Volume 1, Chapter 44: Instant Comprehension of the First Realm of Swordsmanship: Unity of Man and Sword!

"Brother Liu!" The burly man surnamed Zhao cried out in a mix of shock and fury, hastily diving down from the high altitude.

Upon seeing this, the elders of the Pill Academy sneered disdainfully, casting out their pill flames to encircle and intercept him.

"Get lost!" The burly man surnamed Zhao roared as he launched a fierce attack.

However, fighting thirteen opponents at once—even though alchemists of the same realm possessed lower combat prowess than martial artists—was enough to temporarily suppress him through sheer numbers.

"Never mind me!" Liu Yuting swallowed a medicinal pill to stem the bleeding, then drew an eighth-rank spiritual weapon, gritting his teeth as he attacked Chu Tianxing.

Chu Tianxing wore a stern expression, raising his Demon-Slaying Sword to meet the assault.

Clang! Clang, clang, clang!

In an instant, Liu Yuting wielded his sword with flowing, effortless grace, constantly darting around Chu Tianxing, with every strike aimed straight at vital points.

"Spirit Ancestor..."

From Qin Guanghui's perspective, their current situation was already a dead end. He had already prepared his escape route; when the two Divine Transformation realm experts shot and killed Ji Yunpeng, he would flee. There might just be a slim chance of survival that way—though exceedingly faint, it was still better than waiting to die.

Alva's bright orange short hair was her most striking feature. Before stepping into the cabin, they glanced back at the three ships that had parted ways in the distance.

However, just as Wang Kun and the others exchanged bewildered glances, Wang Hao frowned and asked directly.

Yet, after all, they were elites in the telecommunications industry who had struggled and climbed to high positions over two or three decades. How could they possibly fail to calculate just how terrifying Qingtian Communications' strength was, or what its approximate monthly production capacity would be?

This was because producing a qualified, competitive CPU required extremely complex manufacturing processes and countless top-tier equipment cooperating with one another to achieve.

At that moment, the Taotie warrior instantly became much more energetic, beginning to bounce around and leap up and down. Unconsciously, hoarse and ecstatic cries began to spill from its mouth, as if it were experiencing some unforgettable sensation.

For these Qingtian employees, they had grown accustomed to Qingtian's rapid advancement and the salary and benefits that came with it. A slowdown in Qingtian's growth directly meant that their salaries and benefits would slow down as well.

"Could it be that Taoshan has discovered other mysterious powers?" Zhang Huai pondered inwardly, feeling a growing sense of awe toward Taoshan.

An hour later, dozens of tuna and several tiger sharks lay dead, and every single surviving creature was covered in wounds.

Han Li's "Hao Shi Mansion" was a low-key display of wealth, whereas this KTV was the flamboyant, showy kind of display. After seeing the two splashing fountains at the entrance and the crystal chandelier in the hall, Han Li felt as though he had stepped into a high-end hotel.

The roof tile he had pried open allowed the direct glare of the sunlight to pierce through, landing squarely atop the divine statue. Bathed in the sunlight, the statue seemed to be draped in a suit of golden armor, though Chen Yun fancied he could catch a glimpse of a trace of agony upon the idol's face.

Carefully laying the person down on the upholstered chair in the room, Qin Chongyuan belatedly realized what a foolish thing he had done.

The city walls beside the ferry crossing had been thickened and heightened. Standing dozens of meters tall, they blocked out a large portion of the sky.

It was hard to say what it tasted like; Sang Jiaojiao stammered for a long time without coming up with a good description for it.

The children here possessed truly tenacious vitality. Just a moment ago, they had looked on the verge of starving to death, their lips dyed a bruised purple. When water was fed into their mouths, more than half of it spilled from the corners, yet relying on the small fraction that trickled down their throats along with the softened food, they stubbornly pulled through.

Such was the situation outside the Scarlet Monastery dungeon instance. Previously, the Alliance had fewer players, and the Horde would attack on sight. Now, the numbers of Alliance and Horde players were roughly equal, and the Horde immediately "turned over a new leaf"—after all, pointless PvP severely hindered leveling efficiency.

