Chapter 57: Welcome to the Horror World (26)

They charged at the very front, carving a path forward for everyone. For a time, their teamwork was flawless, and any monsters or mannequins that drew close were directly struck away.

Seeing their seamless coordination from behind, Duan Ruman's eyes welled with a piercing chill. The next instant, she suddenly accelerated her pace and ran forward. As she drew near Fan Sijin, she purposely tripped, hurling her entire body straight at her.

However, based on Zhang Hao's understanding of Qin Shou from years of being together, there was a high possibility that this fellow would squander a heavenly treasure, actually using this fox heart as a medicinal ingredient and "wasting" it on some completely uncultivated mortals.

Therefore, whether viewed from a long-term perspective or near-term gains, whether the three prefectures remained stable and orderly concerned the very survival of the Chengming Sect.

Yet such an exquisite and expensive necklace was now actually fastened around the neck of a dog, immediately drawing the sideways glances of many.

"Father! I am the one who was beaten; why are you still making me apologize to him?" He Quan's face was filled with resentment and annoyance. Having lost a front tooth, he hissed through the gap, yet his aura was aggressive. Looking at Wei Qilang, he wished he could kill him, clearly still harboring a grudge over the time four months ago when Wei Qilang had beaten him severely.

"The elimination rounds start in a few days, so put aside your cultivation for now. Get some good rest and welcome the upcoming challenge!" Ming Xun had already planned it all out.

It was evident that the Death Butcher intended to decide the outcome in a single move. Facing such monstrous momentum, a confident smile flashed across Zhen Shifeng's lips. In just a moment, the volume of Lucifer's Sword, enveloped in massive amounts of black sand, expanded rapidly to several times its original size.

"Lin Chen, did you find the Void-Breaking Spiritual Liquid within the Samsara Spirit Mountain?" Shopkeeper Tong also noticed that Lin Chen's state was abnormal, yet he did not know that Ye Rou had already left.

The Red Gu tribesmen who accompanied him were not many. Huo Qingfeng and Huo Qinglei supported him on the left and the right; only the one-armed Huo Qingting was nowhere to be seen. Behind them followed Huo Lingxiang and several other Red Gu clansmen.

On the lid of a wooden box in front of the two sat a human face, with a rosy and translucent complexion, white eyebrows and beard, wearing a smiling expression as if it were chatting and laughing with someone.

"I'm sorry, I can only do this much for you." Senior Sister Xia said to Yang You with a pale face.

It is well known that in a game of wits, whichever side maintains better composure will secure better terms. The nobility had also invested a considerable amount of money, but that was strictly limited to money.

In the pitch-black bedroom, a low murmur echoed, like blooming fireworks that brilliantly illuminated the entire night sky.

Zhuang Wuhan sighed silently, suddenly feeling his foot being gently nudged. Looking up, he saw it was Su Luo. The other person quickly blinked and gave him a meaningful look.

Lu Zhaoyan was already certain that Sang Ling was the identity of the Demon Ancestor. Even if she were not, this demon was still of her own kind, and this act would surely serve as a good leverage to control her.

Many young people spent the entire day harvesting rice until their backs could no longer straighten, and they would ache for several days afterwards.

When the day's shooting ended, Mu Yin and Shen An practiced dancing until nine o'clock. After Mu Yin repeatedly confirmed with Shen An that her dancing had no flaws, the two of them walked back together.

Subsequently, he watched as Chi Sang had Ruo Yang lift his clothes to bare his chest, his back molars clenching involuntarily. He did not know what was peculiar about Ruo Yang's chest; he only felt a surge of anger rising steadily within his own chest.

In various countries and cities abroad, many of these had been captured without her knowledge.

The Censor-in-Chief was about to throw a fit, but upon seeing the cyan jade plaque and the golden base beneath it, he paused slightly. He dared not say anything further and fell silent.

At that exact moment, the Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms in Chen An's mind successfully crossed the threshold, advancing from Level 0 to Level 1. Along with the change in the system panel numbers, countless scenes of practicing the Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms flashed through Chen An's mind.