35. So Many Traps

The next morning, at the first hour of the tiger, Zhang Ruyun quietly slipped out of the camp. Though the Emei experts, including Liu Chengfeng, possessed keen senses, Zhang was confident that his current internal energy and lightness skills would allow him to move undetected. He traveled five miles south before stopping beneath a massive boulder.

The cultivator surnamed Li turned his head, ignoring the other man. He then maneuvered the Spirit-Guiding Disk to descend from the sky, just as Su Mu had done.

Feeling like a boy experiencing first love—how interesting. Yet, when he "accidentally" met Su Ruoyao today, she whispered "I hate you" through gritted teeth. She was incapable of hiding her true feelings, and her joy was plain for all to see.

The original universe, enveloped in an invisible, void-like barrier, remained untouched by the boundless flames of war. It continued to develop slowly and serenely, entirely unaware of the chaos and slaughter raging beyond its borders.

The thousand spear-lights arrived in the blink of an eye, yet Ye Ge walked toward Mu Qinghan on the massive boulder as if he hadn't a care in the world.

Liu Dingtian and his companions stood frozen in shock, staring at the bloody, dismembered remains of their leader, Feng Ke.

The first guest to arrive was the King of the Wheel, one of the ten kings of the underworld. Beside him walked another Qi Donglai—the same man who had encountered Qin Yibai in the immortal realm and sought to use the power of the Li family to strike him down.

As the words fell, the many cultivators hiding in the shadows drew sharp breaths. They had not expected Su Mu to discover their presence, nor that he would show no fear in the face of such numbers. The title of the "Black-Bodied Yama" was truly well-earned.

Wang Yiyi offered a demonic smile that made Ye Qiu’s hair stand on end; he urged the taxi driver to hurry toward her company.

The man finished speaking and looked at the cultivator surnamed Li with a fawning expression. But the icy look he received left him bewildered; he bowed his head, unable to fathom what he had said wrong.

Yet, why was this microscopic world, visible only under a high-powered microscope, so clear to his eyes now?

The White Tower faction had dispatched six or seven experts of the Purple Mansion Realm, while those following Chen Aotian numbered about a dozen more.

"How is it that the Seal of Fantian is in your hands?" Zhao Gongming frowned, his face filled with astonishment.

All the demons could do was tremble, their fists clenched, looking utterly at a loss.

One could only blame the Demon Province for pouring out its entire force in such bitter hatred. To reclaim the Bell of Lost Souls, they would plunge the mortal world into misery—who could stop them?

After all, at the beginning, Xiao Bai hadn't even had the chance to dodge, but now, even while sprinting madly, she could evade her long whip.

Yet the Heavenly Dragon Spirit Academy dared not offend the Imperial Gate for the sake of Bai Zifan. Many elders opposed recruiting him; even though he had agreed to join, they felt he wasn't worth the trouble. Perhaps his addition would elevate the Academy's status, but it was debatable.

The War Spirit’s sword descended, scattering scorching sword intent, and with immense power, it struck the city guards.

This month, Neville broke his arm, but Malfoy didn't bully him by throwing his Remembrall, meaning the subsequent series of events—Harry riding his broom to catch the Remembrall and being spotted by Professor McGonagall—never happened.

Lin Chen’s words left Shen Bing stunned, her seated posture freezing. After a moment of silence, a trace of awkwardness appeared on her face, though Lin Chen, watching the phosphorescence in the stream, did not notice.

After deliberating for a moment and organizing his thoughts, he told Onoki everything he had learned.

They were similar to ghost slaves, yet different. Ghost slaves existed because of vengeful spirits, but these people existed because of the village.

"Outside the Great Wall, beneath Jinshan Ridge, Jin Family Manor. Hahaha! A single needle bridges the gap between life and death; neither god nor demon. We shall meet again!" A voice echoed from the sky.

Milk, sitting primly to the side, cast a look of disdain at Ji Muyi, clearly still angry with her.

Xia Yang paused, then followed him to an office building and into a spacious office.

Doing this was not worth it at all; it could even be called the most erroneous decision the Southern Immortal Kingdom had ever made.

"I let you go back then to save you some face. What, Hero Li, do you think I didn't do a good enough job? Then today, I can broadcast your story. Let everyone get to know your 'glorious achievements' properly." Hu Guiran maintained his smile, but it looked more like a mockery.

The moment the thought arose, the nerves and muscles of his arm adjusted according to his existing memory, reaching the peak of ideal performance.

Tang Sanzang watched the Ruthless Empress with admiration; the poison of the Scorpion was agonizing, yet she endured it without a sound.

At the thought of the Blood-Robed One’s terrifying strength, Elder Bai felt a surge of panic and immediately cast those thoughts aside.

Fang Hao understood the strength of a Level 5 evolver perfectly. If he were forced to kill Lin Lu, it wouldn't be impossible, but it would certainly come at a cost, and he did not want to lose even one of his subordinates for it.

"Look at us—first, we aren't wearing designer clothes; second, we have no bodyguards; third, we have no car. Where do you see any sign that we are rich?" I questioned him skeptically.

So, while following Delentai’s demands, he quickly gathered the families of the Eight Banners disciples who had gone to the Kunlun Slave Kingdom. This required coordination with the Great Zhou, as many families had been left behind in Beijing. The Great Zhou had promised that as long as their families agreed, they would not be detained.

The core of an army is its officer class; if they are professional, the army is more professional. The Russian army, like other European nations, relied on noble sons for its officers, but unlike others, their proportion of nobility was significantly higher.

Countless sword lights descended upon the earth, slaying a monster with countless tentacles. That creature possessed the combat power of the Origin Realm, making it the strongest monster to appear thus far.

The warhorse’s vision was blocked; it could not see things in the distance, only what was directly in front of it. Thus, it charged straight toward the broken section of the courtyard wall.

One by one, behemoths floated in the air. By their silhouettes, they were massive war-ships, yet all were only half-finished. The production site, which should have been bustling, now appeared desolate. Nearly half the cultivators wandered aimlessly, occasionally looking up at the sky; some mocked, some were anxious, and others were waiting for something.