Volume 1, Chapter 43: What do you think you're doing, Horsley! Have you lost your mind!?

Although the two extra attributes that appeared out of thin air on the Blazing Fire Sword also shocked him immensely, this issue was clearly a matter of the magic weapon itself and had nothing whatsoever to do with the gemstone.

To think they were outsiders! He had previously warned Zhou Yuntian that the people inside were dangerous, especially since those two owners of tier-five battle armor were stationed there. Yet now, it seemed that the guests they spoke of were the real trouble.

The next instant, Ren Yingying felt a blur before her eyes, and then a figure stepped directly in front of her—it was none other than Qin Hao.

Right at that moment, a pillar of deep purple light soared into the sky, crashing down not far from the two of them and abruptly shattering the atmosphere.

"Ziyun! Today I must take Zheng Jiuzhou back! I will take good care of him myself!" Daoist Zixian's expression carried a resolve never seen before.

Facing such a fierce battle, the two elders of the Soul Formation stage remained calm observers. Though they appeared composed, inwardly they were gripped by extreme tension, concentrating every ounce of their energy on the Pluto Dragon poised for action within the deep pool.

After saying these words, he instinctively glanced toward Camilla. Sure enough, Camilla was also looking back at him with a smile.

The cultivators fell into a dead silence. None of them could break the mountain-protecting barrier with individual strength alone; it could only be achieved if everyone joined forces.

"Really? You've all been lying on the ground long enough; isn't it time to get up?" Qin Hao swept his gaze across the disheveled figures scattered on the ground and spoke directly.

Even achieving the effect of suppressing the rebellion was merely Lu Yao's preliminary estimate; whether it could truly be quelled remained an unknown variable.

It felt as though a feather was gently tickling his heart back and forth, creating an itchy sensation. He couldn't help but lift her chin, turning her face up to meet his.

Others might not know better, assuming Lu Xu was merely a playboy and a profligate dependent solely on his family background, but they would be wildly mistaken. All of this was just a protective facade for Lu Xu; in the underworld, he was renowned as the Smiling Fox.

However, Li Fengjue did not give him a chance to react. He grabbed the antimarksman cushion towel from the chair, wrapped it tightly around his fist, and smashed it fiercely against the emergency hatch switch.

Perhaps An Che embodied that very phrase: he wasn't foolish, but rather possessed great wisdom cloaked in apparent simplicity. On the surface, he seemed carefree, as if nothing mattered to him and everything was indifferent. Yet, on many occasions, he saw through things with absolute clarity.

"Susu, it won't happen again next time. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm truly sorry." Mu Wei felt like an absolute jerk.

Looking at Mu Yunqing, Di Jiuyuan's gaze also held a doting smile, wishing only that time would freeze forever at such a blissful moment and never fade away.

"All right, let me check if her room is locked. If it isn't, I'll help you; if it is, there's nothing we can do." Thinking of those pitiful orphans, Chen Lingna's heart softened. Even though she knew it wasn't entirely appropriate, she couldn't resist the persistence—perhaps it was destined, as Lan Fei's door wasn't locked at all and pushed open with a gentle nudge.

Inside the Palace of Eternal Longevity, Feng Qing shared this good news with Noble Consort Tian. Seeing the undisguisable smile lingering on Noble Consort Tian's face, Feng Qing knew her guess had been spot on.

Mo Zhanshan leaned motionlessly against the side of the carriage. Feng Qingyao could not tell whether he was asleep or lost in thought. She could sense the shift in his mood over the past few days; the closer they got to Luojing, the worse his spirits became.

Shortly after this news spread, an invitation appeared on that still-unstable public magnetic communication channel.

"Not good!" Hua Yin's expression changed drastically for the first time. Her hands moved at lightning speed, and vast divine power surged from within her body, forming a massive spherical protective barrier that enveloped her entirely.

Struck by Zhan Feng, the unicorn took a few steps back, its claws still tightly clutching the white tiger's beast core. Its blood-red eyes glared angrily at Zhan Feng as it snarled; though its gaze held a trace of fear, it showed no intention of yielding.

The very instant the elemental puppet perished, the puppeteer controlling it let out a miserable screech. The stone platform beneath him weathered away instantly, scattering into the wind as dust. His body lost its support, plunging to the ground, and with a crisp shattering sound, it broke into countless fragments of stone.

An explosion suddenly erupted where Liu Pan had landed, and he was sent flying high into the air, looking down at Zhu Xiang and the old man from afar.

Now she was only enduring the second thunder tribulation. As the subsequent lightning grew more powerful, the amount of celestial energy she could channel would increase accordingly, and charging forward blindly would undoubtedly spell disaster. Many people abandoned the idea of trying to snatch the thunder beast any further.

The Ice and Snow Shrine appeared resplendent and magnificent, currently enveloped by the blazing sun, whose radiating rays draped the shrine in a dazzling halo.

Yue Chuan did not resist this spatial energy; instead, he cast out his perception to observe the operation of the spatial forces within the energy storm, pondering how to improve his application of void-walking. However, before he could figure anything out, the scenery before his eyes abruptly shifted.

Great. Judging by her attitude, she really treated this trip to Jiangsu as a vacation. But since everyone was already here, what more could they say? They couldn't very well make her carry her luggage back, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and set off together.

Angel fit this description perfectly. She was a pure embodiment of light-attribute power, possessed the body of a grand archangel, and had condensed a divine persona, laying the foundation for attaining godhood. The God of Light in the scriptures of the Church of Light was a deity in the heavens, whereas Angel was a living God of Light walking among mortals.

Wang Hu forced a smile while wiping the sweat from his forehead. Knowing he was in the wrong and terrified that Tang An would beat him up, he deliberately retreated a few steps, only daring to speak once he reached a distance he felt was relatively safe.

He remembered that his magic this time had only killed the teleporting elite zombie, while the other cold-enchanted elite had merely taken a hit from his Magic Arrow and was ultimately finished off with a Bone Spear. He wondered which one had dropped the good loot.

The duration of the high-level earth magic he had cast during meditation had not yet expired, so his magical damage remained relatively high, shaving a hundred points off the opponent's health bar.

What? Go look for him yourself? Wang Yun found Chu Xiuxiu's words somewhat laughable—and all for Zhou Shaojie's safety?

Xiuxiu's appearance was growing increasingly striking, and as a young woman, she naturally caught the eye of several young men.