Chapter 55: The Monarch of Six Desires

Fang Zhiyi did not expect Wang Lin to possess such profound mastery of swordsmanship.
The moves she executed were far from simple sword techniques; they originated not from any manual, but from the Azure Underworld Sword itself.
Before the Azure Underworld Sword chose her as its master, Fang Zhiyi would never have believed it. The sword was something mentioned only in ancient texts—a weapon dating back to the primordial era.
How astonishing it was that a sword which had vanished since antiquity could reappear in this era, entirely undamaged.

Like a violent tempest, the relentless attacks pounded against the Nine Provinces Cauldron. At this moment, Sun Fugui had already entered a state of deep cultivation, swallowing all manner of blood pills in one gulp to refine their medicinal potency. Yet, before he could fully refine the medicine, new injuries erupted within his body.

Jia Yan knew that his own strength—at least in his current state—still carried a certain gap compared to this Grand Elder. Therefore, the very first thing he did was to unleash his brainwave power.

Was Lesling truly weak? Even Rian had to admit that even in his past life, he could not easily defeat Lesling; to his present self, Lesling was a formidable and棘手 adversary. *(Note: 棘手 rendered as thorny/troublesome)*

Yet these voices were powerless to stem the tide of slaughter and bloodshed. Countless cries of astonishment were abruptly cut short, and countless vicious curses were choked back entirely within their throats.

"Old dog, you go too far!" Having heard the sequence of events from Zhang De and the others, he pushed past the crowd and roared in indignation at Mu Honghua, who was attacking the immortal field's barrier high up in the void.

"Oh~! Zhang Do-yeon!" Prompted by this sudden outburst, everyone's attention instantly converged upon her.

After Chen Jie comforted Zhao Yazhi for a little while, quite a few people began walking in their direction.

Jiang Hai laughed heartily, while Stone continued searching along the riverbank. This time, Stone did not limit himself to the banks; he did not spare even the flowing waters within the river channel itself.

Yu Yuan looked at his fiancée with a gentle smile. He believed that although this fiancée of his had recently been suppressed by him, her native intelligence and verbal organization skills were more than adequate.

Coupled with his standing order of eliminating anyone who crossed his path regardless of who they were, it was certain that Liu Qi and his men had suffered a loss of face. Having offended these people and had the matter reported to the provincial governor, the governor naturally had to step in to question things, using his formidable military might to overawe the Ma family's influence and let them know that he, and he alone, was the king of Ningnan.

Lifting his gaze, Qing Hong walked toward the stone door with a cold and detached expression. Carved upon the stone door was an ancient poem; setting aside its meaning, the sheer, vigorous momentum of the calligraphy alone moved Qing Hong to admiration.

The two had not seen each other for a full year. Although Gu Heng had gone through great lengths to disguise himself, Liang Lansheng recognized him at a single glance.

Since she had come specifically to stash away snacks, Candy naturally had no objections whatsoever. Her only loss was that her older sister would also end up eating the snacks she had so meticulously handpicked.

"Bastard!" With bloodshot eyes, Shui Haomiao stared fixedly at Qing Hong, letting out a beast-like howl from the depths of his throat. Gradually, his eyes turned crimson, his reason steadily slipping away, a bloodthirsty smile hanging at the corners of his lips while a trace of madness surfaced in the depths of his gaze.

Seeing how vehemently Gu Heng resisted his presence, King Duan said nothing further. He simply left behind a box of pastries for Gu Heng and departed.

Frost Snow directly erected an ice wall, which finally allowed Huang Ruotian to set his mind somewhat at ease in the face of such a barrier.

Once everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they settled the bill and departed. Xu Shujing turned out to be quite a formidable drinker; she had actually polished off three whole bottles of Beijing Beer without showing the slightest trace of intoxication.

As the machine whirred to life, his consciousness entered the three-dimensional virtual space. The fatigue weighing upon his body vanished instantly, completely readjusting him to his optimal state.

As Lin Tian spoke, Gucan Zhan had already readied himself to step forward, but Lin Tian intercepted him with a gesture.

Yet, apart from Cen Wu, the fleeting glimmers of cowardice that emerged in the eyes of those people at the mere sound of a voice were entirely genuine.

A soaring desire to do battle filled Yun Feng's heart. However, this was hardly the time to dwell on that; since he had laid eyes upon this Corpse-Yin Fruit, there was simply no way he could abandon it just like that.