Volume 1, Chapter 23: Absolute Confidence

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Yan Yuncheng, however, showed no restraint. He hurled his spiritual energy spear directly at Geng Yulin. Geng had been on guard against everyone, raising his gilded halberd horizontally to block the fierce assault. Yet, Yan’s power was a deep reservoir finally unleashed, a stark contrast to Geng, who had only reached the Spirit-Channeling Realm through the aid of medicinal pills.

Liang Chunhui wanted him for the same reason he had wanted Zhao Feng before: he coveted a body whose soul had perished but whose form remained, intending to use it to cultivate an artifact spirit.

Xie Gongbao gave a soft sound of surprise, thinking it truly strange to encounter people on the Demon Mountain. He cast his gaze down to see two men covered in blood, supporting each other as they limped toward the stream to drink. They drank with desperate haste, only to collapse from exhaustion halfway through. Curious, Xie Gongbao spurred his tiger forward to investigate the cause.

From the lone right arm remaining beneath Locke’s bone armor, the King of Corrosive Vines naturally discerned that Locke was likely suffering from certain injuries.

"Do not let them escape, kill them all!" the squad leader commanded those behind him.

"He Zhang, I have taught you that every profession has its specialty; do not stray from your path. You are only suited for scholarly pursuits."

Just as Gao Jingping and Qu Muzhi saw their auras surging ever higher, an ethereal, formless voice drifted from the depths of the Chu Imperial Palace. Though soft, it struck everyone’s heart like a great temple bell, brooking no doubt.

The pain grew increasingly agonizing. The sound of "crunch, crunch" tearing and gnawing rang out incessantly, chilling to the bone. The middle-aged man finally could not withstand the torment and began to writhe on the ground.

One hundred and fifty million magic coins were enough to complete the transformation of the Orc God and the Orc Plane. As for the extra fifty million, that was a touch of kindness Locke bestowed upon the Orc Plane.

Jiang Xie knew that the other party had likely only been suspicious before, but having just used the Triple-Combined Thunder Roar Cannon, they were surely certain of his identity, or they would not have revealed themselves.

Yang Ren crept stealthily toward the entrance of Old Man Huo’s home, pricking up his ears to listen intently.

The receptionist seemed to recognize me. "This way, please." With that, she led me into the basement—the same one Zhang Zihao had brought me to last time.

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Watching the frenzied Flame Magic Lizards below, Nie Feng sighed with emotion. Cannibalizing their own kind was truly brutal. However, this particular lizard yielded no essence; it seemed not every lizard possessed it. It was likely that only elite-level magical beasts gave birth to such essence.

There were over a dozen of them. Aside from the three needed for the formation, the rest could be used to refine medicinal pills.

Half a year ago, the great war between humans, gods, and demons officially began. Countless lives across the world were swept into this unprecedented conflict. Nearly a thousand members of the Five Great God Clans, a thousand demon gods, and the hidden super-experts of the Tianyuan Continent launched an epic battle against the entire Radiant God Clan.

River Shrimp was the boss of this Chaotian Street. He was incredibly ruthless; while those who lived in the underworld were generally vicious, few dared to compare themselves to River Shrimp.

"Third King, we have arrived!" the leading lion-headed, human-bodied demon lowered the palanquin and said respectfully.

It was not that she worried Gan Liang could not defeat his opponent; she feared that if the opponent were not a normal human, there would be trouble.

"See? I told you. The Executive Deputy Minister of the Police Department, Zhou Yuanming, and his wife, who died in the car accident—those are Zhou Xudong’s parents," Luo Zeyu chuckled.

In Han Feng’s sea of consciousness, a white-robed phantom appeared. It was elegant and refined, like a god or a celestial being, standing above all things yet embodying the Great Dao of all creation.

Seeing Li Xinglan carrying a blood-dripping spear, swaying it back and forth with a perverted, excited expression as he flashed back and forth, one could not tell if he was showing off his unfathomable speed or if the young man simply had a penchant for sadistic slaughter.

With no visible signs of sorrow, Han Feng felt the old man’s spirit vanish. His eyes were vacant, and he was merely digging at the dirt by instinct.

"Sect Master, this time our Tianyun Sect has recruited fifteen thousand disciples, but only forty-some were admitted into the Inner Peak," Bai Xuanji reported to Ye Yun.

Han Xing, having restored his spiritual energy over a dozen breaths, felt it already running dry. It was like a runaway horse, and he could barely hold it back. He turned his gaze toward Han Feng.

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The machine gun barrel was glowing red, and the table supporting it had long since collapsed under the strain.

Lin Jin began preparing to transport five million strings of gold and silver back to Bianliang City. The escort agency was comprised of his own men, so it would be impossible for anyone to know if he smuggled private goods during the transport.

Dihui City had massive black walls over a hundred zhang high, and its gates were dozens of zhang tall. People beneath them looked like ants in a dark, dense mass. The black-armored soldiers at the gate were all at least at the fifth level of the Spirit Realm.

Having received word early, Patriarch Gong and Ge Ying had long been waiting at the city entrance. From afar, they saw the spirited Lei Min and the imposing Lei Xuan.

Lin Jin had not expected her to have such a high tolerance for alcohol. His own head was spinning and his body felt weak, forcing him to slump onto the table. Seeing this, Wang Yunxiu called Manager Hu to carry him to a guest room to rest.

Opposite her, Nana collapsed to the ground, her wooden sword discarded to the side. She clutched her cheek in pain, bright red blood flowing through her snow-white fingers.

Then, in the rift between planes, within a void where even the concept of time and space was muddled, all the black-robed figures vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed at all, leaving nothing behind.

Gao Jingzhe’s sigh was even more helpless than my father’s. He patted my father on the shoulder, turned, and walked out to begin directing the armed police to enter and secure the scene.