Volume 1, Chapter 34: Keeping Him Firmly in Check

Looking through the window, Zhou Xingyun saw the two individuals and could roughly understand why the man had not quarantined the patient.

Hou Nan’s brow furrowed, his face turning solemn. To be able to deflect his power back at him—the sheer terror of such strength was evident.

At present, the military police and officials of Shiyuan City had been almost entirely bought off by the Profound Yang Sect through various bribes of wealth and beauty. They secretly did the sect's bidding, leaving the Governor of Shiyuan City isolated and helpless, forced to bow his head and submit to their arrangements.

Long Teng smiled and recounted the deal he had made with Zu Hao, then instructed Guan Lengyan to don the Sun-Inscribed Battle Armor.

She Muqing could never forget the day her parents were brutally murdered, the day warmth and happiness departed from her life forever.

"Is that not so? I didn't expect that you were all acquaintances and both from Alosia..." Yi remarked.

In the eyes of the Flower Spirit, Qin Yan was likely in the World of Flowers and Grass; after all, it was uninhabited and very peaceful there.

Yang Yu, however, had only two school robes. The one hand-stitched for him by Princess Sima Xun'er was too precious for him to wear often, so he usually wore the one issued by the academy. Since he had no replacement, he rarely washed it—unlike Donghuang Lun, who had countless junior sisters clamoring to do his laundry for him.

Landing on the clearing, Chu Ling suddenly felt a sense of lightness; that horrific pressure had vanished into thin air.

"Hey." Just as Chu Ling was lost in thought, Murong Rou on the opposite side suddenly called out to him softly.

They continued on their journey. Along the way, Qin Chuan and his companions saw at least a thousand corpses—all fallen in battle, stripped of their treasures, and left in gruesome states.

"Hahahaha! Now that you’ve been struck by my Death-Seeking Talisman, let’s see how you can still kill me!" Seeing his attack take effect, Dai Tianchou could not help but laugh wildly.

In mid-air, Ge Du spat out a massive mouthful of blood, mixed with fragments of his internal organs; he looked utterly miserable.

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Indeed, the opponent was arrogant; the demeanor was too obvious—a sense of disdain for those on this side, rooted in an innate psychological superiority.

Finally, the fourth-tier termites seemed to have reached a conclusion. They took up battle stances, indicating that the authority of the Termite King held no sway over them.

Ge Du, however, would not sit still and wait for death. He frequently reached into his robes, tossing items around himself. Before long, he was completely enveloped in a cloud of poisonous mist.

Jiu Tian had never anticipated such an event, and his heart began to pound. Although he didn't believe in certain things, this was merely a subconscious reaction.

Seeing this scene, every cultivator present felt a chill in their heart. If, at the start, only the Demon Luo Emperor and the Fox King had arrived, even if the Emperor were formidable, no one would have believed he intended to declare war on everyone present.

There was no such thing as a seamless plan in this world; every plan had its flaws, and the one he had devised was no exception.

Tears streamed down Ye Huan’s face. Pain was not a matter of choice; it arrived unbidden. Fate forced her to accept these irreparable sorrows. Whether laughing or crying, pain was pain—once it appeared, it was branded deep into one’s life, like a mark forcibly seared onto the heart, impossible to forget.

The giant creature's defensive capabilities were monstrous. Previous shots from submachine guns had barely managed to break its hide, showing just how incredibly tough its body was.

The Thunder-Flame Bird seemed quite wary of this cloud, making no move to attack and instead flapping its wings to dodge away.

The Great Emperor Yishi paid no mind to anything else. What did it matter if this was his star domain? He only wanted to kill.

It was fortunate he was a body cultivator; otherwise, this strike would have done more than just tear away some muscle—it would have shattered his very bones.

Peaceful life continued. It might take decades or even centuries for the Realm Lord of the Purple Fetus to travel from the distant reaches of the cosmos. Chu Hao prepared for war while also enjoying his life.

"This method is fair enough. Then you choose an item first!" Murong Qiaoxing’s brows knitted slightly as she pondered for a long time before speaking.

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Ximen Shisan stared at him, his eyes carrying a strange expression—a mix of envy and jealousy.

On camera, Guan Zizai gently fanned the furnace, while Guan Yang and Guan Xiaojun sat on stools, watching the large bronze pot in front of them with rapt, focused attention.

Lin Di had not expected that his rare attempt to act cool would be such a failure. Being mistaken for a sleazy uncle was bad enough, but to be pegged as a sleazy uncle with "questionable inclinations"—that meant this "uncle" had reached the peak of sleaziness.

Those destined by heaven had always been either extraordinarily gifted or possessed of stunning encounters. Not only did their cultivation soar, but they were also well-versed in the hundred arts of immortality. Yet, for the first time in over a hundred thousand years, a destined one so proficient in the art of heavenly calculation had appeared, making their mission far more difficult than anticipated.

Fortunately, Zhang Zhiping spotted Wu Yong’s flying shuttle just in time. Overjoyed, he rushed over to catch a ride; otherwise, the Red Demon would have been able to slay him in a few moves within this sea of fire. Zhang Zhiping had no idea that the Red Demon’s true target was Wu Yong, or he never would have dared to approach him.

Otherwise, allowing someone capable of ambushing Qiu Liju to roam the battlefield would pose a massive threat not only to Qiu Liju but an even greater one to those whose strength was already inferior to his.

However, the aura within the palace made one feel as if time had regressed to the ancient realms—profound, desolate, and giving rise to an indescribable, inexplicable sensation.

Back then, when bandits killed people, they mostly used decapitation or live burial; very few were executed by firing squad.

"But connectors with command functions are much more expensive!" How could the young man have failed to consider that?

The sword he used was thinner than an ordinary blade. When he wielded it, it moved truly like drifting clouds—ethereal and unpredictable, completely different from the first person's swordsmanship.

Yan Hong’s tone was exceptionally serious now. Li Zisheng could see the nervousness in her heart.