Today, the little substitute takes to the field as well.

“You needn’t search any longer; you won’t be able to see me. I am nothing more than a wraith now, or perhaps a creature conceived by this immortal’s spiritual power. You will not discover me.” The voice sounded again, weaker than before.

Wang Yueyu pouted, calling out to Li Qi, “Hmph, it’s only a game. Look at how anxious you are.” With that, she threw a flirtatious glance at Xia Mingfeng.

But that ordinary, unremarkable hand came down, and Ghostcry’s body bent sharply, blood spurting from his lips.

“This…” Xia Mingfeng hesitated, but then recalled that the head of the family had come to his house to propose marriage, an extraordinary honor. Moreover, Ji Muyu had aided him in the Thousand Illusions World; it would be ill-mannered to refuse. After a brief pause, he nodded silently.

The disciples of Purple Stone Peak were all abandoned orphans, taken in by Chu Tiankuo. He raised them, took them as disciples, and taught them divine skills and powerful techniques.

It was precisely because of such sentiments that when the Xiangli brothers encountered members of the Ao family from Qiongxuan Clan’s Thousand Peaks Island deep within this unknown hall, they were not entirely surprised. Of course, a lingering sense of frustration was inevitable.

Da Kong Dadi took out his terminal and imported the information on monsters recorded on Xio Boltes. He sought to uncover the reason for the monsters’ appearance.

In an instant, the disciples reacted, warily eyeing those attacking them. With a shout, they charged forward, and the sounds of battle and spellcasting erupted all around.

Clearing his throat, he stood and spoke, “All who have emerged from the Monster Hunting Mountains, hand over the tokens gained from slaying beasts. The first place will be rewarded with a marquis title and a spiritual weapon.”

His form leapt high into the sky, unleashing supreme power. A golden leg imprint swept across, like a massive bolt of lightning slashing through the heavens, carrying unrivaled force as it smashed into hundreds of King Ape-like beasts.

The surrounding Yaksha were formidable as well, each possessing six stars—the equivalent of a human-ranked King Soul!

With an angry roar, his afterimage remained, coldness like a blade and a ferocious aura sweeping in all directions. In an instant, Xia Wei and the others could barely breathe, their faces pale as if an ancient divine mountain was crashing down upon them from above—inescapable, about to be shattered into nothingness.

At this moment, the night was dark and the wind harsh, and the room was pitch black without a lamp; one could not see a hand in front of their face. Lu Zhen’s dagger was something Ji Nantian could never have anticipated, nor could he see it.

You could hear a miserable scream as Yi Lin’s figure flipped through the air and then suddenly plummeted, crashing hard onto the ground.

“As for Mayor Luo, I only know him in passing. I cannot use him to throw my weight around; unless absolutely necessary, I mustn't seek him out.” Zheng Shan knew that favors must not be squandered lightly.

The dark night sky was dotted with stars, and dozens of sky lanterns floated upward, illuminating that patch of sky. Even from afar, it was clearly visible.

“Remember, do not reveal your identity, or you may invite mortal danger. The emperor will surely not spare you.” With that, Yun Xuan took another silver note from his breast and handed it to Tang Tao.

“It’s simple. Just open the crystal coffin of Master Rain, and she will naturally awaken.” Bi Su Immortal said, waving his sleeve to gently open the crystal coffin. Instantly, Tian Xin and the others felt boundless spiritual energy gathering toward Rain Master’s body.

However, for humans, history spans only a few thousand years; such a phenomenon is unique.

Before submitting her work, she had studied many jewelry designs, but her entry was entirely her own conception—a unique creation.

As more congratulatory guests arrived, they did not linger long in the lounge and departed in pairs.

When she looked up again, her peripheral vision caught sight of Qi Dayong, the stout man in Li Huchen’s team, struggling to tinker with a bird gun’s mechanism.

Unable to resist, she entertained mischievous thoughts—what’s fifty million compared to a night of passion?

The issue now wasn’t whether Gu Yunchen would stay or not, but that once the effects of the medicine wore off, Gu Yunchen would surely discover the truth.

That delicate face was as pale as paper, lips nearly colorless—completely overturning the impression Si Nanyi had of her.

In the world of martial conflict, it’s always like this. Once-glorious legacies can indeed nurture top talents within a sect.

Si Nanyi raised his eyes to Gu Yunchen, his cheeks stuffed like a hamster. With food still in his mouth, his words were somewhat muffled.

Everyone was shocked. From Senior Sister Yue Lin, it was already evident that Chu Han had no pity for beauty.

“How bold, to dare strike even at the Law Enforcement Hall!” Suddenly, an elder with a sinister visage slowly descended.

The ghosts one by one came to help. The Zhang family was initially terrified, but realizing the ghosts meant no harm, their courage grew. Especially the young ones, who watched the spirits with curiosity. The corpse grew fuller, nearly as plump as it had been before drying out, a marvel.

Tormented and dizzy, Xun Yi shouted with his divine sense, “You wretch, try anything else and I’ll destroy your thousand years of cultivation!” He believed a beast of such power would perceive his spiritual message. After sending it, he summoned the Jade Bamboo Sword and aimed it at the giant bird’s left eye.

Shui Tianlan, terrified, saw that the person opposite—Cao Shaofeng—kept his head lowered. But in truth, it was Wu Feng, wearing Cao Shaofeng’s clothes.

“Lord Ainz…” The pure white demon stared intently at Flying Squirrel with golden eyes. At last, a happiness only describable as “radiant” bloomed across her face.

But it was already too late. Lin Feng drew his sidearm from his waist and fired. The shot rang out, and before Liu Kai could react, a bullet struck his chest and he fell backward.

Just look at Da Long’s cheerful demeanor—he’s the envy of all. He never even boarded the ship, simply spent his time playing joyfully with Poseidon. This pair of troublemakers together is formidable when it comes to games.

Countless beast souls swirled around Qin Chuan, but he wielded the Thunder God Sword single-handedly, passing through as if no one could stop him. With unstoppable force, he pressed forward, drenched in blood. He had slain countless beast souls, and those discarded clay figurines lay at his feet.