Volume One, Chapter Ninety: Burn It All!

After seeing the guests off, Ma Yan stared at Su Ningxia’s face and clicked her tongue in praise, saying, “It’s because you look like me. Otherwise, how could they offer such a high bride price!”

“You’re marrying into the village chief’s family. All you have to do is wait and enjoy a good life. You little brat, you really have good fortune!”

In this realm of the death domain, the environment was utterly monotonous. Death, decay, and desolation formed the dominant theme. The lower-ranked undead, lacking much intelligence, either slumbered or wandered aimlessly across the land, blissfully unaware of what worry meant.

“You don’t need to say any more, because I refuse!” Before Am could finish, Price interrupted him sharply.

Having unleashed two powerful and exhausting combat techniques in succession—already wounded by Xu Chu's accidental blow and suppressing his injuries with sheer willpower—Xu Huang’s wounds flared up again. His face drained of color, he groaned, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Attacking the psyche of a third-tier extraordinary being—inflicting harm—was something Jiang Yan could now achieve; but to forcibly subdue and tame such a person was still beyond his current abilities.

At the bend, a shadow flickered. Cai He strode forward, saw the group disappear behind the bell pavilion, and stomped his foot angrily.

Ding Haixing gave a bitter smile—how could it be as easy as she said? The money they earned, why should he have any say over it?

Before scanning, he couldn’t discern Cang Yuqing’s exact level, but his intuition told him she was stronger than the innate martial artist guarding the academy gate. Though he was confident in his abilities, he couldn’t help but feel nervous.

His strength wasn’t especially formidable, but since invading Yin Messenger Xin Chou’s body, he’d become increasingly cunning and difficult to deal with.

By that stage, most players would have switched to better gear—newbie equipment with low durability was already obsolete.

Now, unable to raise his treasure to block the divine sword, his only option was to desperately dodge to the side.

Yang Yi immediately gathered all the pills stored in jade bottles, leaving those in porcelain bottles untouched, right where they were.

Shi Youlan, however, couldn’t be happy. She already had a beloved man, but now had to be with Liu Mang—what kind of nonsense was this?

Duan Mingyu’s hair was disheveled, and she looked battered, retreating to a safe spot. Her face was grim; the soft sword of the Finger-Loop Sword was simply too strange and unpredictable.

The Supreme Elder and the two Saints of the Western Sect shook their heads gently, preparing to close their eyes and avert their gaze.

These fragments represented memories, and memories held both recollection and responsibility. This young old man sought through these memories to avoid past mistakes and to correct them.

A painful howl echoed from the wolf king’s maw as it was hurled more than ten meters, crashing heavily against a dead tree and spewing forth a torrent of blood.

How great an impact would this have on the real world? Had that organization called [Sin] gone mad?

These were things Gu Feng had never encountered before; now, he felt the world was full of hidden depths—above B-level, so many realms awaited his exploration.

Yet this position conflicted with his plans, which was why he had resolutely rejected it.

They were all armed to the teeth, weapons in hand, their bodies equipped to the max, eyes cold and inhuman.

This was a world hero who had surpassed Captain America—Rogers—enjoying widespread fame across the globe.

In truth, Bai Ke was rather uneasy. He knew Biaozi was childish, but Biaozi’s logical reasoning wasn’t all that bad.

“What do you mean by this? Don’t you see that Senior Su is in the midst of enlightenment? Disturbing someone’s enlightenment can sow deep, bitter resentment. Can you bear Senior’s enmity?” Xue Ou shouted angrily, her beautiful eyes blazing as she glared at Qiu Yueqing.