Volume One, Chapter 120: Return to the Homeland!

The fishing boat rocked violently, far less comfortable than the vessel they had taken before, but Zhou Guoxin and Old Jia felt a deep sense of security. After two days of being relentlessly hunted and living on the edge of death, their hearts filled with constant fear. Only at this moment did they finally feel the weight lift from their chests. Both men collapsed on their backs in the cabin, unwilling to move a muscle.

Qiming, still shaken, shouted and instinctively retaliated with a Killing Curse. Yet, the green light that symbolized death seemed to have no effect on the white-bearded old man before him. It appeared that the spatial confinement was one-sided; Dumbledore spun his cloak and dodged the deadly spell with ease.

…If a crack in the dream world signified its corruption, and a network of cracks heralded its impending collapse, what could the current situation mean?

Panda was both startled and delighted—mystery meant that the people involved were of high status. Clearly, this letter was of great importance. He accepted the letter, broke the seal on the spot, and began to read it carefully.

Whether it was a chair, an apple, or a vast city, everything appeared as he wished—just as before. The dream world had completely returned to normal, as though nothing had ever happened.

Now that we’ve signed the agreement with them, you say I have to build so many factories. I simply can’t manage it all. And if you say to let Lu Yifei handle it, I doubt he could cope either,” Hu Bo said gloomily, lying there with his eyes closed.

“What’s going on? What happened? Qingyang?” Xingtianwu, standing nearby, asked anxiously.

“So this is Mount Flood Dragon?” Qingyang asked with curiosity and interest, taking in the misty, fairy-like peaks and ridges surrounding him.

Soon, Wu Siyen arrived with Feng’er and whispered Xian Cao’s purpose into Qin Hanzhen’s ear.

As she introduced these matters to Shi Sansheng, Sikong Yanran intentionally or unintentionally portrayed the Hehuan Sect as an utterly evil, despised cult.

Lu Lihong, seated just below Chen Yubai, frowned slightly. She did not look at Hong Yutian or Chen Ruhao, but her face darkened just a bit.

Tom was once again awed by Ling Zhengdao’s boldness. A deposit of one hundred million dollars—he had only named such an outrageous sum to bargain, but this young president seemed a bit naïve.

The Thunder Serpent King’s ultimate form possessed nine heads, so adding a giant python to the mix could not be more perfect.

Even for those with great magical powers, most chose one protective spell to shield themselves in this space.

“I have something for you…” The master suddenly arched her brows and smiled, her eyes aglow with loving warmth.

With nothing urgent at hand, Lin Ruofeng took out his cosmic communicator to check for any special happenings over the past few days.

Shi Xie had no doubt—if he showed himself, some enemies from Bajishan, his own and others’, would be eager to see him make a fool of himself.

Yet Ling Zhengdao’s next words—“I can raise the price”—immediately wiped the look of difficulty from Tom’s face.

Bell’s comment reminded everyone that the Black Tiger Gang truly lacked a Sage-ranked powerhouse to guard them.

The audience in the arena grew increasingly silent. As the National Martial Arts Tournament progressed, the opponents became stronger and the matches more exciting. All were eagerly awaiting the battles among the top sixteen teams.

Otherwise, even the aftershocks of the battle were enough to injure or even kill them.

He pulled two hundred-tael silver notes from a stack of one thousand, intending to hand them to Mi Ouping. But Mi Ouping, his eyes vacant and expressionless, backed away as if he hadn’t even seen the notes being offered.

In the dead of night, just then, Bukin—who had always been on bad terms with him—called. Given Trump’s temperament, it wouldn’t be surprising if he chose not to answer.

Yet, the other side was certainly not as weak as he had just claimed. Otherwise, they couldn’t have captured Yuan Luoyuan, Gan Shichi, and Ding Dingding so easily—nor caused such widespread injury among so many.

The Flying Serpent, too, had adversaries it could not defeat, enemies it could not kill. But since no one could kill him, it naturally followed that he would be the one to slay others.

“Master, here’s the thing.” Li Fan produced his Earth Profound Shield, and with a slight movement, a crisp click sounded as a ring of silver sawteeth appeared along the shield’s edge.

Zhang Jingxuan hadn’t expected the seemingly indestructible Sun Shenglou to be so gravely wounded—beyond all hope of rescue.

At the time, Gu Lie had spoken without reservation, and now a blood-red dragon silhouette appeared on his body.

When Tom picked up the white porcelain bottle, Quan Shengnan’s attention was caught by a pair of blue-and-white plates and a pastel celestial sphere vase.

It was so cold. A chill seeped from within, invading every pore, making me begin to tremble uncontrollably.

“Grisa, I want to trade these things.” As Savin’s mother spoke, she piled the chosen clothes and other items before the middle-aged man.