Volume One, Chapter 27: The Half-Corpse King, Sword Saint Ling Xiao

A Half-Corpse King?

Speaking of the Half-Corpse King, one must mention a new race: the Half-Corpses.

He had no choice but to accept the reality with resentment, yet he dared not utter a single insolent word to Ye Fan; he simply lacked the courage.

It was already 11:17, but Zhou Ying had yet to appear. Zhang Shujie began to panic, thinking, "Could she have forgotten?"

Next was Inzaghi. He feigned calmness, but the expression on his face betrayed him; at this moment, he was feeling immensely, profoundly happy.

Terror filled Yancun’s eyes as he grabbed Gecko and shoved him in front of himself as a shield.

However, she ignored the Butcher’s outstretched hand as he reached for the bag, leaving him to withdraw it in sullen disappointment.

Of course, the only thing that truly pained his heart was seeing Meng Yao suffer in such an environment. It caused him deep distress. He himself felt no fear of such surroundings or dangers, but Meng Yao was different; having always lived in affluence, she had never endured such hardship. How could he not feel heartbroken for her?

Early the next morning, Ye Suiyun and the two others settled their bill at the inn and arrived at the Xilongtan wharf. Huang Hua signaled the porters who had been waiting there to begin loading the dozens of baskets of ingredients they had purchased the day before onto the boat. Old Feng crouched nearby, puffing away on his dry tobacco pipe. As Ye Suiyun stood by, bored, he noticed that Yang Zhao and his companion had also arrived.

At the same moment, the barrier shuddered again, emitting a sound so deafening it nearly shattered everyone's eardrums.

Liao Wangfeng shifted his gaze from Du Yuefeng to Chen Zhifan in utter astonishment. At this moment, the young man was returning to his previous seat with a calm expression.

Gazing at Wu Mingmei, they felt as if they were looking up at an insurmountable mountain, their very souls trembling at its base.

Though he could not fathom it, Qi Bao knew that he had to find a way to refine this heaven-reaching sword peak.

Inside a secret chamber at the very top of the castle, Qin Zheng was contemplating which strand to use as the core for the convergence.

The realm-lord-level powerhouses of the Four Great Families had all departed for the Battlefield of Gods and Demons, taking most of the core strength with them, leaving only a small fraction behind in the Vermillion Bird Divine Realm.

Opening the gate required no special preparation, as the members of the order were highly disciplined. The only headache was selecting only the combat units for this expedition, which gave Xu Xian quite a bit of trouble. Most of them were powerful gene warriors who were desperate to join him, leaving Xu Xian scrambling to make his selections.

Tian Huoliu was snapped out of his trance by these words and looked toward Wu Kui, his dejected aura easing just a fraction.

"I don't have time to play these games with you!" He walked over to the laptop. The progress bar was only at 10% remaining. Once it finished, the genetic data of the two ancient races, which Genesis had obtained with such painstaking effort, would all fall into his hands.

Staring fixedly at Ye Tian and realizing that he truly had no intention of leaving, Satomi Kikuka was driven to the brink of madness.

She believed that in current society, the most potent force was often not fixed rules, but public opinion.

For any member of the youth training team, the only squads they aspired to join were the four that had participated in the finals. However, apart from the Origin Squad, the rosters of the other teams had largely remained unchanged, leaving them with no opportunity.

Ma Qi immediately knelt and began kowtowing repeatedly, watching him with curiosity all the while. To be able to push this usually terrifyingly indifferent youth to such a state, it seemed the rescue team arriving to collect them truly was at odds with him—and matched him in strength as well.