Chapter 55: Rainy Night

Moreover, this time Mo Qiankun became even more cautious. He had fully realized just how formidable the Death God Beast before Ke was. Since the opponent possessed such terrifying strength, heightened vigilance was absolutely necessary.

Visible ripples of light radiated outward, causing the air to hum with vibration. The ice spikes, upon flickering within the waves, shattered into fragments.

Though the desert’s temperature was high, after Murong Yi’s array dampened it, the climate became just right.

System prompt: You have entered the special scenario: The Last Banquet of the Age of Deities. Your identities have been successfully disguised. Please play your roles well and unravel the truth behind the entire event. The scenario will commence in one minute.

In her heart, there was also a trace of relief—thankful that she had not recklessly revealed all the elixirs.

“How can you leave? Only Lord Yuanba has your promise. I haven’t agreed yet,” said the one who had ambushed Bai Yu that day. His words were outright defiant, yet Yuanba did not oppose, clearly tacitly consenting.

“Then I, Jiang, take my leave,” Jiang You stood, bowed, and turned to depart.

Ayase glared at Yile, wanting to say something, but stopped upon hearing Kirino’s words. After a moment’s hesitation, she obediently nodded, casting a sharp glance at Yile, who snorted softly.

Haelin, playing Juliet, had nearly redeemed the situation, but the Blue Dragon was not convinced. With a gentle flick of its claw, the valiant Romeo shot out of the theater like a shooting star, soaring thirty thousand meters before plunging with a splash into the cold misty sea below.

In the end, with no other choice, Old Lady Shen handed over the twenty taels of silver, twenty jin of coarse grain, and ten jin of black wheat flour that she had sold Shen Zhizhi for.

The cave walls were studded with numerous mysterious orbs that emitted a faint white glow, like luminous pearls, casting a subtle light that illuminated the cavern.

By then, her prestige in the Tianlan Sanctuary would not only remain intact but would soar to even greater heights.

Su Tangqing could not suppress the tenderness in her heart; the regrets of her youth were finally filled. She felt as if she had found a new family and would never be alone again.

Shen Zhizhi’s strength slowly returned, though her eyes remained closed as others lifted her up.

Through the brief conversation just now, he sensed that Cui Yifan had already developed feelings for Zhao Yueming.

Zhao Yueming naturally had no need for pretense. Owning a pharmaceutical factory, he never had to care about others’ whims.

I looked up to see Zhang Debao rushing over with several security guards. Upon witnessing the devastation in the corridor, they were dumbfounded.

The cave was even more spacious than I had imagined. The faint flicker of firelight revealed the surroundings.

“Uncle Zhao, you all carry on; I have some matters to attend to,” Sheng Lichang said briefly before preparing to leave.

Since Wen Guifu was still so young, living to a hundred was certainly feasible. A century later, when a lucky star appeared again in the icy world, Wen Guifu could come forth once more to choose.

“Your Highness, I have instructed Commander Mo to investigate the news about Li Qingxin,” Jing Ge volunteered.

At that moment, a muffled thud was heard, followed by a burst of blood like a blooming flower. The one called ‘Shoot You Without Negotiation’ instantly turned gray and collapsed limply to the ground. Blood splattered vividly against the snow, stark and glaring.

In the late afternoon, with the blood-red sunset, a cold wind swept through the camp tents of the Four Kings of Grave Digging, then silence followed.

Lin Feng, undeterred and joyful, shouted loudly, switching from defense to offense. His fists rained down furiously, locking horns fiercely with the Mad Sect.

“If I take you there, will you spare me?” Pitoss asked tremblingly, begging for his life like a mere ant.

This lump, a prodigy from Beiming Temple, was no pushover. Beyond having survived the great Tianfeng calamity, he must have mastered some golden body technique that rivaled even Ji Tian.

As Ji Tian continued to refine, the myriad truths of time contained within the Chaos Bell entered his heart. Absorbed by the River of Time, it gradually underwent incredible transformations.

Truth is often absurd. His Shennong heritage, vital energy, and the Rinnegan were truly mystical matters.

This is Zhao Yunfei, the third-generation leader of the Zhao family, a genius far surpassing ordinary prodigies, reaching the pinnacle of half-step Void—the Zhao family's foremost genius.

The man in black twisted his body, but the foot pressing on his chest was as heavy as a boulder, pinning him immobile.

A mud loach emerged suddenly from the swamp below without hesitation, opening its gaping maw with a “whoosh” as it lunged at a burly man.

“Ah ha… oh yo… hee hee…” With human oil dripping onto his wound, Fatty Three felt an instant wave of relief, a contented expression spreading across his face as strange sounds escaped his mouth.

Wu Tian, furious and about to give chase, suddenly caught sight of Mo Ya and Tang Yanxue out of the corner of his eye. A flicker of something unusual flashed in his gaze.

Though he had restrained his palm strength by thirty percent out of respect for Siyue, his ferocious attack still caught Ruan Zhinan mid-meditation off guard, tearing the left shoulder of his garment.

“Of course. This is also the dream of Longwa and me. Fifth Uncle, you can rest assured,” Tia said as she naturally rested her head on Longci’s shoulder. The scene was as warm as it was tender.

“Everyone, look carefully again on your bodies, search once more! With so many dried corpses, without explosives and grenades, there’s no way we can break out…” I fixed everyone with a fierce gaze, speaking urgently and resolutely.

Sharp, distinct features outlined a delicate face, charming yet pure, yet now tinged with a trace of world-weariness. Behind her lay boundless wisdom.

“You and I are one; there is no need for formalities,” the Jin man said calmly, closing his eyes, completely unbothered by the omnipresent purple sparks and electric fire around him.

Hearing Yun Xuan utter those words, Dantai Wan’er’s pale cheeks gradually revealed a poignant, beautiful smile. Her enchanting eyes, full of divine charm, slowly and weakly closed, like a fading rose.

The descendants of the Otsutsuki Yomura reside on the moon. Like the Hyuga clan on Earth, they are also divided into the main and branch families. Qin Hao knew little about the lunar timeline and was uncertain whether Otsutsuki Sharito had been born yet or if the branch family on the moon had already been wiped out by the main family.