Chapter 35: This Master Is a Little Frightening...

Before the battle, the black bead was nothing more than an ordinary shade of black. After the fray, it glistened with an oily sheen, and a thread of blood-red color had appeared within, slithering about as if it were alive.

Huang Xiao returned to his languid posture, intending to sleep until the sun was high in the sky to make up for his lost rest.

Having relayed all the remaining essential matters, Huang Susu and the Snake Maiden were fully prepared.

As for why Meng Niya did not resurrect him, she reasoned that since Ye Feng could be revived through "Reversal," "Resurrection from the Dead" could be kept as a backup plan.

"All right, thank you, Wulian. You truly are a good person," Meng Niya said, offering her thanks before walking in alone.

I chased after her, saying that we had helped each other out today, but I still did not know your name. Even if it were just so I would have something to remember you by when I finally recall things, please, tell me your name.

Opportunity knocks but once. Although Tyrion urged himself to enjoy this trip to the Vale, as a man with a strong sense of duty and responsibility, Aemon could not accept the idea of his partner working like a dog in King's Landing while he idled away his time sightseeing in the Vale.

The ramparts grazed by the beam of light left no traces behind; it was unclear whether they had been atomized into invisible particles or utterly annihilated.

Meng Weiran’s lips curled slightly. He was in no rush to act, standing there as he unleashed lightning strikes upon the iron hammer, watching with curiosity to see if Zhuang Jian could break free.

If they were to initiate mandatory training the moment the New Gift settlers arrived, forcing the remaining able-bodied men of each tribe to leave their families for designated Night’s Watch camps... it would likely drive half the tribes to revolt, turn against the Watch, or flee south to raid the North, plunging everything north of the Neck into chaos.

With such mastery of formations, Apothecary Huang would never go hungry as long as there was spiritual energy to be found.

As this figure was announced, the gathered villagers erupted in an uproar. Those who had previously mocked the Liu family for their foolishness behind their backs seemed to have forgotten their earlier words, their faces now beaming with joy as they discussed the news with their neighbors.

At this moment, Wu De of the Thunder God Temple danced with glee. As a man who had gambled for decades, to finally win such a spectacular fortune felt nothing short of a miracle.

Qin Huairu took the spring pancake, chewed it a few times, and then her eyes widened slowly. Seeing Liu Guangqi, she, too, wore an expression of happiness.

In truth, when it came to military strategy, Zhu Xiongying understood that seven of him combined could not compare to Zhu Di. If he were to defeat Zhu Di, it would not be through the art of war, but through immortal magic.

In a palace a few hundred meters from the Gate of Supreme Harmony, Imperial Guards Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian shielded Kangxi, retreating step by step toward the throne.

At this moment, Wei Liangxu finally realized that the atmosphere had become incredibly tense, with everyone fixated on their movements.

As for his remaining true body, it was hidden in a tomb somewhere in the island nation. There would be no chance this time; he would simply have to wait another few thousand years.

What Robert spoke of had been the dream of the Behemoth Empire for thousands of years, yet in this moment, it felt so real—so real that it seemed within reach.

And so, they watched as the previously empty amusement park suddenly came to life, with countless players appearing out of thin air, playing wantonly within the brightly lit grounds.

Having already experienced it once, Lu Youqi did not feel as afraid when he saw the ghost face again.

Hearing the Golden Hoop Immortal’s question, a cackling laugh echoed from the darkness. Naraku’s voice drifted out: "It is I." Naraku revealed himself, clad in green robes. On the surface, he appeared to be a refined gentleman, though of course, his inner depravity and gloom were hard to match.

"Han, are you holding another concert this time?" Shelley asked, having heard rumors and unable to contain her anticipation during a moment of leisure.

He had been running for half the day, thinking he was about to find his teammates, only to turn around and find himself right back at the plot point?

He certainly understood that a "heavy blow" only required inflicting massive casualties; if enough soldiers were critically wounded, it was effectively the same as forcing that unit to withdraw from the war. Over the past year or so, Fred’s command had grown increasingly steady, largely because Robert had employed so many tactics that resulted in mutual destruction.

"Having come to My Purple Star Realm, you think you can just leave after slaughtering my people? A fine dream. I shall take your head myself." Naturally, the Great Emperor Ziwei would not leave the Conferred God Platform. He took the God-Beating Whip and tossed it into the air. With a flash of blood-shadow, the Mosquito Taoist caught it.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun sat there as if in deep meditation, silent. Yet, how could he not know of the tumultuous waves rising in Yuanshi’s heart? After experiencing so much today, and having given Yuanshi so many chances on the chess board, Yuanshi still lacked the heart for true enlightenment, remaining mired in the strife of the mortal world.

Karina had never imagined that a spell could be so powerful! It had not only completely blocked the combined attack of two Gold Fighters but had even left room to spare! Karina felt that her own Battle Qi was utterly incapable of halting the advance of this glowing white fireball!

Changning did not know how she had walked back to Changning Abode. Her mood had been in constant flux all day. She truly could not fall asleep.

Her slender body then began to sway violently. She first took a forceful step forward, then turned around unsteadily, placing her hands on the edge of the open window.