Volume One, Chapter 85: Imprisonment

“Is it my arrogance, or yours? Do you truly believe you’re a match for me? Perhaps, five hundred thousand years ago, your formation might have posed a threat; but now, destroying you is nothing more than the twist of my hand.” Zhan Taiyu sneered coldly.

“Heh, you really don’t know your own limits,” Pi Pa Shizang continued to mock the group, bringing down his massive blade in a vertical slash that cleaved the Great Fireball Technique in two, then swept diagonally toward Naruto’s chest.

“Well, it’s like this…” Dai Mingming began, but happened to glance over and saw Liu Xing staring at her, utterly dumbfounded.

Defense, like weaponry, was crucial. Since the Lake Secret Realm offered sufficient materials, Ling Fengyu simply used mithril mixed with refined gold to forge a full suit of armor for Lancelot. With this, even the Red Dragon’s breath could be withstood.

Though Lin Yi had never personally experienced death, he felt it best to avoid it if he could—especially if it risked leaving a shadow on Silica’s heart.

Meanwhile, the Sage Zhun Ti and the Guide Sage were in the Square Inch Mountain of the Spirit Platform, inside the Cave of the Slanting Moon and Three Stars, discussing plans for Buddhism to enter the world of humanity after their great rise.

Having once tasted freedom, how could You Ruo now bear such suffocating protection that felt like a prison?

Guided by the lingering aura, Ling Fengyu easily found Artoria, who was leading her warhorse and sitting lost in thought by the riverbank not far from the camp. Given that she was Ling Fengyu’s own pupil, finding her was not difficult.

Back in 2204, Bai Yifan first took a shower, brewed himself a cup of coffee, and only then leisurely sat down at his computer.

“I think so too, Wang An. Don’t let your teammates down. If you don’t take out at least three opponents this round, don’t bother coming back!” Moved by Lin Xian’s words, Mo Yi cast Wang An an encouraging glance.

Perhaps the elven princess and the Lord of Peach Blossom City would fall in love. Perhaps the Lord of Peach Blossom City knew Moye’s weakness.

Though some of the Sea Tribe harbored dissatisfaction and grievances toward Fang Ao, under the old prime minister’s formidable authority, they kept their composure and said nothing.

Such cold, heartless words were the final straw that broke Hua Mingxuan. His reason shattered in an instant, violence surging in his chest, clamoring for him to utterly destroy the face before him—the face he could not bear to look at, yet found impossible to turn away from.

He had searched long and hard, trying countless methods, feeling for every possible trace, until at last, he found his body.

“Yes, I only recognized you after hearing Director Lin had won the qualification. After all, I’ve seen your photos more than once,” Hong Mingfei smiled.

They sang purely by talent, never having received formal training. Yet in that short time, Lady Qianxue had already corrected many mistakes with her expertise, which they greatly admired.

“Qin Yun, it’s your birthday today, isn’t it? Make a wish.” The leader personally pushed in the cake cart, followed by a line of young but resolute faces.

After Hu Shulin and Xue Mengxue stepped back, Hu Shulin’s face twitched. He thought to himself how much of a player his boss was—if he didn’t know the man had already recovered, he’d have believed the injuries were real.

Suddenly, with a bang, the cauldron lid sprang open, knocking the blue thunder sword aside so that it fell into the cauldron’s mouth.

Hearing Bai Shao’s words, Feng Qiwen’s eyelids fluttered—she found it rather amusing. So the girl had been waiting right here.

The Fang family had always been strict, so it was rare for the young men to let loose. They had so much to say, their table was even livelier than the girls’.

Now, it seemed that not being pummeled to the ground by Feng Qiwen was fortune enough. Remembering his carefully laid plans, he felt even more aggrieved and disgruntled.

Yet Hao Yun’s true target was Chu Mo. What was her aim in luring him with this ploy?

Despite their low beast rank, as descendants of the Serpent King they were born with highly toxic venom, and feared nothing.

Unexpectedly, this now became a weapon others used to attack him. For a moment, his mind was in utter chaos, not knowing what to do.

Yet, even though Ding Chunhua cooked for her husband this time, Hong Aiguo didn’t give her a glance. He still ate with his parents, didn’t return to their room at night, and it wasn’t until the eve of Guan Jiu’s return, after Ding Chunhua’s gentle words, that their cold war finally ended.

Over the past year, A Sheng had bought them this building as their home. She now worked at the Second Hospital in the city center—perhaps not as accomplished as Xu Ning or Bingbing, but it was good enough to be in the same city as A Sheng.

In just a few meters, Su Yan, quick and nimble, closed the distance in under ten seconds. In a flash, she was behind Cui Yong’an, swiftly covering his mouth and dragging him deeper into the side passage.

Though they all wanted to become disciples of Black Shell, that was just the thrill of meeting their idol in person. After following Yin Shi for so long, there was a bond of brotherhood. When Yin Shi’s leg was broken, their first instinct was to act.

Before the apocalypse, if they’d had an instructor as irresponsible as Ye Qiang, this batch would have been delighted. But now, his words only made them more uncertain, and they trained harder than ever—except for those close to Ye Qiang or lacking in resolve.

“That’s easy for you to say,” Ouyang Liu thought to himself, surprised at how brainless Zhu Hongyu was. He couldn’t imagine how the man had survived this long.

As for Ku Hai, Chang Xing, and the others, he was too pressed for time to bother with them. Not that his own intervention was the only way to deal with them.

The enormous meteorite had hardly changed at all. If there was any difference, it was the scars left by the beast tide and Ouyang Pu’s battle with the monsters—craters and cracks still visible upon its surface.