Chapter 115: The Teleportation Array, The Mine

As the regulations were put into effect, the mobile biological prison that had been resting on the ancient Styx willow tree immediately took flight from the Lord's manor courtyard. Its sudden movement startled the prospective employees waiting inside for their notifications; they watched the mysterious creature soar away in shock, sensing that the town was once again about to embark on some major undertaking.

Qiao Jia was not an unreasonable man. For relatively minor offenses—such as exploiting town properties for personal gain—those caught this time...

The bride was none other than Zhang Zhiyan. Her cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue, and she gazed at Bai Xue with an indescribable, bashful shyness. This scene left everyone with their mouths agape in astonishment, unable to believe what was unfolding before them. Although some had vaguely guessed such an outcome, suspecting it and witnessing it were two entirely different matters.

"No need for formalities, please sit," Lan Rongyue said, sipping warm water from her cup as if she were savoring fine tea, her every movement elegant and poised.

"Alright, Liuxing. How do you feel after a day of practice?" Minister Lias asked after finishing her tea.

Needless to say, the final skill had been unleashed by the Great God Seven-Kills. Lacking any defensive shield, he could only resort to rapid evasive maneuvers. Although the Black Magic Meteor Spirit’s attacks relentlessly pursued him, agile dodging allowed him to avoid arrows he did not need to endure.

If faced with others, he might have felt fear, but Mu Yi was utterly undaunted. Not to mention that his own strength had advanced by leaps and bounds, his mastery of certain martial arts alone was enough to easily defeat Gu Qing.

"Well," Bing'er said, ignoring Wuming and entering the mountain range. When she emerged, she found that the air around her was saturated with a murderous aura.

The notice board in the Imperial City was already surrounded by a crowd. Leaning against the massive frame of Qingtian Zhu, we finally managed to squeeze to the front and read the details of the ultimate mission.

Bai Xue poured a cup of rich, thick tea and chose the most comfortable chair to sit in, sipping it slowly, while Zhao Yao'er rested her head on his lap.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Hua Yue’s expression turned pale, her demeanor nervous. "Young Master, Jiao Yue, she..." She stopped halfway, and seeing Wen Yukou’s calm face, her once-agitated heart suddenly sank, leaving her at a loss for how to continue.

As Li Mu’s cultivation broke through to the late stage of the Transcendent Realm, the fusion of his eight War Demon phantoms pushed his True Essence cultivation past the peak of the late Transcendent stage and into the Half-Saint realm.

Cao Cao said coldly, "I am not like you officials, whose mouths can talk their way through the entire world." With that, he left. Seeing this, Zhang Wen gave instructions to a servant nearby. After the banquet, everyone returned home. Zhang Wen went to his inner chamber and closed the door; Cao Cao had already been waiting for a long time.

Before they had gone far, they heard the Emperor once again repeating the same words to the Grand Princess.

The golden figure rushed toward the spiked club, let out a thunderous roar, and gathered the power of thunder laws into his right fist, striking a heavy blow directly against the black mace.

"How about we send the cavalry out in groups of one hundred to patrol? We shall dispatch ten such groups; if they discover the enemy, they are to pursue them immediately," Cao Cao said, stroking his beard.

A vast, resounding voice echoed in Li Haoran’s ears, yet Shangguan Hanxiao seemed to hear nothing. With a grave expression, she summoned her magical artifact, and seven distinct, multicolored shadows of light appeared around her and Li Haoran.

Master Zhu was already in his sixties. He lay stiffly on the bed, his face pale and sickly, staring up at the ceiling with his chest rising and falling only faintly.

Bai Dingshan stopped feigning weakness in bed and scrambled up to treat the wounds that had reopened on his boss.

Gu Beichen, however, was accustomed to such occasions. His cold, statuesque face remained devoid of expression, as aloof and indifferent as ever from start to finish.

The situation on the battlefield was inextricably linked to the participation of Xiaotian Di. Its strength could be said to be the most formidable among the hundreds of thousands of troops present. It specifically targeted the elders of the Six Sects Alliance at the True King level; every one it locked onto met the same fate: death.