Volume 1, Chapter 46: The Gathering Storm

Baili Xi stopped, reached out to stroke Qiuli’s head, and said, "Take a look." He dismounted, found a spot to sit cross-legged, and placed Qiuli beside him.

"Give me a quarter of an hour," Qin Han transmitted his voice to the other party, then swallowed a golden pellet. It was a miraculous elixir bestowed upon him by the divine beast White Tiger, capable of healing even divine soul injuries.

It was an entirely groundless conjecture, yet Aaliya unexpectedly felt a genuine urge to use fire to burn all of these banknotes to ashes.

Eating hot pot in winter indeed creates a wonderful atmosphere, especially with snow falling outside in Tokyo at this moment; however, pairing hot pot with red wine somehow felt quite out of place.

"It's getting very difficult," Gao Yuan thought that according to the current pattern, with his soul power enveloping his entire body, the maximum destructive force was likely just around this level.

On the contrary, Qin Hao's fists—no, not just his fists, rather every single part of his body had become a terrifying and lethal weapon. Anyone touched by him would either die or be grievously maimed. In just a few short minutes, Qin Hao had already killed nearly a hundred people, and those few leading disciples had long since been turned into headless corpses by him.

"You—are you not stabilizing your cultivation realm, but rather continuing to break through?" Sima Yan looked at Gao Yuan in disbelief, as if gazing at a monster. How could anyone who had just broken through to the Golden Core realm continue to advance by leaps and bounds like this? When had cultivation ever become as simple as drinking water and eating meals?

Feng Moxue hurried back to the company in a flurry of action. The moment she returned, she headed straight for the conference room.

Hearing this, the Three Young Masters of the Long Fist School lunged forward fiercely. Having failed to capture Gao Yuan last time—which also resulted in Wang Chao being paralyzed from the waist down—the three brothers had incurred the wrath of the entire Wang family. If they failed to redeem themselves with meritorious service this time, the three brothers might as well forget about surviving in Haicheng altogether.

At that very moment, the dark mercenaries who had just been blown apart in all directions by the invisible shockwave were straightening their crooked helmets and body armor, picking up the scattered longspears from the ground, and charging toward me once again with furious roars.

Hasni let out a wild cry as the blood mist on the surface of his body exploded violently, shattering the orb of wind elemental mist into pieces. His body lunged forward at high speed, trails of crimson light bursting outward from every pore across his entire body.

For instance, there was a scenario where dozens of bandits brandishing broken sabers and battered spears charged menacingly toward a carriage. Before Fes could even draw his sword, Yueying had already leaped out from the carriage, firing a continuous chain of fireballs. Although not as densely packed as a successive wave of fireball spells, their speed was by no means slow.

Ariel could not help but nod. At this moment, she also realized that she was no match for this wolf cavalry commander. Furthermore, through the combat, Ariel discovered that she completely lacked combat experience, and staying by Lin Fan's side would only become a burden to him. Therefore, she directly drove her wings and shot backward explosively.

In the end, Feng Long could only think of one last resort. If this method still failed to work, he would simply have to watch helplessly as the pharmaceutical factory and cosmetic plant were forced to suspend production due to industrial water restrictions, while the medicinal herb plantation would be completely ruined by the drought and lack of rain.

Mei'er's child had turned into a freak primarily because of Huo'er's venomous stinger. While that freak might not survive, the venomous stinger would not share the freak's fate of mortality. Therefore, Di Wu Nongquan was very likely connected to Huo'er's venomous stinger.

Although they had spent less than two days together, she held a deep approval of Brother Ye Shao, while Ye Shao's care and affection for her were obvious to all, naturally making her grow even fonder of this older brother.

It could be said that martial artists below the Saint Realm, once they obtained a Desolate-grade magical treasure, could instantly suppress opponents of the same rank and even fight across higher tiers.

That hooligan usually relied on borrowed authority to bluff and intimidate others, using his reputation as a rogue and his numbers to act villainously and bully kind-hearted people. When encountering a genuine expert like Leye, however, the only thing awaiting him was sheer misfortune.

I was instantly bewildered by them. As it turned out, he also suffered from morning crankiness; had I known earlier, I would have just complied with his wishes. Still, staying far away from him was for the best, as at least I wouldn't have to endure a life of being threatened by him anymore.

Along the way, Zhang Qian and the Sovereign of Ouyang were conversing in a language I couldn't possibly understand. Bored, I stared at the curtains occasionally fluttering across from me, and a moment later, looked back and forth to observe them. Every time I glanced over, I noticed the Sovereign of Ouyang's gaze fixed continuously upon my face, only for it to instantly shift elsewhere.

If Night Shadow didn't even know of the Si Kong family, then there would be no need to continue this "business" exchange. If they did know, Night Shadow would need to possess the sheer grit to follow through with it.

Logically speaking, a rational mid-laner at this time should choose to retreat, especially when playing a hero like Morgana; playing cowardly in lane was the absolute truth.

The man's expression was very gloomy, as if someone owed him a hundred taels of silver—though even a hundred taels wouldn't be worth Duan Jinrui looking like this.

Wang Jie firmly believed that his advancement to the Spirit Martial Realm wouldn't be too far away. Once he reached the Spirit Martial Realm, he could enter the space left behind by the Thunder Venerable at any time. Wang Jie was filled with anticipation as to what exactly lay hidden within that place.

When that information was completely absorbed by Wang Jie, the joy on his face became even more pronounced. Clearly, he was extremely satisfied with this unexpectedly acquired skill.

At that very instant, Zhang Mei's brain momentarily short-circuited. While she did not believe ghosts existed in this world, that did not mean her imagination was weak.

After storing everything away properly, Lü Shuo knocked down the torch and discovered that this glowing green torch was actually an item integrated into the game's settings.

"I said it already." He took a deep breath, exhaling a plume of grayish-white smoke. The pungent odor rushed into the chef's nostrils, causing him to wrinkle his nose in discomfort.

Upon hearing the words "raw consumption," the surrounding diners immediately grew restless, wishing they could force the young man's head down and make him choose this option.

The chief instructor of the Braun Training Camp had a bizarre fighting stance, moving almost flush against the ground. Karl was unfamiliar with this combat style, and his usual sword techniques might not necessarily counter John. Out of a swordsman's caution, he chose a niche technique adept at restraining force and changing stances as his opening move.

Those individuals who had yet to successfully condense their spiritual energy did not even have time to let out a miserable scream before they were directly reduced to ashes.