Chapter 30

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Zhang Qiang was overwhelmed with excitement and hurried over. He cupped the water, washed the dust-covered face, and then took several large gulps, instantly feeling much more invigorated. Only then did he refill the water bottle, preparing to return.

“This is your chance to survive; you need to think carefully!” Nangong Chengtian was somewhat speechless. Having said it so plainly, was there still any reason to hide it?

With that thought, the two sisters, Die Wu and Die Meng, quickly ran out, while Qin Mengru and Yun Duo, following suit, scrambled to find excuses to “escape.”

However, one unit was somewhat disorganized, and when gathering, they were somewhat scattered, arriving intermittently.

“This is bad, young master. Sister Azi seems to be under some soul-controlling spell,” Yulinglong said anxiously.

Yet this chaotic beast was indeed extraordinary. With a physical body at the late stage of Primordial Chaos, even five innate spirit-treasure-level immortal swords wielded by the five hardly inflicted any substantial damage. Such a body was truly formidable. However, at this rate, it seemed that it wouldn’t be long before the beast was slain by the five swords.

The next day, Ling Duyu was tidying up the pine forest atop the mountain, secretly recalling last night when Hu Meier and three others entered the Chaos Pearl with him. He quietly felt grateful that he had already reached the level of Great Dao Golden Immortal; otherwise, he really couldn’t have endured. Those four gave him no moment’s rest.

This was the Blood Blade Saint King’s desperate trump card, only used in the most critical moments. Firstly, he was not yet fully adept at controlling it. Secondly, it was a move that harmed the enemy a thousandfold but also inflicted eight hundredfold damage on himself.

It was said that some Athenian merchants despised Hesklaus deeply, believing that the great name “Athenian Pottery” was desecrated by a Thessalian, yet no one dared openly harm him because he was a citizen of Dioneia and protected by powerful figures behind the scenes.

Today’s state is not very good, so I’ll post two updates temporarily, working on the rest. Please be patient and thank you for your understanding.

Not sure if he misunderstood what I just said, but the entire screen is filled with thick black lines, and the main subject is no longer visible.

Seeing this, the Old Devil of the Heavenly Demon was rather helpless, but upon reflection, this matter was likely related to Mount Great Sorrow.

Upon hearing the rules, Xia Bo was stunned for a moment. He had thought these rules would make him wait until the event ended before leaving but didn’t expect such firmness—they directly compensated him with the event rewards.

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“Why did you call me back from so far away? Don’t you know the roads are dangerous now?” Zhang Zhen asked the elder Zhang disrespectfully upon seeing him.

That day, he had sensed Yang Wanyi’s exceptional calmness. Now it seemed she was not only calm but also wise. At just seventeen, facing aggressive relatives, she stood in front of her younger siblings without a hint of retreat and had educated them well.

Everyone was stunned. If they had not misseen, the half-saint-level secret treasure just now used by Chen Yizhi was indeed formidable.

“Come with me,” Tang Yiyan said nothing more, simply walking forward and signaling the person to follow.

By now, the entire box was only slightly larger than a ring box, and the hands could no longer input the password; a laser was needed.

“Without him, I would have died long ago. If he hadn’t taken the brunt of Brother Long’s rat music, it would have been me who died, and I would have been the one with the broken leg,” Wang Xuan shouted wildly.

Meanwhile, Liu He was restless at work, speaking a sentence and then staring at Li Yiyang for a long time. Only when he noticed the other was about to look at him did he quickly return his gaze to the computer screen.

Xu Tengfei paced inside Xu Mengqi’s villa. On the sofa, Murong Lanxue sat dazed, deeply regretful.

“I should have inherited my father’s fief, but it was taken by others,” Jing Rong said when previously asked if she desired more wealth. She had meant the throne, but unexpectedly, he directly revealed his true thoughts, so Jing Rong skillfully diverted the topic to the fief.

Many immediately covered their mouths, their faces filled with regret and fear. Even the dozen or so young geniuses who heroically flew out from the golden ship to rescue and fiercely fight showed expressions of shock. This monk was from the Blissful Buddha Sect, an incredibly formidable background.

“My husband is a stellar hero who dominates the universe. Isn’t cutting a wire just a trivial matter?” Mira encouraged him.

Now, the Lighthouse Star had only about eighty thousand Odrailians; the over ten thousand Wind Tribe left behind perished in the Suspended Peak explosion.

Before the homeroom teacher finished speaking, a student raised their hand. The teacher nodded, signaling them to speak.

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At the shoe store, Bainuo spotted a pair of purple crystal high heels. She picked them up, tried them on, and without hesitation, put them into her shopping bag.

Dozens of Tang Sect disciples failed to secure even a single extra second for him to adjust. The shadow of death descended mercilessly.

“Hey, you’re now the master of the Northern Domain Xuanwu Emperor Palace, the hope of the Northern Domain’s human tribe, commanding the mightiest force. Can you not be so careless? Can you be more serious? Could you show some responsibility?”

“Pfft!” Hearing this, Tang Guo could no longer hold back and openly rolled her eyes.

Wow, I didn’t expect entering the city would let me level up? Wang Yitian was excited, went out again, and entered once more. Hm? No response? Out and in again, still no effect?

The remaining few stared fixedly at this magical scene, feeling deep reverence for the castle’s owner.

“Why think so far ahead? We’re freshmen now; who knows what the future holds?” Shen Xiaoxiao looked up and replied.

Suddenly, the pager on Ni Cantian’s body beeped. He stopped crying and picked it up.

To ease the impending sorrow of departure, Chen Mofan playfully leaned toward Tian Aiyuan’s tender, rosy lips.

Seeing Chen Cao and Rodney leisurely sitting in the living room, Alibuda was overjoyed. He rushed over and embraced them both: “My brothers, you had me worried sick. How did it go?” Though he didn’t know what Chen Cao had been doing, he knew it must have been significant.