Volume One, Chapter 51: Surely Beaten Badly

The two of them stood up simultaneously, and He Zhengxi realized that the place had changed from before. All the previous archways had vanished, leaving behind only a single passage through which light could be seen.

"Here, take this too." Great Elder Feng also retrieved a phoenix model, the same size as the one belonging to the seventh elder of the Phoenix clan, from his beast-taming space and shoved it into the arms of the old ancestor of the Cang family.

Although both were generals, they had learned their conduct from General Viper, leading people to address General Viper simply as 'General,' while the One-Eyed General was always referred to by his full title, 'One-Eyed General.'

"Hehe, she probably knows she can't escape anyway!" said the phoenix that spoke first, with a slight air of smugness.

When it was Feng Qiyue and the others' turn to enter, they could clearly sense the earthen bear's dissatisfaction toward them.

Even so, Ximen Zhuixue's sword still managed to cut a gash across Feng Ying's face, and fresh blood slowly trickled down.

In the early morning, the mist turned into dew, and the temperature naturally dropped significantly. Tu Yunyun, still leaning against Commander Long's shoulder, instinctively wrapped her arms around herself.

"By the way, Dean, I've decided to hand over the Earth-Fiend Blood Demon Arts of the Blood Demon Sword Venerable to the Eastern Courtyard. Can I exchange it for some medicinal pills, cultivation methods, and martial arts techniques?" Ximen Zhuixue asked. The reason he kept Ximen Yuan behind was precisely to trade for some cultivation resources from Tianxing Martial Academy for Ximen Yuan to take back.

Why was Zhong Fangfang suddenly so formidable? Why did she feel like she had almost no ability to resist? Xiao Ming thought in despair. Eventually, he simply stopped resisting, curled himself into a ball, and let her beat him, figuring she wouldn't beat him to death.

"You haven't introduced yourself yet." Looking at Peng Haoming's tall and sturdy build, Zhu Mei'er could not help but soften her tone.

When Chen Le recounted the process of having his heart dug out, this was the exact image that emerged in my mind. Yet Chen Le was not as fortunate as Zhu Erdan; no one replaced his heart with a new one.

"Thank you, hubby!" The corners of Liu Mengqi's mouth curved into a pretty arc, revealing two shallow dimples.

Savin still felt somewhat uneasy and checked along the way. Anyone who wasn't thoroughly dead received another slash of his sword, and faint wisps of dark shadows were gradually absorbed by the Nightmare Sword in his hand.

Though he knew this was not the right time, his long spear danced up and down, and the surrounding players were forced back one after another.

Despite it being the middle of the night, the Princess Qinghe Residence was brightly lit as day. Servants were everywhere, and the inner courtyard was heavily guarded with layer upon layer of security.

Nowadays, Qinghe made no secret of it, blatantly colluding with the Grand Preceptor. Although Ming Zhao was the prince regent, he was restricted by them at every turn. When Qinghe wanted to promote her own people and Ming Zhao refused, the Soul Mirror incident was fabricated, threatening to throw the realm into chaos. Qinghe and the Grand Preceptor simply washed their hands of the matter, stubbornly forcing Ming Zhao to compromise.

After eating, they still planned to continue strolling through the antique market. Could they really expect those drivers and bodyguards to follow them around on an empty stomach?

Suddenly, Li Qiang had a vague feeling that he still remembered some of the contents from the tendon-changing scripture.

Feng Lingxia looked around in confusion, assuming this was merely an illusion conjured by his inner demons to confuse him. Facing the sudden appearance of Lumine and Kazuha, he showed no surprise, but instead maintained a vigilant stance.

Bai Huazang shifted to the left like lightning and threw a punch into an empty space in the corner. As the punch landed, a figure materialized, clad in the divine robes of assassination. The curvaceous figure tried her utmost to counter the blow with her sword, but she was no match for the sheer force of the punch, and her weapon shattered into dozens of pieces.

Tang San's heart skipped a beat, knowing that things were heading in a direction beyond his control. However, he was Tang San after all—changing a condition was a minor matter.

He spoke up proactively, partly to relieve his slightly embarrassed colleague Li Zhao, and partly to confirm the ownership of the bank card.

Yet, an incredible scene unfolded. Xia Lan remained suspended in the air. Accompanied by the descent of a holy light, she gently raised her left arm and opened her jade palm, blocking Wu Million's massive fist head-on while her body remained completely motionless.

Suddenly, a flash of purple light swept past, and the wrists of the Burrowing Ghost Deity were cleanly severed.

It was the black robe he habitually wore, and even the cuffs were embroidered with dark patterns similar to those on his clothes. She hadn't expected her to notice even such minute details.

Seeing that he only looked at her in silence, Nongxue bit her lip, gazing at him with an even more fragile expression in her eyes.

Zhu Zhulin looked at her younger sister in astonishment, realizing that she hardly recognized her anymore. Such enduring forbearance was not a bit inferior to that of their eldest sister, Zhu Zhuyun.

Where was the Fire Phoenix thinking of launching an attack? Its body had already leaped into the air, barely dodging the Seal of Town-Sea.

Zhong Lingyu told Daisy Meng to quickly change into a more presentable outfit. Although Daisy Meng found it troublesome, she had no choice but to follow his instructions. Once she changed, Zhong Lingyu dialed Su Rui's number to start a video call, placing the phone down while Daisy Meng struck a few poses in front of the camera.

Therefore, Chu Feng felt it necessary to rush over immediately and help Zhao Jing deal with that arrogant and conceited young man.

The reason lay in the geology of this damn place; its density and hardness were dozens of times that of Earth's. The earth compass struggled greatly to drill through it, and consequently, the progress became extremely slow.

"You're saying that a million of our men have already been infected with this unknown virus?" The general still couldn't believe his ears and asked again.

Perhaps already numb to Pei Donglai's miraculous displays, the street racing enthusiasts all maintained silence this time.

In that case, the words he had spoken to Pei Wufu—"The Nalan family was once unrighteous, and they will definitely be unrighteous again in the future"—would be reduced to a complete joke.

As Elder Kong Pei's voice rang out, a dozen leading figures simultaneously vanished from the main immortal warship, deploying teleportation techniques to intercept Shangguan Jinzheng.