Volume 1 Chapter 40: The Gap Between Chairmen

With a heaven-shattering roar, the Evil God finally revealed its full form. A colossal humanoid creature composed of rock and bridged by molten lava slowly rose to its feet. Its entire body glowed with a deep, crimson hue; devoid of flesh and blood, its facial features were distinct, yet each resembled a volcanic crater, with magma churning within, ready to erupt at any moment.

"Is it really alright for them to be like this?" Madam Chang asked, standing behind Chang Fei, her voice laced with worry as she listened to the piercing shrieks echoing from the training grounds.

Xu Shuanglu lifted his bald head, covered in bloody welts, his cheeks—swollen and distended from the beating he had received from Bi Qi—glistening with tears. Looking up at Wu Zijian, who wore an expression of genuine concern, he suddenly burst into a flood of tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

The prey was scarce, and a single wild boar was not enough to go around. Infighting even broke out, with a Tyrannosaurus Rex trampling a Velociraptor underfoot.

Seeing this, Mayor Sun couldn't help but freeze for a moment. If not for Old Xia's assurance that Lin Xiu possessed true talent, he would have surely dismissed him as a charlatan.

The middle-aged man had made his decision, and the others found it difficult to say much else. Though each held their own private thoughts, they felt it best to remain silent for the time being. If they were to speak up and their advice led to a wrong choice, who could bear such responsibility?

Yet, the owner of this youthful face, despite having relied on the Heavenly Tribulation, had truly forced a Golden Core master into a desperate dead end. Such a person was extraordinary and could not be treated lightly.

"For the second quarter, we’ll rotate the lineup. Manu, lead the team; everyone else, take a rest." Having issued this command, Popovich crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and began to rest.

Sensing the spiritual pressure permeating the blade’s glow, Sun Cheng knew this strike was no simple feat. He immediately engaged his Demon-Slaying Blade, executing the third move of the Great Sun Blade Technique: The Three Suns Bringing Prosperity.

Li Xiaoran stood silently to the side. He strongly disagreed with the opinions of his father and uncle, but he chose not to speak, knowing it would only make an already uncontrollable situation worse.

In truth, it was precisely because the two were enlightened monks that they were unwilling to do as Ye Canxue suggested. They valued a face-to-face, honorable battle above all else.

Having a powerful mentor brings countless benefits to a disciple. The stronger the mentor, the greater the rewards; however, the criteria for becoming a disciple to such a powerhouse are equally arduous.

Fortunately, his firepower was sufficient to keep his opponent flustered. Had the enemy possessed a stronger mental fortitude, Guo Yi would be dead by now. He wiped the sweat from his brow, thinking that he would need to burn some incense upon his return—surviving had been pure luck.

Meng Bing wanted to drive his demonic-looking Jialing motorcycle to take Guo Yi home, but Guo Yi, not daring to let him know where he lived, made an excuse and declined.

The cavalry of the Red Brow Legion were fine; after they were, after all, the elite legion of Qinchuan, superior in both combat prowess and skill. However, the twenty thousand cavalrymen transferred from Li Wucheng’s side were far worse, especially during formation changes. The air was filled with the neighing of horses and shouts, a picture of utter chaos.

Ye Ji returned to the hall. Following his own line of reasoning, if Ye Feng and the others were on this map, they would surely do as he did and choose a passage to explore the "spawn point."

After speaking, Guo Yi entered his room and casually closed the door behind him. His clothes were already dry, yet he still felt uncomfortable. He stripped off his clothes, took a shower, and changed into the pajamas he had brought with him. He was not in the habit of wearing pajamas usually, but while out and about, it was better to be safe.

Just as Ye Ji was walking down the stairs, a blood-red eye suddenly appeared in the crack of the door. After peering in the direction Ye Ji had left, it vanished back into the shadows of the doorway.

Ping'er only then realized the young mistress had returned and hurriedly composed herself to pay her respects to Jin Niang. Jin Niang shot her a sidelong glance, causing Ping'er to feel a twinge of unease. Blushing, she stepped aside but did not leave, her eyes still lingering on Leng Huating from time to time.

Xue Qi had been patronized by the Qing family for decades. Since his mentor had passed away following a furnace explosion, he had been the most esteemed alchemist in the family. No one dared to contradict him in the slightest; even the most arrogant and overbearing branch of the Qing family head gave him a measure of respect. Yet, in the last five or six years, all of this had changed.

This time, the Heavenly Master of the Eastern Emperor brought the four great Heavenly Demon deities—the Golden Eagle Sovereign, the Fish Eagle Sovereign, the Sea Eagle Sovereign, and the Tiger Eagle Sovereign—to continue the assault on the Eastern Heavenly Gate. In the blink of an eye, the Heavenly Master, leading a million-strong army, appeared outside the gates.

"Give it a rest, these things don't seem to mean anything to you at all!" Qing Xing pouted, drawing out the end of her sentence to express her dissatisfaction.

"The Imperial Court?" Yang Yi was somewhat startled, knowing that, in reality, the Imperial Court had no authority over the Liang Kingdom.

Bing Wo Te’s entire body was covered in fine, dense wounds, yet no blood flowed from them, as the frost had sealed each one. Still, his body twitched slightly.

"Your performance just now was truly rare." Although Master Qian was deeply shocked, he remained clear-headed, refusing to let his astonishment show. He knew that if he were to praise the boy too highly now, it would only cultivate a superficial and arrogant temperament.

On the road, everyone was immersed in the joy of victory, with many discussing whether they should celebrate with beer and barbecue.

Having lived for twenty-nine years, he finally understood why, for thousands of years, people had looked to the heavens and asked in silence: What is love?

"Then let's use a strategy of alienation! Drive a wedge between them, and then defeat them one by one!" Liu Yizheng narrowed his eyes, his hands gesturing continuously.