Volume 1, Chapter 30: Aunt, Brother, I've Been Beaten!

Qingqian looked at the beautiful scenery before her and could not help but sigh. Half a month ago, she never would have imagined she would be able to befriend the daughter of Luo Rongkai, Commander-in-Chief of the South.

"Your country is truly a land of etiquette. As the King of Malacca, I have always yearned for your nation and hope to visit it someday," the King of Malacca said to Chen Feng, flashing his white teeth as he gnawed on a piece of mutton.

"Who do you think you are, talking to our boss like that?" Pei Yan pointed at Jun Jiuye, rubbed his nose, and shouted.

"Can we fly up there? Won't we be discovered? And are we even capable of flying that high? The length of those iron chains looks daunting, and I don't think we have enough energy to make it," Pan Yuhong asked in surprise.

Following Su Jingya's movements, Tang Tang shifted her footing, gripping the flute in her arms tightly, ready to confront her at any moment.

This left everyone so astonished their eyes nearly popped out of their heads. What was this? Was it magic?

The crowd paused, quickly turning to look behind them. They saw Bai Qingfu and Jin Qinghan approaching together. It was Jin Qinghan who had spoken.

"Report: the perimeter has been secured. Over four thousand enemies have been cleared out," the adjutant reported.

Qingqian knew that He Shiyi had certainly not given such an order. Yet, as he leaned against the bedside, he did not deny it, merely looking at her with a faint smile.

On the battlefield, the two figures separated briefly, each reining in their horses and carving a graceful arc before swiftly engaging and merging into combat once more.

With the supplementary data accumulated from the Chang Palace, although the history of the Cangming Realm remained as obscured as flowers seen through a mist, Zhao Han was able to deduce the threads of the past few millennia in Bingzhou, thereby catching a glimpse of the true nature of the Seven Riders Society.

Gu Qing sneered inwardly. This Lady Song and the burly man from Lieshan City were mere plants, intended to drive up the price and force Wu Sa to take the bait.

Everything before him left Zong Nan stunned, and Shi Jingtian, who followed closely behind, was equally dumbstruck. Behind this row of thatched cottages was an open space with a millstone in the center, surrounded by corpses strewn about in disarray.

Gu Qing had just been appointed Sect Master of the Myriad Phenomenon Sword Sect, and there was much dissatisfaction within the sect. To make an example of the few to warn the many, those five individuals were the perfect sacrifices. Executing five traitors in front of tens of thousands would surely strike terror into everyone.

However, Cao Cao could not bring himself to be happy. He repeatedly summoned the generals from the aristocratic families within the army, demanding they mobilize their clan resources to continue supplying grain and troops to the front lines, and to recruit soldiers to reinforce Cao Ren’s units in the north, all to drive from Hedong to Chang'an and wipe out the forces there in one fell swoop.

As the reputation of the "Poison Demon" soared, every underground casino in Thousand Poison City saw a business opportunity and opened betting pools related to Gu Qing. The question was: could Gu Qing survive the Blood Trial?

Zhang Ren stood atop the gate tower, one hand on his sword and the other on his bow, facing Lu Bu’s all-out siege with composure.

The illusions of the Eye of the Great Thousand were countless times more sophisticated than theirs. Unless one possessed an incredibly iron will or strength far exceeding that of Ye Linghan, escaping this illusory world was simply impossible.

"Very well, since that is the case, I won't stand on ceremony." Although their brief clash hadn't caused a massive commotion, Ye Linghan’s energy and physical strength had been significantly depleted, and he was feeling quite famished.

"You even used the 'Dragon and Phoenix Chorus'—no, you have to teach me," Mavis said, hugging her arms to her chest.

"Don't worry, girl Yan. If you need anything in the future, just come to your uncle. I will certainly handle it for you," the village chief said earnestly.

"Pianpian," Gu Weiguo softened his voice, "Father has thought about it. They raised you for so many years; five hundred is a bit too little. Let's make it a thousand."

"It's unclear. She only caught three people twenty-five years ago. But now she's catching so many; it's as if she's become impatient," Ye Wan added from the side.

The members of the Ninth Brigade stared intently at the bag. Even though it belonged to the Gu family and they wouldn't get to eat it, they still wanted to catch a whiff of those prohibitively expensive pastries from the Old Treasure Pavilion.

"That's good." Hua Duoduo suddenly smiled brilliantly. Her fingertips flickered, and vibrant pink petals drifted out from behind her, swirling elegantly around her body.

The dome at the end of the main tomb chamber had been slashed open by the Nether Sword, revealing the sunlight from outside, with golden blood still staining the edges of the fissure.

The group stood on this side of the road, only about ten meters away from the Crescent Department Store building; in truth, they didn't really need binoculars.

Yang Xiao smiled lecherously, flicked his cigarette butt onto the watermelon field, and suddenly grabbed a large bag of food, rummaging through it for something.

One could see a man with dark skin, completely unclothed, making a low sound. With a cruel smile on his face, he had fully awakened within the power of hatred; now possessing the greatest combat strength, he seemed like a demon risen from hell.

Now, looking back, she could not have imagined what the former Ghost Face had endured. He had said: "I have someone I love, but she doesn't know that I am waiting for her."

Yes, it was that very expression—one that wished to gnaw her bones, eat her flesh, and drink her blood. He was indeed the Grand Elder who had suddenly vanished moments before.

"Does Rou Ti think that I would be snatched away by someone?" Since she had not yet married him, she was the only one who could; who else could possibly succeed?

As the tornado finally coalesced into a single sword, Zong Yang flew into the air, gripped the blade, and met the giant golden sword of divine retribution head-on.

Now, having been inexplicably berated by Jin Yang, everyone was too afraid to even breathe, surrounding Lin Shengshen and checking on her in a flurry of panic.

However, what did that matter? Li Meng was still Li Meng, and for Zi Ning, that was enough.

At these words, Long Shaocheng’s expression changed abruptly. Too preoccupied to retort, he looked toward Mu Jingqi instead.

The "meteorites" filling the sky continued to rain down—in reality, they were magma from hell, wreathed in an aura of destruction. The entire Central Cloud Realm had already fallen, including the Four Symbols Hall located in the East.