Fifty

Sassarian wiped the blade of his longsword, temporarily coating the weapon in a layer of dark death energy. During the previous skirmishes, Sassarian had discovered that death energy was remarkably effective against those grotesque lumps of flesh, and he suspected the abyssal powers might share the same vulnerability.

Having gone to great lengths to trick him into coming, Lin Feng was not about to let him escape. With a single stride, he grabbed Sassarian by the collar, hauled him right back, and ordered that he was not allowed to leave until every drop of the wine was finished.

Ye Qian froze. It was only for a fraction of a second, but that brief moment cost him his life. He sat blankly on the ground, his eyes devoid of light, as if his soul had been stripped away. After outmaneuvering so many monsters that had lived for tens of thousands of years, he had been played by a mere teenage boy today. He had lost, and he had died right before his eyes.

Following the measured footsteps of the elderly man in deep brown robes up ahead, Lin Han walked with his sleeves fluttering, his expression indifferent and his pace steady, heading toward the Treasury Palace of the Spirit Medicine Valley hidden deep within the majestic mountains.

A moment later, everyone caught the lingering aroma of tea drifting from Di Yu's cup. At that instant, Dongfang Junyi finally understood why Cheng Kun had lost his composure over this very matter.

As Lin Dong watched this move, a tremor ran through his heart. If that kiss had landed on the corner of his lips, would he have been able to endure it? With this thought, an inexplicable fire ignited within his breast. Cursing inwardly, he rapidly circulated his mental cultivation technique, sending a wave of chilling serenity coursing through his entire body to suppress the surge.

Only at this point did everyone suddenly realize that the fierce battle for equity in Tianci had used countless people as mere pawns, ultimately leading to Tianci's successful delisting.

Zayir and Damus were utterly baffled, completely at a loss, but the expressionless faces of the undead spared them from being exposed by Craigus, leading the lich to believe the two of them were brimming with absolute confidence.

However, years of accumulated experience prompted Ye Lan to turn his head at that exact moment. The instant he looked back, he caught sight of the phantom's figure and immediately raised his exorcism gun to fire at the ghost.

"By the way, Master. If I manage to choose the Ten Scholars, will that be enough to contend for supremacy under heaven?" Gao Luhun asked.

As the words faded, while He Bugui was still hesitating over how to respond, the roar of artillery mercilessly shattered the air beside his ears.

Inside the luxurious railway carriage exclusively reserved for high-ranking officers, there was not only an independent washroom but also a specialized ventilation vent designed to expel smoke and odors.

The soldiers who had abandoned their ships to come ashore, together with the warriors gathered from all directions, formed a dense, churning mass on the open ground in front of the Hele Wharf. Viewed from the vessel, it was a vast, sea-blackened expanse—a truly magnificent spectacle.

The plump immortal lifted his chin and commanded, "Go." A grey-clad warrior beside him let out a long sigh of relief and scurried away.

A violent gale suddenly whipped up, instantly sweeping the accumulated snow on the ground into the air. After howling across the sky in a blinding flurry for a long time, it slowly subsided. Yun Zhen stood rooted to the spot like a wooden stake, blankly letting the fierce winds toss him about. By the time the tempest completely died away, Huang Chao was already long gone.

"Judging by the enemy's troop distribution, their primary target for the siege is our East Gate. According to yesterday's deployment, the East Gate is divided into two sections. My unit is garrisoning the gate itself along with the entire southern stretch. Commander Lu Jiazhen is in charge of the northern stretch while also keeping watch over the North Gate," Gao Luhun replied with absolute clarity.

Li Muye personally led a team to lie in wait by the Dragon-Hiding Pool, three miles to the southwest, waiting for Lu Shaofen to lure the fire kirin to this very location.

"Are there any matches at the Round Arena recently?" Li Muye immediately thought of placing bets to quickly acquire five thousand Dungeon Marks.

"Sister Xiao, why did you..." A young woman named Qiaozhen walked over, speaking with a hint of complaint.

Hearing the name Wang Zhao, Su Hu felt a surge of astonishment, yet he had no choice but to comply. With no other option, he crossed the Nine-Dragon Bridge all the way to the Longde Hall, completed the court audience rites, and prostrated himself to await orders.

"Thank you for your guidance, Chief," Ouyang Min and Zhao Zhengce said hastily, their attitudes exceptionally respectful.

"So what if I'm bullying you? Who told you to cling so stubbornly to Brother Chen?" Meng Ruolan refused to yield an inch, looking down her nose as she spoke haughtily to Ling Yuwei.

"Jiner, do you know how to drink?" Yan Zimo's heart felt particularly desolate at that moment. Although the wine was not strong enough to intoxicate, he almost wished he could lose himself in it; perhaps in a drunken stupor, he would stop thinking so much, and the anguish in his heart would ease.

"Shuer, don't you think we need to hire an assistant-like helper now?" Xiao Han suddenly pondered aloud.

Harry was speechless: He had actually thrown up! What a good friend, accurately anticipating even his own visceral reaction.

Lian Kexuan's gaze fell upon the man in the white tailcoat beside her, who proudly puffed out his chest.

Cheng Xia let out a silent sigh in her heart; this Chen Xier always had a way of backing her into a corner without any warning, leaving her completely speechless.

More than twenty years ago, only four people were present when the seals of the Five-Axe Divine God were broken. Now, gathering thirty-six demon kings, coupled with his master's current realm of cultivation and divine powers, meant that whatever task lay ahead was bound to be earth-shattering.

Princess Qi clutched her belly, laughing until she rolled onto the floor. The awkward posture left her with a round bottom sticking up in the air, deeply embarrassing Jiang Yun.

She had never heard of attaining enlightenment and becoming an immortal, but the prospect of condensing a physical body was a fatal temptation. She had lived in this place for more than a dozen years, and from her birth until now, she had done nothing every day but stare blankly at piles of waste stone.

After paying the bill, the two walked along the street toward the government office, planning to drop into any decent-looking restaurant they encountered along the way for a casual meal.

White magic closely resembled the original form of magic used in religious rituals or healing illnesses. It exerted considerable efficacy in healing injuries or defending against external enemies. Offensive spells also existed within white magic, common examples being healing spells. In truth, it simply referred to uncorrupted, untainted magic.

Nevsky actually had a massive cannon strapped around his waist. Behind the cannon lay two powerful barbarian warriors, who were currently sprawled motionless on the ground, gasping out far more breath than they took in.

"It's useless. I am the Buddha; how could any of you possibly harm me?" The booming voice of the giant Buddha echoed out.

The Heavenly Tribulation was a trial for all living beings, doubly so for nether-spirits and undead entities. Watching one ghost cultivator after another have their spectral bodies disintegrate and vanish into nothingness under the crushing might of the tribulation lightning, the Ghost King of Qishan had secretly counted his blessings back then, and he felt even more so now.