Volume 1, Chapter 42: The Hero Emerges

At this moment, the old man's expression twisted into something rather ferocious, as if he harbored some deep dissatisfaction toward Lin Feng.

However, the disparity in cultivation was simply too vast. These people could only sacrifice their lives in vain, ultimately gaining nothing at all.

Now, barely a year had passed since the last time, and they had already relocated several places—previously in Jubei City, and now in Lin'an City.

This came as quite a surprise; out of more than twenty auditing students, he had actually managed to run into one.

In the end, Caitlyn and Vi failed to reach any sort of consensus—Vi stepped out of the elevator completely satisfied and radiant, while Caitlyn looked utterly drained of all energy and spirit, plunged into the depths of dejection.

And now, his achievements in semiconductors gave him the honor to bring up this matter.

He knew that Bourbon had done the exact same thing before signaling him to come over, and he placed absolute trust in Bourbon's capabilities.

Just then, however, a strange sensation registered directly in Lin Feng's perception, as though something was approaching them.

The night was already deep. Shen Changlin, wearing the pajamas Shishi had brought, lay sideways on the sofa to watch television.

Just as it had previously crashed headfirst into the hard earth, the dragon's horns were bent, yet not a single crack marred the surface of the ice.

Immediately following that, an even bloodier scene unfolded: using their talons to grip the severed chunks of flesh, they extended the sharp claws on their wings like human hands, directly tearing at the pieces and shoving the ripped portions into those gaping, bloody maws, beginning to chew with savage ferocity.

Genius beings in this world could reach at most the Ninth Heaven. Upon achieving the status of a supreme powerhouse, the absolute limit of their combat strength capped at just over nine trillion worlds of force.

"No way? Could it be that our place used to be haunted?" Terrified by the Parade of a Hundred Ghosts the previous night and having stayed awake all night, the idlers currently squatting in the corner and dozing off all raised their eyes to stare intently at Xu Yousan.

Back then, relying on the insights into the Saint Dao contained within the mark left by Taishang Laojun, coupled with his own arduous efforts, he had finally forged a four-sided cube. Only thus was he able to achieve a balance within his body among those four types of power that were originally completely incompatible and even mutually repulsive.

"To think you are still alive... Do you wish to clear our grudges once and for all?..." Looking at the map in her hand, the Dowager Consort gently raised her fair hand, softly brushing away the dust on its surface. Her sexy cherry lips curled upward slightly, her smile carrying a playful yet somewhat desolate undertone.

Yet the young man brushed aside his earlier speechlessness, acting as though no awkwardness had ever existed between them as he continued speaking.

Before He Jingxuan could even offer a rebuttal, the matter had been thus decreed by the City Lord! This was utterly absurd! Your household having members matched for breeding has nothing to do with me—why on earth drag me into this?

Moreover, her divine soul was incomparably powerful, far beyond what Mo Yu could possibly destroy, even if she were placed inside a divine artifact furnace.

A few seconds ago, he was still inwardly triumphant over seizing the right moment and was just about to reach Wen Jing, when suddenly a bolt from the blue intervened—a fishing net dropped from the sky, entangling him tightly from head to toe.

The Ancient-Modern Dragon Emperor, Turbulent Dragon Emperor, and Thousand-Hand Dragon Emperor all turned pale with livid complexions. They exchanged glances, hesitated for a moment, and finally, slowly sank to their knees.

All problems seemed to have been resolved through abnormal means. Yet as Song Daunhui sat inside the Audi A6 driven by Li Jinghong, he actually felt no sense of nervous trepidation. It was not that he was unafraid of Li Jinghong as a thoroughly inexperienced novice; rather, his mind simply could not remain focused solely on the present situation.

"Ya'er..." Every time Zhao Chang thought about matters of the heart nowadays, he felt as though his head was swelling to twice its size. He had never intentionally kept anything hidden from anyone, but there would inevitably come a day when both of them would appear before him simultaneously in the exact same capacity. What should he do then? What choice should he make?

Ruorui followed the sound and took another two steps into the room before she caught sight of the customarily arrogant and overbearing Jun Wuxia.

As it turned out, within that extremely fleeting instant, Zhao Chang had already flicked a razor blade toward Xiao Ce.

Situ Xiao turned and stepped inside, Ruan Jingyuan cleared the path, and Li Yilin straightened his garments, entered, and closed the door behind him.

"Senior flatters me far too much." Qi Xuanjing was momentarily dangled in bewilderment. An immortal's body was naturally the physical shell of an immortal; he certainly did not possess the capability to extract such a celestial vessel.

Peculiarly, it bore a brilliantly red flower at its apex, yet not a single leaf grew along the stem.

Jun He abruptly whipped around, casting his gaze upward toward the heavens, simply wishing to prevent Duan Shiyu from seeing the tear stains covering his face.

She raised an eyebrow: "Nan Ruochen, when did you become so coy? If I say it's fine, then it's fine. Now that I already know you're injured, no matter what, we must first get your injuries healed." If she were to let Nan Ruochen leave just like that, how could her mind ever be at ease?

"Let's go, let's take a look," Qing Zhi said, finally stepping away from the command platform where he had stood ever since the battle commenced. His numerous subordinates followed closely behind him, leaving the platform with faint smiles lingering on their faces.

Most crucially, he would truly be able to use magical instruments to fly through the air and employ his primordial spirit to directly direct those instruments to inflict harm on enemies, eliminating the need for close-quarters combat. The mere thought of this filled Lin Tianxuan with even greater fervor, his hands flashing as they wove through a dazzling array of continuous white afterimages.