Chapter 34: Breaking the Spatial Deadlock, A Duel at the Pinnacle

The mutated behemoth roared as it charged, causing the space to tremble as if it were on the verge of collapse.

"What on earth did this thing eat? How did it get so jacked all of a sudden?" Niu Yichen cursed under his breath. The creature’s strength had increased by more than a mere notch; it was as if it had activated a cheat code.

The behemoth waved its newly sprouted tentacles, firing spikes like a rain of arrows toward the pair.

Niu Yichen...

The Zhang family’s rules were strict, but there was one caveat: whenever life or family property was at stake, one was to strike without hesitation, unrestrained and lawless.

Du Wen was like a bewitching flower blooming with extraordinary beauty in the night; even while wearing a mask, she was a figure that turned heads.

"My wife shares my personality. I like my wife, so I pulled every string I could to find out where she was, and then I came to find you!" Yu Xuan replied with great pride.

The first stage of the Nine-Turn Profound Art requires two steps: first, reversing the bloodline to sublimate one’s essence; second, tempering the refined body to reach its absolute peak, thereby preparing it for the second stage.

Alternatively, if one is about to fall, one could instantly teleport to the ground; without momentum, there would be no harm done.

Upon seeing them, Oritis was delirious with joy. "Father! Mother!" she cried out, turning and sprinting toward them.

Haoran was taken aback. He stepped back discreetly to put some distance between them and asked why the princess was here.

"Tastes pretty good, though the meat is quite tough—harder than steel. It’s a good thing our teeth are strong, or we wouldn't be able to eat it at all!" Qingshi took a swig of wine and laughed.

"I want to rest for a bit; riding in the car was quite exhausting. I’ll come see you in a while, and I’ll buy some fruit for the dorm matron on the way."

Artifact forging isn't something you can master just by having a lot of information. Without materials to consume and practice to gain experience, you shouldn't even dream of success.

"The Purple Eye is coming; I have to get out of here!" With those words, he vanished into a wisp of blue smoke, followed immediately by the deafening roar of the beast. Mu Xichen’s hair fluttered from the force of the sound waves. He steadied himself and boldly moved toward the Purple Eye.

Duan Lang truly felt that Bai Suzhen was beautiful in both appearance and heart, a person he was very fond of. At the moment of parting, he bade her take care repeatedly, fearing that if she left now, they might never meet again; melancholy was inevitable.

"It’s nothing like that; I’ve just been doing town quests constantly. My Lingzhou is still developing, so I triggered many quests by sheer coincidence during that time," I explained.

Wang Ze would arrive in a few breaths' time. Qi Jiong did not want to battle a cultivator possessing the strongest strength of the Immortal Sect while trapped in the formation; he knew he had no chance of winning here.

[Team] Shuyi Bu Shu: "Flower Pig, I'll come back to carry you in a bit. This... this pervert isn't someone we can afford to mess with."

Having spent a long time out in the world, Kang Mang'ang had never neglected his own body, which was evident from how prematurely his physique had developed.

Madam Wang gave him an amused glare but did not insist. She poured the meat back into the pot, glanced around the kitchen, and casually prepared a few other dishes, having A'cai send them to the main hall.

It is easy to imagine that if Elder Wu were to hear this disciple's words, even if he were the kindest man alive, he would likely slap him to death on the spot.

"I remember now!" After Master Xie left, General Changsheng walked up to me and said in his sharp, thin voice.

Sweat dampened Xia Chiyuan's cheeks, yet in the twilight, she looked unparalleled—as delicate as a pear or plum blossom.

In this life, the most significant entanglement she would have with Qin Mingyuan was likely that incident involving Zhao Linglong. Even though she had such a dream, which induced labor and caused her such suffering, Lin Yijia still did not believe she had committed any fault that required her to feel self-reproach or guilt.

While I was lost in thought, a white cat suddenly jumped down from a tree not far away, giving me a fright. After landing, the white cat glanced at us and then scurried off into the distance. For some reason, I felt that something wasn't right.