Chapter 6: Clear (Bonus Chapter for Voting Support)

Every contestant had a dedicated livestream channel, and viewers could choose to watch a single channel or multi-screen them to watch several contestants simultaneously.

Most people—especially those from planets with top-tier rankings in interstellar strength, along with a few thrill-seekers—preferred to group together the livestream channels of participants from the lowest-ranked planets.

What they wanted to watch was those people meeting their ends in various elaborate ways.

Upon seeing the terrified expressions of the contestants, or watching them chased by the Zerg until they cried out in despair...

The very instant Ye Zi bit into the strawberry, her happiness index miraculously surged by 214 points.

After finishing his reading, Su Wengong stopped speaking. His eyes gazed straight ahead, looking sometimes as if he were staring at Wu Shaogeng, and other times as if he were gazing into the distant horizon.

With a pale complexion, Lan Xinling gritted her teeth. Daring not to linger, she exerted her utmost strength to lead the group in flight.

It was safe to say that unless Lin Zhihua was using a large-scale magical artifact capable of stitching mountain ranges together—much like a surgeon performing an operation—he should never bring metal up the mountain to cause destruction. Furthermore, he needed to carry lodestones up for inspections, clearing away iron objects and similar items as thoroughly as possible.

Rien decided to capture a prisoner so they could use them as a hostage to successfully enter the Demonic Prison Sanctuary.

"It's just a longevity exercise, passed down from the thirty-seventh-generation ancestor of our family." Qiao Mei blinked, casually assigning a name to the cultivation technique. After all, having practiced it for so long, she had never detected any fierce or aggressive edge in this martial art; it was entirely gentle and even-tempered. Since the manual itself had no title, she simply invented a name based on the technique's attributes.

Yet, what use would it be even if they retreated to the docks? With no boats left now, nobody could escape this place.

Much like Frieza, the Emperor of the Universe in Dragon Ball, he possessed the ability to survive freely in the vacuum of space. He was even stronger than Frieza, requiring neither food nor water, and remaining entirely immune to cold, heat, electricity, radiation, poison, aging, and disease.

Naturally, at this time, several supreme academies announced that they would popularize advanced cultivation techniques within their schools, promising top-tier techniques as rewards for students with outstanding performances.

Now, a good-for-nothing actually dared to provoke them. It was sheer contempt for their majesty; how could they possibly not be enraged?

Wuji Zhao raised his long sword high. In the sky, the aura of the Dark God converged upon the blade, and rolling dark clouds crackled with lightning as they crashed down onto the sword with a deafening roar, radiating an intense and terrifying divine dark aura.

Wrath of the Grimlock: Upon use, inflicts true damage + 10x multiplier upon the enemy for ten minutes.

Xue Ziyi also read through it carefully several times before ordering it to be taken away for safekeeping. She intended to place it in her own bedroom and study a little bit of it every day.

Having passed through this battle, Ning Fuchen had fully snapped back to reality. It felt as though he had just awakened from a nightmare—one in which he had been a merciless, cold-blooded executioner.

At this moment, quite a few people began stepping into the plaza, all clad in uniform white robes with a golden pill-shaped emblem gleaming on their chests, marking their identities as alchemists.

The surrendered soldiers of Later Shu had witnessed the terrifying might of this Meizhou army—the very force that had dealt a crushing blow to the Song troops at their very first encounter—and were extremely reluctant to cross paths with the arsenal army.

"Imprisoning and Slashing Primordial Light." Looking at Ye Xing from outside the light barrier, the burly man gestured with his hand once more. The primordial energy swirling unceasingly across the barrier began to condense into a thread within the enclosure, and then glided lightly toward Ye Xing.

"Hehe, silly girl, of course I like it!" Fancheng caressed You Ji's head and said in a tender, soft voice.

To everyone's astonishment, the Fourth Protector raised his head and let out a roar. The quills covering his entire body surged forward like a howling storm of swords. This relentless rain of swords instantly stabbed toward Marshal Tianpeng, Zhu Bajie, carving the very ground beneath them into pit after pit of shattered earth wherever it struck.

Xiao Lin thought he was the one taking the initiative first. In reality, what he did not know was that the Adams family and the Pandis family had chosen not to wait until everything was fully prepared this time. The weaponry had already arrived, and the new gunpowder technology was also entering the production phase. Filled with confidence, the two families had conferred and chosen to strike first.