Volume 1, Chapter 56: Contesting the Bout

Once stepping into the secret chamber, without adequate precautions, even an immediate retreat would only result in death from poison on the way back.

As for niter, it is extremely soluble in water. Large-scale deposits are likely to exist only in environments resembling deserts, where it does not rain for years.

Besides hosting the Spring Festival Gala, Qiu Yang only performed two routines. Even with his large following of fans and music lovers, surely they wouldn't have stayed glued to their television sets just for him until the gala ended?

"Grab them!" At the groom's command, those who came with him—long since impatient—immediately swarmed forward.

After taking a bath and pondering for a moment, he decided to go out and visit Sikong Qin to ask for her help in acquiring a piece of thousand-refined profound iron, along with some weapons and armor forged from profound iron.

However, if those assassins had already infiltrated the Jiao Hu branch and were exploiting the internal conflicts of the Horseshoe Scorpion Tribe for personal gain and merit, that would be a completely different story.

Consequently, the broadcast rights for this match—which was never part of the original plan—were acquired by CCTV5 at a hefty price.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, high-level figures within the sects such as the Heavenly God Old Monster, Tianshan Old Monster, Frost, and Fairy Ruoxi... pushed their cultivation realms straight to the tenth stage of Nascent Soul, leaving them only a single step away from the Deity Transformation stage. Yet, an impassable chasm still lay before them.

Just as Qin Xiangxiang changed her mind and intended to return to the Embracing Moon Troupe, she spotted a furtive, shadowy figure.

This was a post published on a website, complete with fabricated evidence that lured clueless users into withdrawing funds.

A Saint Realm powerhouse at age twenty-one—looking across the entire history of the four domains, individuals who could reach this level were exceedingly rare, with the most recent one appearing three hundred years ago.

A flash of triumph crossed his eyes. Fortunately, he had stored numerous demonic beast carcasses within his system; otherwise, finding any ingredients in this godforsaken backcountry would have been truly difficult.

Moreover, the sword image she had struck with her single blow instantly transformed into a surge of sword qi, dissipating on the spot.

Song Tianji frowned, disappointed by this unfavorable start. He pointed a finger into the empty air, and the wind element surged forth to form a palm-sized wind spirit bird. With a flick of his hand, he sent the bird flying a hundred meters away as it soared upward.

Their analysis was not fundamentally incorrect, but their fatal flaw lay in trying to measure Ye Xingchen's strength by conventional logic.

Listening to the parting chatter between the several of them, Qu Fei and Editor Xiong exchanged glances. In truth, the flaws in Yan Buhui's words were quite easy to deduce, yet people would rather stubbornly believe what they wished to believe.

"As long as you can manufacture it, all the resources you need will be provided in full. You don't need to hush your worries about that," He Jiao said, a hint of a smile actually appearing on her face.

Lü Bu glared fixedly at Changtian's back. If looks could kill, Changtian would have died a myriad of times over.

However, after pondering these matters, I began to understand. The sword had been passed from Old Wang to my grandfather to be brought in, so this affair must be related to my past life.

Seeing Ji Chengming charging toward him, the old turtle showed not a shred of panic. It slowly planted its feet, swaying its massive shell to shake off the weeds covering its back.

Especially having experienced the second trial's illusion of the bloody skull, she refused to believe that the old bastard Green Sword Ancestor wouldn't pull some stunt at the very last moment.

Song Mai usually went bare-faced, owning hardly any cosmetics to save money, and her clothes were cheap bargains bought from night market street stalls—three pieces for a hundred yuan.

A few cultivators of the Xia family merely took a light breath when they suddenly felt their vision go black and their limbs turn powerless, as if countless ants were gnawing at their bodies.

Her parents had died in a car accident during weather just like this. She often dreamed of the scene from that day, waking up drenched in cold sweat every single time.

Beast realms are divided into five grades, with the first being the weakest and the fifth the strongest, corresponding respectively to the human Knowing-One and Gathering-Five realms.

Although he very much wanted to linger a bit longer with Jiang Yuan, it wouldn't do to let Jiang Yuan harbor the misconception that his physical health was poor.

The compass had failed, but fortunately, they still had the firebird and the unicorn. Relying on their formidable sensory capabilities, the two beasts managed to discern the direction with great difficulty, guiding Lu Fan and the others forward.

A sudden gale swept through the Spirit World, and endless natural spiritual energy coalesced into a torrential vortex, rushing straight toward Shen Changqing's dantian.

"Chen Guoming, Chen Qiaoqiao—good! We'll go with whatever you say." Now that their child had a name, the smile on Song Cheng's face never faded. The two of them talked until the early hours of the morning before finally falling asleep in each other's embrace.

Any other material—even the latest Type-I Wildhorse heavy armor recently outfitted by the General Military Command's Forlorn Hope Battalions—would fall drastically short of meeting the requirements.

Stripped of mystique, it was nothing more than high-performance superconducting metallic spiritual materials, anti-gravity arrays, and ultra-high-capacity batteries combined with some new weapons manufactured using China's current technology. Furthermore, China could not bear to equip many of them, leaving only a single regiment per military region.

The masked man's laughter, amplified through the loudspeaker, pierced the emptiness like a night owl: "Of course I won't die, cough, cough... Without eliminating a heretic like you, how could I... die, cough, cough." The speaker emitted breathless wheezes reminiscent of a bellows.

When the drum had sounded eight times and eight red lanterns were lit, the previously pitch-black stage was now shrouded in a hazy layer of red mist—haunting, intoxicating, mesmerizing, and heart-stirring.

However, when she caught sight of the two bars and two stars on the man's shoulders, all her whimsical bubbles of fantasy popped and vanished in an instant.

"Strike!" The grim God of Slaughter's mouth twitched fiercely as he uttered the exact same command for the second time.

"Apologies, at present we only have cold dishes, along with a serving of plain white rice. That will be 20 yuan." Tears welled up in Liu Qingsi's eyes, yet her face radiated genuine, heartfelt joy. Choking back her sobs, she gave her reply.