Volume 1, Chapter 27: Joyous Is This Evening, A Tender Moment in Good Time

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"Forget it, it must be the Earth Spirit Bead, though I still don't know how to use it... I'll ask Situ Zhong when I see him again." Zhang Chen placed the Earth Spirit Bead into his storage space.

Several talismans appeared in his hand, which he flung violently toward the outside of the hall. They transformed into bolts of purple lightning, shooting toward the source of the gunfire.

Just a moment ago, he had used his spiritual sense to scan everything within several hundred meters; he was aware of every detail, right down to the ants on the ground.

Following the news reports, United Petroleum quickly came forward to claim that The Times was engaging in a smear campaign and announced they would sue The Times and other media outlets.

With corpses scattered everywhere, Yi Feng knelt on one knee, propping himself up with his sword, breathing heavily. His face was pale, his head drenched in sweat, and a fierce glint surged in his eyes as he stared fixedly at the blond youth remaining on the ring.

"Alright, enough chatting. Everyone settle down, class is starting," Shen Yi said, standing up and clapping his hands loudly.

The news of Zhang Chen’s arrival had reached the company the moment he stepped into the elevator, and people were already waiting at the elevator doors before he even reached the floor.

On his way back, passing through the drill grounds, he saw that his soldiers were low in morale, looking dejected and dispirited.

Voldemort had already exited Hogwarts and was flying rapidly in one direction, with Zhang Chen in hot pursuit.

Behind the door lay a passage over ten meters long. After passing through it, an empty hall appeared before them. The trunk of this towering tree had long since hollowed out, supported only by the outer structure. It was a miracle it hadn't collapsed after all these years.

The neck of the wounded mutant tiger was completely exposed. With Master Miao’s bite force, those blade-like teeth would shatter the tiger's cervical vertebrae once they pierced its neck.

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Li You did not know why, but in the depths of her heart, she felt an immense trust toward Qianye. In Qianye’s eyes, there was infinite compassion and sincerity. At first, Li You thought this was an illusion cast by Qianye, but Qianye’s gaze was truly as clear as water. For a moment, even her Pupil of Illusory Purple could not tear itself away from that look.

The mutant wolf was right: the combat prowess of mutant animals is not necessarily determined by size; the degree of mutation and the variations in their original genes are what fully dictate their strength.

Meanwhile, Qian Feng and Ling Yu were on their way to Luoshui City, having even changed their appearances. Qian Feng had transformed into a middle-aged man, while Ling Yu kept her own face but wore red robes and looked rather plump and affluent.

"Master, it is best not to, otherwise the consequences will be unpredictable," Qianye said, resting a hand on Li You’s shoulder and shaking his head secretly at her.

Seeing that she had finally come to understand, although she seemed hurt, the fact that she could reach this realization was already for the best. Being hurt was better than sinking deeper and deeper until she lost her life. If she didn't get hurt, how would she learn to grow up? She believed that after experiencing so many things, she would mature.

The dilapidated ruins of the city were cloaked in a layer of yellow sand; some old buildings had been reduced to rubble, whether by the aftermath of battle or the trampling of earth demons.

However, this feeling was merely a flash, quickly suppressed by Yuan Ling. He forcibly resisted the urge to retreat, gritting his teeth as he stared at the black sphere while simultaneously mobilizing all the remaining spiritual energy in his sea of consciousness, pouring it into his current conscious form, preparing to face this final lightning tribulation.

Not until they watched them board the train and the train departed did Wu Zhen and her group return. On the way back, thinking of her son—who had never left her side since birth—now heading so far away to attend university, Wu Zhen began to cry again.

If it were his previous life, Qin Feng would have been carefree, fearing nothing, simply killing gods if gods stood in his way and Buddhas if Buddhas blocked his path; he feared no one and bowed to no one.

However, slaughtering a minor deity is not just empty talk; it requires great preparation. An Zi’s biggest worry was the omnipresent variables, such as Mohe Qiye interfering halfway or the appearance of some reclusive expert. Xiahou Fang had survived by luck due to such factors, so one had to be on guard.

"Just as my wife’s two subordinates were trying every means to exhaust the youth’s strength and capture the mother and son alive, a man in black suddenly attacked. Under his distraction, the mother and son managed to escape," Xue Ding continued.

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The Empress’s body blurred into an afterimage. In barely a second, she had crushed the skulls of every crawler in the cavern, including the monster whose muscles had mutated into a solid purple. She disposed of them all with ease.

Her exquisite features, slender and graceful figure, delicate skin, and the noble, arrogant temperament unique to those who have long held positions of power combined into a singular aesthetic, creating a powerful impact that struck the softest part of Lin Yi’s heart as a man.

One of these two was the former number one expert of the Great Ji Kingdom, and the other was the current number one expert; yet, for various reasons, they were locked in combat.

The tunnel was dim and silent. Unable to see the bottom, he glided through the dust, floating forward and moving down the path. Around the corner, a stone door stood tightly shut. An Ping held his breath, cautiously pressing his ear against it, but heard no sound of human voices, making him anxious.

The white-clad man, Shi Haitian, looked Lin Yi up and down, his gaze ultimately drawn to the iron sword in his hand.

I nodded slightly, recalling the words of the Underworld King. It seemed highly likely that the Underworld King was telling part of the truth; if that were the case, the scope of everything involved would be truly vast.

The road at the mouth of the valley was quite narrow, flanked by rock walls on both sides. Arriving here, Lu Yu conceived a plan. He found the narrowest spot and stopped retreating, choosing instead to stand his ground, possessing the imposing spirit of "a single man holding the pass, ten thousand cannot break through."