Volume 1, Chapter 28: Attending the Bedchamber

Lu Haikong’s mockery did nothing to hinder the activation of the enemy’s ultimate technique. Perhaps because the legion had already fully assembled, the "Commander Trait" of the [Zhang Han Terracotta Warriors] manifested much faster than before.

Thus, even though Jue Kong’s advanced martial arts skills nearly doubled his strength, many still felt the outcome of their duel remained uncertain.

As water and fire intertwined, the resulting steam and chilling mist merged, swallowing everything until only a vast, blinding whiteness remained.

"Clang—" In his haste, Jia Ren only managed to parry with his sword before it was sent flying from his grip. A moment later, he was cleaved in two by a follow-up strike, his body falling from his mount.

At this moment, the magnificent pillar of potential finally subsided. Lin Yue stepped forward, thinking to himself: That should be enough.

There were no foreign outsiders on the grasslands—at least not in the expanse Lu Haikong occupied. Under these circumstances, these leveling spots had accumulated over a year of growth, resulting in the dozens, perhaps hundreds, of bandit camps present.

For Hu Yue and Yao Shuhua, there was no difference between fighting three opponents or four. If anything, it merely added a slight increase to the pressure.

Perhaps blinded by rage, or driven to madness by the shame of being struck in full view of everyone, Qi Tian audaciously threatened the corpse demon, Deng Pinghui.

Nodding, Li Chenfeng felt his mood lighten slightly. It wasn’t because of Guang Kun’s words, but because he realized this was, after all, a world of martial arts. Without the flash of blades, the clash of swords, and the storms of blood, how could it be considered a grand and magnificent martial arts world?

Lu Jue turned to meet her gaze and offered a faint, strained smile. He had no intention of resolving her inner confusion, instead taking her hand and walking straight over to sit opposite Noble Consort Yuan.

It was a pity that obtaining such a secret manual was exceptionally difficult. Even with Sato Tsuru’s power, it was impossible. After all, this was China, a place where they faced too many constraints; taking it by force was even more arduous.

Fortunately, the Bull Demon King, who had been sent flying, finally arrived. He swung his giant axe in a leaping strike aimed at the Demon Lord. The Demon Lord countered with a backhanded sword stroke, colliding with the axe in a deafening, earth-shaking blast.

"But tell me, do you think there’s a chance to pull him into that plan?" Li Yaowei asked, looking at Wang Zhenxi.

Though phrased as a question, Wang Fan’s tone was undeniably certain that Wang Qing’s whereabouts were known to Dongfang Yu.

Advancing from the sixth level of the Innate Realm to the seventh was, compared to the truly grand goal of reaching the Divine Ability Realm, of no consequence at all.

"This is a happy ending for all. Young man, my time is up; I shall take my leave now," Diao Chan said.

The Congalala was filled with towering rage at the loss of its crest; its cheeks turned a deep, vibrant red—the mark of its fury.

At that moment, brilliance swirled across the sky. Zihan looked back toward the solitary peak in the darkness. In that instant, Yao Huangtian stood perfectly still, a blood-red sigil flickering at the center of his brow. His eyes had completely transformed into a shade of blood.

It resembled a colosseum, albeit an ultra-luxurious one. The ground was made of a special material, surrounded by tiered seating and a fence of reinforced alloy.

In the flickering light, one could only catch glimpses of his peerless, intoxicating face, though his eyes burned with a terrifying, paranoid excitement.

The stamina he had consumed dealing with Zhou Hao earlier had pained him for quite some time; otherwise, given the man’s previous insolence, he would never have shown mercy.

Yet, even that sliver had brought him boundless benefits. His core was now far hotter than the magma had been originally—it was far more than just a small improvement.

With those words, a void passage opened. Zi Su stepped directly inside, returning to the Martial Dao world; a candidate for Saint was afforded considerable freedom.

The light from the LED screen outside the window rippled across her face. Shi Qin was momentarily mesmerized, until her phone rang once again.

The lotus petals scattered like a rain of flowers, but with a difference: each petal remained subtly connected to the others. Though they seemed to drift apart, they functioned as a single, unified whole.

"Yes, kill it! It has caused the deaths of so many of our brothers and brought us such suffering. If we don't take this opportunity to kill it, I fear that once the Lighthouse awakens, we will all be left waiting for death," the cultivators cried out indignantly.

Wei Wuyuan looked into the golden-glowing eyes of Sun Wukong, and for some reason, he believed those words instantly.

Thus, he too needed to meditate and cultivate. Gray stars rotated deep within his pupils, vast and boundless, supreme and terrifying, like the fundamental laws of the universe.

However, once defeated, the dissatisfaction in the hearts of the people would inevitably be ignited. After all, the soldiers who died on the city walls were the kin of those living in the Imperial City.

Before Song Xing could formulate a plan, her phone rang again—it was Sister Shuang from the Zoo Wholesale Market.

Having adapted to the rhythm and intensity of NBA games, Li Qiang felt that the Chinese national team’s training was far too lacking in challenge. Li Qiang led the five starters in an internal scrimmage against the five substitutes. The game was halted by Yao Ming after only three minutes, as the disparity between the two teams was far too vast, resulting in a completely lopsided score.