing hundreds of robust bandits was no easy matter.

When it came to fighting a boss, he told himself he didn’t want to. Yet, though his reason resisted, when confronted with the reality, his body fought stubbornly.

This was the difference between divine cultivation techniques and ordinary fists; the subtle ways they operated often led to unexpected results.

With Laidson’s initiation, the remaining commanders of the android troops stood and introduced themselves along with their deputies.

Miao Ruolan pushed past them and entered, only to see Beitang Chunyan sitting at the table, tightly covering her mouth with both hands.

“It hurts so much!” she struggled to turn over, rubbing her ravaged chest, her brows and nose contorted in pain.

Since the time when Lu Bu, with only three thousand elite soldiers, decisively defeated the allied forces, nearly all the eighteen factions lived in fear, wary that Yuan Shao and Cao Cao would summon them to battle. This troubled Yuan Shao and Cao Cao greatly; after several days of ceasefire, the two close friends were beginning to wear down.

He bent over, collapsing into a pool of blood, his eyes wide open. His pupils had already lost focus; it was uncertain if the crimson glow before him would leave any lasting image in his vision.

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The gaunt youth saw his opponent brandish a long sword and take a stance, but the other merely stared at him. At first, he felt nothing amiss and welcomed the chance to catch his breath, unaware the princess refused to strike first—could it be out of concern for his depleted strength?

A flicker of amusement passed through Situ Haoyu’s eyes as he approached and, with one hand, dragged the dressing table back into place in a few swift moves, causing Cheng Lingzhi’s eyes to blink in astonishment.

After speaking, Xiao Kaiyang, like a venerable elder, clasped his hands behind his back and smiled warmly at him, an inexplicable emotion shining in his eyes.

Having spoken, he glanced back at the seemingly startled Zhou Yushang before bending down to remove his trousers.

Countless shadow soldiers answered the call, slowly emerging from the ground. Cloaked in black, their capes fluttered in the night wind. The raised long blades entwined with soul-capturing chains gleamed chillingly under the red moon, evoking a sense of dread.

Youyou hurriedly covered the swordsman’s mouth with her hand. With a fierce shout, she kicked him sharply in the groin. Though not wielding a weapon, the pain was no less severe.

Just as he entered the passageway, the pilot sensed a sudden aura of danger from behind. Before he could react, his body was immobilized. Attempting to send a distress signal, he found all controls sealed.

He had indeed betrayed the sacred land he once called home, but he felt no regret; regret was useless, for no one sold the medicine of remorse in this world.

“Isn’t Senior Ye supposed to be dead? He is still communicating with us,” Xiao Yue spoke silently, using spiritual perception to converse with the Immortal Cauldron.

“I am that Red Dragon,” the burly man answered candidly, abandoning arrogance for respect. He briefly recounted the events of the past ten days. To break free from the Twelve Peaks, the Red Dragon had fought over twenty battles, each ending in crushing defeat. He did not hide nor excuse his failures; he simply could not overcome Li Tan.

He then embraced a bride, savoring her graceful figure, and boldly planted a kiss on her cheek, indifferent to the onlookers.

After waiting over a minute with no response from the artillery unit, Li Tianchou grew impatient. Suddenly, a sharp slap echoed—unable to tolerate Wang Yuanling’s scolding anymore, the large black man, in a fit of rage and shame, struck her across the face.

Yet, many cultivators harbored another thought: the mysterious spiritual stones held by Chairman Zhang. If they could obtain even one, their cultivation would advance significantly. But such stones were not casually given away; they could only dream.

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“Hmph, I have been in this place for more than just a day or two, but I have never heard of someone like you. Are you trying to blackmail me?” The Fourth’s expression was unprecedentedly grave and serious.

He gazed upon the familiar surroundings, closed his eyes, and recalled past events, his heart sinking deeper into sorrow.

The colossal face, after raging, began to wail, two streams of blood tears flowing continuously, huge teardrops smashing into the ground.

In the previous battle, to seize a chance for assault, she recklessly piloted the mech into the air to draw fire. The shield arm’s protective barrier—how many hits could it endure? Though she attracted excessive fire near the ground shield, the mech sustained heavy damage.

Chen Shisan had pondered carefully over the past days; fighting alone was indeed detrimental to his growth. It was like playing a game without returning to town to purchase equipment—though the level might be high, combat strength would be greatly diminished.

Moreover, Syndra’s skill was unfailingly precise, as if endowed with foresight, each strike landing exactly where intended.

Chen Shisan stood and grabbed a handful of medicine from the residents who brought them, then approached the pharmacy’s entrance, lowering his bamboo hat to conceal his face, observing their reactions.

“I have arrived! This time, taking advantage of the various sects in Cangzhou recruiting new disciples, my senior brother, the sect leader, and I descended the mountain together specifically to see you,” Li Zhengqing said with narrowed eyes and a sly smile.

When he overheard Shi Zhongkui and Judge Cui whispering about which ghost king or demon king in the underworld, besides the Black Mountain Old Demon, was the most rampant and reckless with human life—

Yet the fiery determination in his eyes betrayed him completely. At this moment, the unwavering loyalty of Li Jiuzhong to his commander, Yue Chi, would only deepen.

Jun Feitian sighed helplessly, waving his sleeve. Suddenly, a treasure chest appeared in the hall. With a wave of his hand, the chest opened, revealing wondrous treasures inside.