Chapter 38: Did You Think I Was Dead? Enemies Meet, Sparks Fly!

Qiao Jia raised her eyebrows slightly—a stage four crystal core...

Up to now, Qiao Jia and the system had only encountered one stage four creature. It was that inexplicable zombie that had beaten them so badly! Judging by the strength of that zombie, Qiao Jia did not believe it would die at the hands of these frail survivors before her.

The overall strength of the survivors in the small town was decent, but the highest level of zombie they could handle was stage two. If Qiao Jia wanted to deal with them—

He Ruozhi piloted the Scarlet Shark, slowly flying over. The two Hilam engines behind the Scarlet Shark seemed far too fragile, unable to bear the weight of such a clumsy body.

“Why don’t we find a secluded spot first? I’ll have Ice Cloud take everyone out one by one,” Luo Sihan suggested after some thought. Now that the northern city gate was so tightly guarded, the other gates were unlikely to be any less vigilant. For the moment, this seemed the only solution.

Zhao Shutong hesitated after hearing Li Dong’s words, but at this moment, letting go would undo all their efforts. She could only continue to hold on, her face flushed.

Inside, it was quiet. Except for the sound of her mother busy preparing lunch, there were no other noises.

As for the players, seeing this, they desperately retreated. However, most players were already slowed, so many couldn’t make it back and fell right onto the battlefield.

“Does vision refer to my eyes?” Jessica tilted her head, looking at Hughes with a naive expression.

Roar! Roar! The Frostflame Beast’s eyes blazed with furious flames. But as it watched countless spirit treasures launching attacks at it, and looked up at the three spirit treasures above, the Frostflame Beast was at a loss, unsure how to proceed.

At first, the Church of Light didn’t pay any attention to those strange cults. The frail skeleton soldiers were nothing but amusing puppets in the eyes of the Church’s elite warriors.

The high-ranking officials and nobles from the Fascist Empire who had come to witness the ceremony were utterly shocked—who would have expected someone to snatch the bride at the prince’s wedding?

Zheng Shicheng’s father, Zheng Zhongji—known as Old Master Zheng by the people of Qingzhou—had once made it clear that the hope for the impoverished and backward Qingzhou to rise and prosper lay with its six hundred thousand overseas children.

“Sheng Beixian, I’ve wanted to fight you for a long time. Don’t think that what happened back then is over. Let me tell you, a human life isn’t something you can just resolve with words!” Mu Yixiao said, his tone cold and hard.

The ugly man came again to deliver food. Chu Yunfeng loved the wildly flickering flames. The ugly man said nothing, set down the meal, took the empty plates and tried to leave.

The Blood Demon’s dying words—the overwhelming crimson light abruptly withdrew, revealing eight celestial dragon creatures. In an instant, the space within several miles emptied, and clarity returned.

Tong Xiaosheng saw that Old Zhou’s hands were trembling, and, curious, leaned closer, wanting to see what gift Xia Tian had brought that could excite the world’s foremost swordsman so much.

Thinking of this, Park Hansung decided to personally invite General Great Sun, at least to stabilize the situation. But to his surprise, General Great Sun had already sent someone to demand accountability.

What did you say? I didn’t hear you clearly. Wang Xu couldn’t believe it—this is supposed to be a test? Are you kidding me?

After listening carefully to Lan Xin recount her story, Mo Xuan finally understood what had happened. It was no wonder that the young Murong Xiuqing had managed to escape the imperial soldiers—she had been rescued by the accidental arrival of the master of Lianxiang Pavilion.

Winter mornings came early; after breakfast, everyone went out under a bright yellow sun. Yue Sheng was wrapped up tightly—a pure black fox fur coat, hood, and a mask and gloves specially sewn by Jin Xiu.

Qin Yi’s expression changed several times. He raised his hand, dismissing Lin Xiu: “This is not urgent. Go back for now, and remember, don’t wander about these few days. Especially with military orders—be cautious!” Lin Xiu left, confused.