Volume 1, Chapter 30: The Shepherd King? You are... the Shepherd King!

As the voice fell, Meng Wanqiu’s expression darkened. She had no intention of missing this chance to assassinate Shen Yi. Nor did she want to be dragged away by the barbarians to face their savage humiliation.

These wealthy clans were truly pathetic. Meng Wanqiu gritted her teeth in anger—how could a great nation with hundreds of millions of people cower before barbarians numbering less than ten million? They were bullied right at their doorstep and yet remained silent.

Monli and the other chief gods showed shock in their eyes. They could clearly see that the opponent’s will had merely descended upon this place, using chaotic power to form an energy clone. Yet even so, a single glance from this person could easily destroy the universe, split the heavens and earth, and recreate the world.

Dong Jingzhen, realizing the situation was hopeless, immediately abandoned his tens of thousands of troops and fled with a few hundred trusted followers. As they ran, a sudden roar sounded nearby.

Perhaps after this incident, Faloxy would be unlikely to become an ally of the Demon Realm, but Faloxy would remain an enemy of the Holy Church’s nation for a long time to come.

Facing the rapidly flying steel plate, Qi Yu bent his upper body sharply backward, narrowly avoiding the steel’s waist-cutting strike.

However, on this point, Xue Rengui was quite satisfied. Over two months, Yang Guang had never directly or indirectly interfered with his training, and Yang Gao completed his daily training targets precisely and punctually.

Ju Yin was momentarily stunned, then felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned sharply to see Li Xue gazing at him with tears in her eyes, her fingers dancing gracefully.

The quasi-artifact had fully awakened, capable of half-Saint level power. Yet Bai Lao’s cultivation was far from enough to fully awaken the Mystic Light Mirror. Quasi-artifacts could only reach their peak strength in the hands of half-Saint practitioners; even a Grand Master of Heavenly Sovereignty could at most unleash eighty percent of their might.

“Let’s use random teleportation,” Jiang Xia said reluctantly, “but before leaving, I want to see what the outside of the ghost ship really looks like.”

Afterward, the group no longer dwelled on that problem and continued to fend off the harassment from Ye Luo and the others. Of course, they also hoped that Sanmei Shi and the others would fail their mission—though knowing the odds were slim, the players from the Eastern clans and allied guilds still wished for their failure.

The monk Wanyan Chen wielded his great blade and charged forward, meeting Wang Zhongsi on a narrow path. Without hesitation, he spurred his horse and struck with his blade.

Apart from maintaining a decent relationship with the agent and outsiders, there was basically no contact in private. Thus, Ding Yun truly could not guess from the original’s memories what Hu Meimei intended.

Such caution stemmed from his experience as an old hunter; he had a vague premonition that the scarcity of fierce beasts here was likely due to the presence of a powerful predator. Given the vast area, it was at least a fifth-rank beast.

Though the two ape brothers were somewhat slow-witted, they were not truly foolish. Once calmer, they realized Su Mo had no reason to harm their leader. Even if he wanted to, there was no need to go to such trouble. They quickly stopped but kept their gaze fixed on their leader.

“It’s truly bittersweet,” one voice reflected, “my child used to be very picky—would eat this but not that, and neither discipline nor hunger helped. Back then, I thought to myself, if one day my child stops being picky, I would really thank the heavens.”

Yet Sun Ruohai showed no trace of pride. He still raised an eyebrow, as if dissatisfied with the sword strike.

Chen Qi found himself once again in the transparent space he first entered upon stepping into the ‘Sprout Realm.’ But unlike the empty scene from before, he now saw a vast swirling vortex formed from mysterious smoke. The smoke rotated in a specific pattern, and Chen Qi felt an irresistible urge to merge into the vortex alone.