Chapter 33: The Colossal Beast Emerges, Fierce Battle Across Dimensions

A deafening roar nearly tore the space apart. Niu Yichen’s pupils constricted, and he whipped his head around.

Zhan Qingxue’s cry of alarm rang out almost simultaneously: "Brother Chen, watch out!"

As the roar drew closer, a colossal spatial beast appeared before their eyes.

This thing looked like...

...

After all, Ye Feng was a genuine ancient martial artist; how could these ordinary people possibly be his match?

Bringing Li Yunjie along was not necessarily a bad thing; if they encountered danger, he could be used as bait to scout the path ahead.

Having sat still for too long, Qin Ning rose, his entire body popping and cracking with a series of sounds.

While stuffing the "elixir" into Princess Qianjin’s mouth, Chang Gexing began to treat her. The genetic-level repair caused her injuries to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, though Chang Gexing did not fully heal her, opting to only treat her partially and even inflict some further damage.

A few minutes later, Ming Junwei was rescued. Seeing an old enemy he had clashed with so many times in such a manner felt inexplicably ridiculous to both of them.

"Alright, alright, go get some rest first." His mother stepped forward, linked her arm through his, and helped him toward the room to the side.

What the Japanese soldiers had never expected was that the seemingly powerless Fang Zhigong would have two peerless masters fighting on his side.

It seemed that the omnipresent black mist hindered his consciousness; once it sank in, it was difficult for his perception to spread further, covering a diameter of less than thirty meters—only a few meters beyond what the naked eye could see.

Li Qingmu raised her hand and pressed her slender fingers against the Crown Prince’s fair forehead. She traced down from his brow, stroking his eyes—which resembled her own—his bridge of his nose, the thin lips that matched Emperor Jianning’s, and his ears, which were shaped like silver ingots.

That’s right, he was still burdened with the crime of causing Ming Younuo’s death; how could he possibly protect her properly?

Although it lacked strong direct attack power, the "Nest of Corruption" gathered a massive amount of demonic energy and possessed an extremely potent capacity for corruption and infection.

However, Situ Changxiao decisively abandoned the rescue operation, preparing instead to wait until dawn to ascertain the situation before making further plans.

After night fell, the people who had worked hard all day had mostly returned to their rooms to sleep.

The more people reviled Mu Qingqing, the more filthy and wretched the insults became, the more joyful Mu Yufei felt.

"So you’ve been hiding in my house all this time?" Wang Zhennan scrambled up from the floor, glaring at him with fury.

As long as Huang Xuance died, the Huaxia Imperial Guard Brigade would fall into the hands of the Song and Cao families.

The "Silver Card Pack" could hold a maximum of four cards, but its significance did not lie in the increase in quantity, but in the ability to store "Silver-tier" cards.

Yet, looking at the monster created by Bao Qi’s own hand, Qiu Xuan knew he had not made the wrong choice. He could clearly feel a tyrannical power emanating from the creature; although it did not seem particularly strong to him—certainly not comparable to his own—it was already beyond the reach of any ordinary Xiantian expert.

Rong Yue and Ye Xue were left completely bewildered and only half-understanding. While they did not know which part of Qiu Xuan’s words was correct, they could find no reason to refute him.

She had taken the initiative to kiss Wei Qing, but he had looked pained and pushed her away. Why? Could it be that he didn't like her?

The overall layout consisted of three tiers of stands—upper, middle, and lower. There was also a single private box on the third level, which, needless to say, had been specially prepared for Xue Wusuan. It was the viewing seat with the best vantage point.

Driven by curiosity, Xue Wusuan slipped onto the roof of the main hall. He lifted a tile and peered inside, only then realizing that the so-called distinguished guest was none other than the Tibetan Imperial Preceptor, Kumārajīva, known as the Great Wheel Wisdom King.