Chapter 49

It was evident that while the Huaxia Alliance had given him an opportunity, it also pushed him into extreme danger. Even with the advantage of his physical body, should he encounter peak Battle Saints or large numbers of enemies, the probability of his demise remained very high, not to mention the various natural disasters waiting within the ruins world.

The Taoist waited for a moment. Seeing that the City God still showed no intention of raising his head, he took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom with a look of heartache, inside which were thirty drops of celestial silver.

"Roar!!" Just as the myriad sword lights were about to strike the two, a heaven-shaking dragon roar resounded through the clouds. Above Yang Guo's head, a massive five-clawed true dragon roared, opening its jaws to spew a brilliant pillar of light while extending gigantic dragon claws to shatter the incoming sword beams.

"Stop crying. Your grandmother's illness hasn't reached the point of no cure; I can heal her," Lin Feng comforted softly.

And Ashe's purpose in sharing her eagle-spirit vision with him was clearly displayed before Wang Zhen as the image froze.

If anyone could know what was going through their minds, it would be sheer shock—shock and nothing else.

When that middle-aged man blew into the miniature flute, Mo Zixin's body, which had remained motionless until then, suddenly and inexplicably trembled.

Zhou Qing glanced at the fluttering camp banners, the men like dragons, and the horses like tigers of the Archery-Demon Camp, and said with a hint of jealousy.

In an instant, hundreds of millions of blood-red mechas surged out from the Freljord Star Region. They were none other than the Red Alert troops, and they were piloting the second-generation Blood-Sting Mechas.

Lu Tian glanced at him, instantly discerning that this fellow had suffered a deviation in his cultivation, which explained why his voice sounded so strange.

Across the thirty-three cultivation planets of the Bone Demon race, above towering cities, layers of light screens materialized, suspended before countless individuals. Upon those light screens was precisely everything currently unfolding on Spirit Stone Planet.

Pity that she had infiltrated for so long yet still brought back no news at all. Dugu Qian's efficiency had always been exceptionally high; within three days, she could usually uncover everything about a corporation. However, this efficiency failed to manifest itself properly when it came to the Lu Group.

With a crisp sound of "crack," exceptionally abrupt in the overly quiet side bedroom, Qiu Lan gave a start, her feverish anger instantly cooling down. She knew what that sound was. She was likely one of the earliest among all the Yumin people to be intimately familiar with that sound.

Chen Song and Zhu Ge were still not in the room. Yang Fei'er went back to pack some mountaineering essentials, brought some dry rations, changed into a more form-fitting outfit, slept soundly all day, and waited for the night to go to the Bird's Nest with Dorgon.

"Even if you don't know how to climb, you still have to climb. Whoever hosts the game has absolute authority on this day, and once you're chosen, you aren't allowed to refuse," Lu Dong'er said with schadenfreude.

The four Grand Masters had no objections and nodded in agreement. After all, the decision before them concerned the future survival of Wushan Residence, and they were still more inclined to place their faith in the divine.

Long Xiao's expression grew even uglier. "Get out, and send Jia Qianqian in!" His voice was icy and merciless, completely indifferent to the fact that the other party was a delicate beauty.

"Alright, cheers!" With the exception of Yang Fei'er, everyone drank straight from the wine jars. After finishing, they slammed the jars onto the ground with a loud crash and burst into hearty laughter, showing much of the heroic spirit of the Liangshan outlaws.

Fine, we'll listen to him. The Insect King Xu Siyuan is a man of supreme intellect, yet someone astonishingly childish. He is exceedingly upright, of the highest moral character, and utterly honest. Since he claims to have confidence in "helping my energy transition," trusting him will certainly not go wrong.

Nie Wuqheng said nothing more. Instead, he wrapped his iron-like arms tightly around her and sprinted toward the cave.

The White Horse with High Ears glanced sideways at the Vajra Body, ignored it, and merely raised its head proudly, its mane fluttering as it leisurely chewed the green grass.

He had already set up secret ambushes and mechanisms when he arrived, intending not to expose these forces unless absolutely necessary, but the current situation left him no choice.

"What is happening? This passage is about to close, yet four people have yet to return!" His heart was filled with doubt and unease, completely unaware of what had transpired.

No sooner had Mary returned than she noticed several tents had gained an extra plant outside. With a roll of her eyes, she scurried out, dug up a wild flower, and planted it right at the entrance of her own tent.

"Since the First Mistress wishes to watch a show, why shouldn't we put one on for her?" When she selected those jewelry pieces earlier, she deliberately chose the most expensive ones, all to prepare for unexpected contingencies.

She turned around, ignoring Yan Song and Song Ling who were left completely bewildered in the wind, and acted as if nothing had happened at all.

Chen Fei couldn't help groaning. The features in Berlin did not match the description of the metal fragment; they had merely deduced it based on the identity of the house's owner.

A mere brief exposure and she already attracted so much romantic attention. What would happen if everyone found out how stunning she was?

Several martial artists from the pugilistic world sitting in the second-floor alcove wore expressions of profound regret, cursing themselves for arriving a step too late and missing the previous night's battle on Shark Horn Island. Hearing that the Hengshan Sect was currently hunting down the few remaining fugitive island bandits, they immediately grabbed their sabers and spears and strode out of the tavern, eager to join in the excitement.

Chen Tianfeng picked up a branch, grimaced, and tossed it away. It had just rained, and the branch was soggy and unfit for starting a fire.

How could someone with merely Golden Core stage cultivation easily and instantly slaughter twelve masters at the ninth layer of the Golden Core stage?

Wang Yue was a divine-tier expert; not only was his internal energy profound enough to project vital essence outwardly and achieve what ordinary people could not, but his hearing and vision were also far sharper than those of the average person.