Su Ye walked into the kitchen, put on a pair of gloves, glanced around, and picked up a waffle cone straight away.

He wasn't really afraid of Li Yong; the reason he took a step back was out of consideration for the fact that Li Yong and Lord Bai had somehow gotten involved with influential benefactors.

He noticed that Gu Chenghfeng's rigid facial contours seemed even sharper than when they first met, and his brows and eyes appeared even more indifferent.

A flash of cold light swept across the sharp feline claws, instantly leaving several cuts on Lin Wu's training robe.

Three of the letters were addressed to the headquarters of the Number One Villa under Heaven, concerning the matter of Ji Yunpeng abducting Jian Jiuer. Ji Yunpeng had anticipated this long ago, so her expression remained entirely normal.

"Are the chickens and ducks raised free-range across the mountains in the Sili region still there?" Ma Chao lay inside the carriage, occasionally lifting the window curtain to observe the disaster situation outside. At that moment, the carriage had just left Weiyang Palace and had not yet reached the outskirts where the locust plague was rampant.

Imitating Ji Yunpeng's actions, Ji Yunpeng spotted that peculiar brand under the moonlight as well, and her heart was instantly filled with wonder.

"No, how could that be?" Ding Sanyang had no idea how to comfort someone in such matters, while politely refusing her at the same time.

"How is this possible?! Hasn't the situation already reversed?" The Emperor of Apocalypse widened his eyes as well, looking at Chen Guohong in sheer disbelief.

Walking like this for about an hour, Yu Jin noticed that the path beneath his feet had grown level. Just then, the clouds in the sky thinned somewhat, allowing a faint moonlight to filter through. Yu Jin vaguely made out a tall, dark shadow in the distance, toward which the path beneath his feet stretched on.

His hair was still slightly damp, and his garments clung to his body. Clearly, he no longer had the strength left to cast a cleansing spell upon himself.

"Reporting to Your Exaltedness, not yet! Someone has triggered thunder, and the suppressed Leishuo shows signs of awakening. The prison commanders have all headed underground in an attempt to seal Leishuo once more. Only the prison generals remain on the surface, leaving us rather stretched thin," someone reported in reply.

"Dashan, are you saying it was County Magistrate Ren who had Director Fang remove you from your post?" Zhao Bingxue thought for a moment and asked.

Having heard those words, Shangguan Zili.xi had originally dissipated a bit of her anger toward Meng Zhiyin, but now she was provoked into a rage all over again.

"Yifan, you mustn't be like this..." Zuo Meng said as she actually began to sob, the rolling tears soaking right through Wang Yifan's trousers. Yet probably only the heavens knew how much of her tears was genuine and how much was feigned.

Now, someone actually dared to accept Lin Ling's life-or-death battle on the Stopping-War Stage, and what's more, it was someone who had only entered the sect a few days ago. Who wouldn't be curious?

The adventurers of this world went out on quests merely to earn money or gain prestige, not to throw their lives away. Moreover, they were neither a strictly disciplined regular army nor had they received any education in self-sacrifice. Naturally, one could not expect them to display any truly heroic or fearless behavior under such circumstances.

"Respectfully sending off the General!" Zhang Tong did not try to persuade him to stay; instead, he shifted his body around on the floor and continued kowtowing toward the door through which Qin Mubai had departed.

Qin Mubai smiled helplessly and had no choice but to let him be. A hero does not bicker with a drunkard, let alone when the man was a friend of his father and an elder to boot.

Furthermore, perhaps provoked by the Avengers, Erya's movements grew increasingly fierce, even showing a tendency to actively attack the opponent. This left Han Biao's heart fluttering with anxiety, but the problem was that there were simply too many enemies now. If they attacked, there was a high possibility they wouldn't have time to dodge and would be hit by the enemy's counterattack.

"Does the Princess mean to say that your ideal is to be married far away to Tibet to civilize the barbarian people, thereby resolving the conflicts between our two nations?" Qin Mubai smiled somewhat coldly, lacking no small amount of mockery.

Perhaps to an ordinary person this was nothing, but to a martial artist—or even a formidable martial artist—it was simply a fate worse than death.