34 Sandbar (VI)

Li Huanhuan was stunned for a moment, but after sensing her surroundings, she realized someone was approaching. Understanding that Lin Yi was continuing his performance, she immediately spoke up to play along.

This was a desolate hilly region. In the distance stood vast, rolling mountains, from which beams of light from teleportation arrays were shooting forth; that was the location of the grand teleportation array.

"Qingyan, rest assured, your Uncle Qian is not yet senile enough to do anything that would betray the old master." Being reprimanded by a junior like Zhao Qingyan, Qian Qianshan’s face flushed red.

Once Guan Jingtian finally caught his breath and looked at his arm, he saw over a dozen silver needles embedded in it, yet, to his amazement, he felt no pain at all.

"Big Brother!" Zhuge Kuangzhan laughed out loud, and upon hearing this, Ying Caichen and Zhuge Zhengye finally felt a sense of relief.

Logically, as a potential enemy, she should have been happy to see Lin Xiao in such a state, yet for some reason, she felt otherwise.

In the split second Tang Feng was deep in thought, the old man’s hand had already reached within half an inch of Tang Feng’s neck; in the next heartbeat, he would be able to seize Tang Feng and hold his life in the palm of his hand.

Yu Zichen sighed. If others heard her, they would think his wife was broad-minded and reasonable, but he understood the subtext of her words: she wouldn't interfere with what he chose to do, but he, in turn, had no say in how she would react.

The laws of the Death Realm can only be considered a set of rules. It is a guardian, but certainly not a creator.

In short, his eyes were filled with agitation, as if he were saying, "Can you stop spouting such nonsense? After all, continuing to act like this is completely futile in the end."

Furthermore, the Dark Empire’s social security system and the extremely affordable price of grain were enough to sustain countless civilians.

As the son of a shareholder of this club, he truly possessed that authority; no one would say he was merely boasting.

Ye Mingyue was taken aback, her face flushing. She naturally understood who the "Night King" was referring to, and this was exactly what she had planned in her heart.

Farr, who had brought Tang Bai over, trembled slightly, his burly frame shaking. With bloodshot eyes, he stared intensely at the dry, stiff corpse lying on the stone platform. At that moment, that intense impulse surged through his mind once again.

Listening to the series of system prompts ringing in his ears, a faint smile appeared at the corners of Qin Tian’s mouth. Had he not been working hard for these past few days just for this very moment? With this thought, Qin Tian immediately chose to accept.

Lin Yue’s soul perception swept across the surrounding stone walls. He did not linger on any single painting, for once he focused, he would fall into the illusions he had just experienced. A rough scan revealed over a hundred stone wall paintings here.

Before Zhao Shuangling could finish speaking, Feng Huie, who was just leaning on Zhao Ruifeng’s strength to stand up, suddenly gasped, her face turning deathly pale. Cold sweat rolled down her forehead like beads.

Zhang Miao remained silent, but he was laughing inwardly. He harbored deep hatred for Lin Yue because of how he had retorted to him earlier.

In the lizard archer phalanx, the moment the werewolves entered, the lizard archers dropped to the ground, leaving only the werewolves standing.

Wen Yiming finally recalled what had happened the night before and felt a wave of panic. He couldn't help but take a deep breath—was he, a fine young man, really about to meet his end?

Lu Hao smiled and said, "Nothing I can do, the traffic was jammed, couldn't get the car moving." Lu Hao got out of the car, tossed the keys to Wang Qian, and headed straight upstairs. Wang Qian smiled to herself, thinking: "You just woke up late, didn't you? Forget about traffic; the morning rush hour passed long ago."

"Who dares to come next?" Feng Shaojie held the blood-stained Flying Dragon Blade high in a flamboyant display, letting Da Hei run back and forth across the battlefield.

"Even if you knew, you wouldn't say it. Otherwise, wouldn't you be jumping into a pit of fire yourself?" The Empress continued to kick him while he was down.

The boat was not very large, with only a single cabin, but it was incredibly sturdy. Bai Da noticed that the deck was covered in attack arrays and inscribed with numerous strange and terrifying ghastly patterns.

Before he could finish his sentence, he slowly slumped over. General Zhao pulled his sword out with force, and a spray of blood splattered onto those around him. Yet, no one dared to move, for everyone recognized that those entering from outside the council hall were the officers who had been detained yesterday, along with those from Huiqu.

Cang Li lay on the bed, her hands clutching the sheets tightly. Nightmares were rampaging through her mind.

The struggles with the other three realms would be left for the Eight Great Sects to handle from now on. While this was a good thing for the Eight Great Sects, the pressure involved was immense.

I returned to the classroom and sat at my desk, waiting for a reply. Zhao Min returned, glanced at me, and continued to ignore me, which only deepened my frustration. What had I done to her?

"What? The Four Directional Generals were ambushed and killed by the Immortal Emperor of the Immortal Realm on the road?" In the Demon Palace beside the Demon Realm passage, the Grand Elder of the Central Demon Palace, Heavenly Sorrow Demon Emperor, grabbed the person who came to report and roared.

Listening to Dong Ge’s words, I was stunned for a moment, then lowered my head to think. Perhaps it really was true. "Alright, forget it. Let it go to hell, whatever happens happens. I'm done caring. Let’s head to Zhiwei’s place; us brothers should get together for a drink—it’s been too long since we last did."