Volume One, Chapter 50: Let’s Go Our Separate Ways

After Ming Shu finished speaking, Fu Zhixun and Daoist Qingxu remained silent for a long while. Daoist Qingxu was shocked, while Fu Zhixun fell into deep contemplation, as if pondering a matter of great importance.

“You don’t like me saying those things?” Shen Nianyi still hadn’t turned around. For some unknown reason, her arms tightened their embrace around him, as if letting go would cause him to drift far away.

At that moment, Yun Hao felt an endless chill fill his body, as if all his meridians were about to freeze over. He immediately sat cross-legged and activated the “True Fire Immortal Technique,” allowing waves of warmth to surge through him, dispelling the cold.

The relentless exertion throughout the journey, coupled with occasional counterattacks, quickly drained Ye Suman’s strength.

“Phew.” She let out a soft sigh, unsure of how much time had passed before she gradually regained consciousness. In fact, “regain” felt too weak a word; it was more accurate to say she had once again reclaimed her awareness.

Even during Korean King’s matches, it was common to see players from both sides greeting each other in Chinese pinyin or Chinglish, a sight both amusing and bewildering.

Weber, Luwia, and Two-Yi, along with some villagers, headed to the altar guarded by the Sixth Division. Located on the city’s outskirts, the altar required considerable manpower. As for destroying the black pillar, Orange confidently asserted that there was nothing the Two-Yi couldn’t kill, and that black pillar was no exception.

“Swish, swish, swish!” The surrounding elves, spotting the fireballs, simultaneously raised their bows and aimed at them.

Yet now, they were being cut down by Riven’s blades as if they were mere fodder. Such terrifying power left the spectators speechless.

“With people like you around, peace naturally prevails,” Sun Shining answered without hesitation, her words sincere, devoid of any flattery.

“A tier leader is indeed a tier leader,” was the thought. Each tier leader possessed unique skills, and facing an unfamiliar one for the first time usually ended in defeat over ninety percent of the time.

Ao Tian clenched his teeth, bracing against the waterfall’s force. He picked up his wooden sword and stood, beginning to swing basic sword techniques beneath the cascading water.

Lin Guixue seemed intimately familiar with her opponent; upon seeing them now, her face was filled with delight.

Forget it; let things take their course. Ye Feng shook his head, abandoning the search for elemental spiritual items, instead focusing on physical training and mastering his magic.

Zulong glared resentfully toward the ferocious beast’s direction. All these benefits were supposed to be his, yet now, his millions of years of scheming had vanished in an instant.

When Heng Yanlin spoke, everyone was startled before suddenly realizing the truth.

Leopard, being a man of principles, didn’t ask further, merely advising her to prioritize survival in danger: if you can’t win, run; if you can’t run, run even harder.

However, this matter probably required Heng Yanlin’s return for explanation. What they said didn’t seem to be lies, after all.

Imagine people from the early twentieth century communicating with the spirits of the Qing Empire—how terrifying a notion was that?

A roar erupted from the thirtieth floor’s product development department, shaking the ten floors above and below.

Qian Yeji gathered his energy and struck the rooftop with a punch. The entire building crumbled into rubble instantly. Cold Tianying, caught unprepared, was buried beneath the concrete.

Yet this overwhelming negative energy permeating the heavens and earth was foreign to our cultivation world.