Volume 1, Chapter 43: I Beg You, Please Save Her!

Over the past month or so, her body had gradually returned to that of an ordinary person. Although she no longer possessed the abilities of a priestess, she could still perceive that the chilling ghostly aura on her body was slowly dissipating. Touching Qingzhi's body now, it felt as cold as stone, resembling what she herself used to be like.

Ruoxin got up, wrung out a damp towel in a wooden basin nearby, and gently wiped the sweat from Fenghua’s body. Only then did she realize that her own clothes were also soaked through with sweat.

Ruoxin walked into the alley. Before she had taken many steps, she heard the sound of chaotic footsteps and heavy breathing nearby. Thinking it was just a hurried traveler, she moved aside, but unexpectedly, someone suddenly grabbed her arm. Being alert, Ruoxin caught the person’s wrist, pivoted, and pressed downward.

"Hmph, such a dictator!" Yan Xiaoxiao protested with dissatisfaction, though she didn't dare speak out loud. Ten laps around the track—that would cost her life.

Consequently, given how he tended to act during his tenure, it was not difficult to foresee how various accidents might manifest at the present moment.

And what about that word "growth" that people love to talk about so much? Doesn't it make you feel sick at heart when you hear it?

"Please arrange for everyone to go and rest first; I need to make some preparations," Fang Bolin instructed his delighted assistant.

Several elders were startled, never expecting that the priestess's abilities had reached their absolute limit. The outcome of bodily dissolution was none other than death itself—using the soul's remaining power, at the very moment of physical destruction, to redeem a crisis. This was a desperate measure of last resort, employed only when all of a priestess's powers were utterly exhausted.

If Zhen Jinbao were still the same Zhen Jinbao who had just arrived in the capital, he would surely be ecstatic right now, rushing forward to recommend himself to Xu Mu, or seeking out Qin Zheng and Qin Se to find a way to wedge himself into their variety show.

"Come, let's go to my estate for a drink!" Marshal Tianpeng sidled up, grabbing He Cheng. He didn't care about any god of plague; as Marshal Tianpeng, he was bound to fight in the future, but he knew his own capabilities well. Since He Cheng was so formidable in combat, it would be wise to strike up a good relationship for future assistance.

"Don't you have anything you want to say to me?" Enduring until she could bear it no longer, Shen Ru was the first to break the deadlock.

I tightly clutched the paper in my hand, a faint ache in my heart—this time, on account of Jiang Xiuting.

"He Yao, do you really want me to go to the He family to see him?" I asked with a smile, though my heart grew even colder in the oppressive noon heat.

Yi Lian and Duoduo reached a consensus: they felt that the newly acquired meteorite fragment—possessing only a pathetic trace of energy within the spatial dimension—was simply a drama queen and a living comedy routine. Not only was it full of theatrical flair, but it was also absurdly talkative, practically a chattering nuisance. In just this short while, its bickering had given Yi Lian a headache.

He was not surprised that the Grand Princess would appear here. As for what the Grand Princess might say, he found nothing out of the ordinary either.

Old Third Su’s miserable scream pierced the sky. As those long nails drove deep into his flesh, fresh blood immediately covered the dried stains left before.

Su Banxia felt how slender He Zhan’s waist was, and her heart ached as if pricked by a needle; he had lost so much weight.

At these words, Gu Jinning grew even more uneasy, struggling to control her slightly trembling body while keeping her gaze locked with the Xuan King.

Qin Rong could not help swallowing her saliva several times as she looked at him. That litany, athletic waist, that noble and aloof temperament—and he was her rightful fiancé, so what was wrong with touching him?

"Mommy, are there... are there still monsters in West Street?" Yi Yanshu was so frightened by his mother’s words that he forgot to cry.

Luo Lie sighed inwardly, thinking that this man was as cunning as an old fox, and it would be very difficult to extract any information from him. However, Luo Lie had ample patience as well.

Zhao Daxin smiled calmly and said, "Biao Ge, are you satisfied?" Before his voice faded, Zhao Daxin flicked his left wrist, and a flying knife was abruptly revealed in his palm. Turning his left hand over, he firmly grasped the flying knife and plunged it directly toward his own heart.

He Fei felt a strange sensation in his heart. Seeing Su Han three times within two days seemed to bring new feelings each time, leaving him somewhat flustered.

Yang Wei said, "Brilliant! I've been waiting for you here for half a day!" The two greeted each other and exchanged a warm, hearty embrace. Then Gao Ming patted Yang Wei on the shoulder and asked him, "Is that old ailment of yours getting any better lately?"

Accepting the gun, Dong Biao took two boxes of ammunition from the case, selected a tree about the thickness of four spans, and stepped back some twenty paces. He smiled faintly at Luo Lie, then dropped to one knee and fired left and right in rapid succession, emptying the magazine. He swiftly reloaded without a single pause until he had expended all the ammunition in those two boxes.

A master-level instant-death spell directly targeted the front ranks. All enemies whose vitality was close to critical condition or near death instantly perished, collapsing one after another as their life force was completely stripped away. This was an eighth-ring instant-death spell—one of the few lethal spellcasting capabilities mastered by the Necromancy School.

This would be immensely helpful in preventing Fang Lizhen from being continuously tracked. Constantly changing vehicles and adjusting routes would greatly confuse the pursuers.

At the same time, he quietly retracted the misfortune energy he had absorbed from that person, and even fed back the misfortune energy he had previously absorbed to them right at this moment.

Inside the Blue Li Comprehensive Military Academy, Mars, Hans, and others were eating and drinking heartily in the club room.

In her impression, Fang Lizhen was still the child she needed to look after. This mental image had not yet fully shifted, so naturally, she would not expect him to actually accomplish anything significant. However, with just these words and this genuine intent, her heart was already fully satisfied.

"Hmph, what traitorous talk? Our master fell countless years ago; we regained our freedom long ago."

Following the sound of Yi Jianfeng’s voice, he flicked his wrist and swiftly drew a fourth-tier "Sword Talisman" from the storage pouch at his waist. With a sharp whistle, that fourth-tier "Sword Talisman" transformed into a hazy grey sword-ray, shooting like lightning toward Cao Biao, who stood suspended in mid-air.

Setting the competition venue in the Guangwu Great World was naturally beyond reproach; in previous centennial tournaments, the finals had always been held in the Guangwu Great World.

If he succeeded, his plan could proceed smoothly, and three days later, he would be able to eradicate his formidable rival, Ye Cuo, and never have to live in fear and anxiety again.

The only thing that made it hesitant was the fog of war and the unpredictable dangers hidden within it. But when the enemy truly appeared right before its eyes, it felt far less worried instead.

Therefore, Li Hengxun could not possibly devote all his time to setting up formations; he also had to fight a guerrilla war, evading the relentless pursuits of Kong Sen and E Gui.

Whether in depth or breadth, "momentum" was entirely different from "intent," possessing a fundamental distinction. Being utterly powerless against it was entirely normal.

Meanwhile, with a single thought, Ye Cuo checked the conditions in the other areas within the Dan Emperor Cauldron. He saw that Butterfly, A Li, everyone else, as well as the two golden-winged thunder eagles and the silver dragon, were all unconscious, yet none of them had suffered any harm. They would likely wake up very soon.