Volume One, Chapter 40: A Shortcut to Advancement

As soon as the two sides clashed, the armies of the King of Hanzhong and the King of Luoyang fell into disadvantage. It was not that their troops were incapable of fighting the enemy, but rather that after months of bitter warfare in Jingzhou, half the soldiers were battle-worn veterans, while the other half were recently integrated former enemies, still untrained and unsteady. The moment the battle began, the allied forces started to retreat, losing ground at every turn.

Watching Yang Zhaoyuan’s arrogant expression, Situ Fei ground his teeth in hatred. This land of Liangzhou was once his stronghold, yet now, more than half its territory had fallen into the hands of Zhao's army.

The power of top-tier magic remained as sharp as ever, like three raging storms sweeping the land. Players fell like fields of rice being harvested, the beams of death gathering overhead like ominous clouds, dark and oppressive.

At that moment, I held nothing back. Seeing an iron ball flying straight for my chest, I did not dodge. Instead, I summoned the energy from my dantian and unleashed a double palm strike, meeting the iron ball head-on. With a deafening crash, I forced the iron ball away with sheer force.

Yet what happened next was even more startling. I could hardly describe the scene: countless giant moths instantly converged, forming a massive black vortex in the sky above the courtyard.

The moment Sister Cai finished speaking, a swarm of agents and entertainers pressed forward, raising their glasses toward Gao Leng. As the investor, Gao Leng was already a figure worthy of a toast; with Sister Cai’s prompting, their enthusiasm only grew.

My abilities are still lacking, far from enough, Gao Leng thought, lowering his eyes, guilt welling up within him.

Of course, he certainly hadn't thought of leaving at the time; otherwise, he wouldn’t have employed such a desperate tactic.

How could it be so coincidental? The light in the room did not go out earlier or later, but precisely as I was looking in—it was almost too much of a coincidence! Had someone in the room noticed us? But when we first knocked, why was there no response? Was it deliberate?

Leaving the restaurant, Xiao Bing got straight into a car. The keys were already with him—Princess Nami had told him he could use the car whenever he liked. As a bodyguard and part-time driver, Xiao Bing started the engine and drove away from Sakura Manor.

Even the military and various covert organizations were restricted and forbidden by Justice League and Eye of Heaven, both openly and in the shadows.

"Of course, of course. But if you have any comments, please be gentle," Yan Xieyu replied with a smile as he prepared.

Thus, what he lacked were gold-element ultimate skills focusing on gathering energy and escape; these two just happened to fit his needs.

In this situation, what became of the 'Malcolm' they spoke of?

It should be noted that the ancestral phoenix had previously led the Great Swan Chief and countless top experts of the Phoenix Clan to attack the Spirit Realm.

Lu Zhanyang’s gaze suddenly sharpened, as if hidden blades flashed within, cold and dangerous. He looked quietly at Song Hongxia, saying nothing, but a chill gradually froze over his eyes.

Yu Meilan and her cold crow braced themselves to endure Abao’s screeching assault, but to their surprise, Abao did not roar this time.

If the Lord of Hell was the leader of local ruffians, then the Arbiter of the World was the kind of violent enforcer who smashed everything in his path, enough to make anyone wet the bed from terror.

"Alright! Let’s go home, darling!" Lu Zhanyang, as if granted an imperial edict, immediately started the car in high spirits.

As she finished speaking, the sound of knocking on windows and doors echoed within the room.

Typhoon’s body was still half-submerged in water, but his arms were so long that his hand had already reached my back.

Now, having broken through to the quasi-emperor stage with a broader view, I finally realized that the Primordial Ruins were truly a forbidden zone for life—perhaps not even the Supreme Emperor could enter and leave unscathed.

Feng Xianhua glanced back at the old man, only to suddenly see his saviors arrive—his two cousins, Jade Butterfly and Jade Dragonfly, had come.

Having lost his two wolf companions, the Wolf King finally rose from the boulder, looking down at me from above.

Yun Fantian was well aware of the current state of the Hua family; Hua Jian and his ilk dared to act lawlessly only because the old master’s health was failing.

“It’s fine, Your Highness. I’ll just eat this one… alright…” Maple Forest Night saw Yongqing’s expression darken, silently put down her burnt chicken leg, and took the one offered by Yongqing, biting into it with a crunch that sent chicken juice spurting. “Delicious… huff huff…” She panted, tongue out from the heat.

Mo Xiuchen held Xiyue’s soft waist, his body stiffening. He sighed, kissed her gently on the forehead, and let her go. He feared he might lose control and hurt her, which was the last thing he wanted.

Tang Cheng chuckled upon seeing Perfect Dazzle log off. She’d probably played all night and, after seeing him off, immediately went to rest. Not everyone had Tang Cheng’s strange ability to forgo sleep.

Tang Cheng’s mind felt as if pierced through, flooded with dazzling light and emptiness. Jia’er had been trapped in the Lord God's space for a hundred thousand years—a hundred thousand years! The number was so vast that Tang Cheng was momentarily stunned.

Perhaps ever since Qian Butong revealed everything here to save his own life, he had already abandoned this place.

"You can check the instructions on the back of your admission ticket," Zhu Gaochi said to Wild Brother with his usual calm.

Yi Yang shook his head with a sigh. He had not expected the taxi driver to have such nerve; even with a gun pointed at him, the man managed to escape so calmly—something Yi Yang could never have anticipated.

"Hello, I’m Shishi’s boyfriend," Han Yu said with a smile, stepping forward to shake the man’s hand. The man shot Han Yu a resentful glare.

Seeing his first attack after using the True Guidance Art fail, Murong Xuancheng’s expression grew grave. With a flip of his right hand, a long sword gleaming with violet light appeared. The sword radiated such powerful spiritual energy that the lower-ranked disciples nearby turned pale; it was obvious at a glance that this purple sword was a true magical treasure.

The five ghosts suddenly merged into a single, massive ghostly entity. It remained a black skeletal figure, but now it was far taller than any previous apparition.

Battle prompt: Your regular attack dealt 55 damage to the player Killer of the World. You have slain the player Killer of the World.

Ye Wanyi lifted her gaze, her eyes sharp as they swept across Xia Ranran’s face. She set her teacup down on the table with a heavy thud.

Xue Tiantian took out her phone, opened her chat with Bai Jiafei, and typed a “Good morning.”