Chapter 49

Seeing the Tibetan mastiff lunging forward to bite her, she was so terrified that she hurriedly snatched the sachet from her waist and hurled it at the beast.

Kou Zhong thought that Dou Jiande was simply feigning ignorance while waiting for the people from the Shrimp Country, and that he was deliberately imposing random taxes to give him a hard time. However, Kou Zhong had actually wronged Dou Jiande and the others.

Sitting in his office and waiting for news, Li Mucheng also saw the post published by Su Yi, and his expression instantly turned grim.

Yet, he had no idea that the rules here were entirely different from those in the outside world.

This was something his sister had casually tossed to him, called the "Immortal-Binding Rope." His sister claimed it was a pseudo-immortal artifact capable of binding immortals and deities. He had no idea whether that was actually true, but he decided to use this vampire to test it and see if it was as magical as his sister had boasted. Besides, with his sister around, even if he failed to capture the creature himself, the vampire wouldn't be able to escape anyway, right?

Li Xuansheng remained silent, unhurriedly following right behind Moon Goddess Wangshu. As the ruler of the Lunar Star's Moon Palace, she was naturally familiar with the location of Penglai Island. They stepped onto the sea and plunged into the endless expanse.

"Even if you came in dead last, you would still be worthy of me!" Shangguan Xuanyi said earnestly, placing both hands on Xiaoxuan's shoulders after hearing her words.

Thus, the unconscious Wukong was brought by Sina and her companions to a settlement of the Yue people outside the city, a place known as the Ten Thousand Seedlings Villa.

Seeing nineteen mounted archers blocking the path ahead, while thousands of barbarian shield-bearers came surging forward from behind, Hu Chun was burning with anxiety. Leaving the remaining crossbowmen behind, he swung his saber to deflect the incoming arrows while urging his horse to break through toward the northwest.

"From nothingness comes creation; this is the Primordial!" Primordial Heavenly Lord declared majestically. Amidst his shifting gaze, the Pangu Banner shook gently, and countless strands of chaotic sword qi—imbued with the supreme power of the First Fruit—instantly pierced the True Body of the Heavenly Demon.

She discovered that the nine spiritual artifacts were lost during the final great battle, a conflict that had nearly wiped out all the participating masters. Xiao Yixin was also severely injured, and various factions seized the opportunity to plunder the spiritual artifacts, causing them to remain missing for over a hundred years.

Luo Chen had always addressed the head of the Ice Phoenix clan as Sea Anemone's mother, completely oblivious to her actual name. Thus, upon suddenly hearing the name Ji Rulong, he froze for a moment, his very first thought being: Just who is this Ji Rulong?

"The momentum controlled by a person is driven by their own will and fused with their own consciousness, allowing them to wield it. As for the momentum created by others, one can only evade it."

Upon hearing this, the English teacher burst into tears. Weeping, she cried, "Jiang Kun, you scoundrel, you shameless wretch, you bad man! Exactly what are you trying to do?"

The old Daoist smiled faintly and casually dropped a Go stone, prompting Wang Meng to immediately focus and make his move. Qingxu grew increasingly bewildered; the two of them were actually playing a real game of chess. Yet, clearly, Wang Meng's chess skills were utterly atrocious, and Qingxu could not fathom why Li Xuanfeng would even bother to accompany him in such a match.

He had initially assumed the opponent came from a prominent background, but after witnessing the other party show off a trick, he immediately understood. People like this were arrogant and conceited, believing that a few days of training made them invincible under heaven. The waters of this world ran far too deep! A mere few parlor tricks—nothing more than a brute warrior.

Chatting along the way, the two eventually reached the cafeteria, ordered some breakfast, and found a spot on the first floor to eat.

"It's very simple: sell your soul to me. Are you willing?" Those eyes grew increasingly demonic and alluring.

Lin Dong felt a trace of doubt. His father had always been quite open-minded—something Lin Long and the others all understood very well.

Wang Meng was startled, his moving footsteps coming to a halt. He tried to transform his primordial energy into a whirlwind, only to find that the surrounding space and time seemed to be imprisoned; he had been reduced to a mortal, stripped of all abilities.

Having left the Yu family, Yu Sheng was just on her way to her temporary lodging when she received a message from Yu Huazong.

Yu Sheng had never entertained such thoughts in that direction. She had never yearned for romance, nor did she ever believe she could fall for anyone. Yet, she truly disliked the way Gu Jingchen manipulated her, as if her every weakness lay firmly grasped in the palm of his hand.

Therefore, Su Mei figured that the rarer the species entering the space, the more the white mist would dissipate—though this was merely a guess. After finishing her lunch, Su Mei decided that fishing for the entire afternoon would be no problem at all.

"You? Even if Thousand Snow were here, she wouldn't dare utter such grandiose boasts!" A chill flashed in Yao Qingcheng's eyes. Her long whip suddenly carried a piercing, bone-chilling frost as it lashed crazily toward the silent firmament, completely disregarding even her own safety.

Ji Xiaochen felt as though he had never met anyone who resonated with him so deeply. Plunging together into the darkness, he actually felt a sense of shared sympathy.

Since Ye Zheng had spoken, Brother Jian could hardly say anything further. Besides, today was the weekend, and time was relatively abundant; a slight delay wouldn't hurt. It would also be a good opportunity to observe Ye Zheng's PK skills. Dungeons and PK shared many commonalities, but there were also profound differences.

Complain as she might, Alyssa was utterly helpless. Fights like this were entirely different from solo duels; Alyssa's destined role was that of a tank, and worrying about dealing damage was utterly pointless.

"Alive, I want to see the person; dead, I want to see the corpse." A cold, emotionless voice conveyed the absolute command of a monarch.