Volume One, Chapter 44: Shock

He completely ignored the furious looks on the two men's faces. Zhao Yiguo's previous words were obviously just a way to save face after being instantly defeated.

The Surge-Breaking Pill has a market price of twenty thousand Chinese Yuan per pill, making it a relatively inexpensive variety among elixirs. When consumed, it can rapidly enhance one's cultivation realm in a short period of time. However, while it grants a rapid boost, its drawbacks are equally enormous. It overdraws the body's potential, leads to hollow and unstable vital energy, and places shackles on the physical form, making any future advancement exceptionally difficult.

Such pills are very common in the market and easily acquired; no one would consume them without good reason, unless...

In front of the giant screen, a multitude of people lingered, all curious about the identities of Ye Chen and the others, hoping to glean some information from the news.

"Master is here, please accept your disciple's bow!" said a young man with the appearance of a college student, prostrating himself with intense excitement.

The Scorpion Demon Physique of the second level allows the entire body to be encased in armor, with a hardness comparable to a low-grade spirit artifact. Every move carries the virulent poison of the demonic scorpion, making it difficult even for spiritual light shields to block.

Those corpses passed right through Li Yunhui's body and walked toward Shan Zheyhen. The corpse in the lead was the first to reach out a hand, grabbing at Shan Zheyhen's cheek.

First was the introduction of Zhu Ling. Zhu Ling was forty years old. At the age of twenty, he had been sentenced to prison for theft. After his release, his whereabouts became secretive, and he subsequently joined the Sky-Vastness Sect founded by Xuan Kong—becoming a junior martial brother to Wang Fuxing and Wang Fusheng.

"Traitorous ministers within the country have not yet been purged; we must absolutely not stir up border conflicts again," Li Gang sighed, preparing to discuss with several Censorate officials how to cope with this sudden upheaval.

One by one, they raised their heads to gaze at the sky, as if there was something worthy of study in the white clouds above.

Aside from the school, everything else consisted entirely of research institutes, factories, and enterprises that combined the magical and scientific sides.

Mid-air, the four figures looked at the two blood-flame cones in the hands of the black-robed cultivator with immensely complex expressions, yet they still gritted their teeth and charged into the fray regardless.

Even Bai Sen, normally a destabilizing element, was now sighing with emotion over this tranquility. Three years on the battlefield truly exhausted one both physically and mentally, but now, vacation time had arrived.

On that day, Chen Xuanli wept as he knelt before Su's father, repenting and asking for forgiveness in hopes of altering the outcome.

At this critical juncture, Er Pang hurriedly shook his head, not daring to let his mind wander, as shrill screams once again echoed from behind.

Everyone dispersed once more, leaving only the few operators controlling the platform's demonic ape to continue hoisting the personnel from below. Reed walked unhurriedly into the small city.

Everyone nodded in agreement with Er Pang's idea. Er Pang began asking around everywhere to find out which tavern was the most famous. Having not had a proper meal in over ten days, an excited Er Pang instantly perked up as if he had been injected with adrenaline.

In truth, despite his constant claims of visiting for the very first time—and even his own inner conviction that this was his maiden trip to Mount Emei—this was not actually the fact.

"..." Ji Mo and Ji Yan, having witnessed the entire slaughter, were left dumbfounded, having never experienced such a grandiose spectacle.

If that was the case, letting go earlier was the best choice; short-term pain is always better than long-term suffering.

Ye Wuchen grabbed the person in front of him with one hand, his palm shifting into a heavy blow landing squarely on the individual's abdomen.

Imperial Romance: If the two of you want to argue, you can do it face-to-face. Don't come here to disrupt military morale.

"Mr. Zhai, I truly never expected you to be such a person." Murong sneered. How was he any different from a scoundrel now?

Amidst the shifting scenes, Zhai Mo suddenly caught a glimpse of Murong in a fleeting frame. He immediately ordered the staff to halt their work and rewind the footage. However, before he could make heads or tails of Murong's appearance on screen, a scene that chilled Zhai Mo to the bone occurred.

Sigh~ Big brother, it's not that your sister isn't willing to help you, but Zisiao's aura is simply too overwhelmingly powerful.

At this moment, Zhai Mo was still leisurely sipping his tea, completely contrasting with Song Keke's current state.

Accelerating instantly, the airship's magic tower achieved an unimaginable velocity. After hurtling at hundreds of meters per second for just two or three kilometers, the roaring dragon of fire spewing from its rear extinguished, replaced by billows of thick black smoke.

Having absorbed so many attacks—all executed at the full strength of the Eight Gods—Li Ling now felt as if he were breathing his last.

Who in City A didn't know to what extent the land prices in this area had been hyped up?

"Qin, what kind of attitude is that?" Hearing Qin Xiaorou imply that she couldn't understand human speech, Song Lin, driven to desperation by anger, wanted to step forward for further interrogation, only to be sent crashing to the ground by a flawless side kick from Qin Xiaorou the moment she took a step.

Man-eating flower! The petals enveloped the live prey tossed out from Mo Ran's sleeve. It wriggled incessantly, and moments later, the skeleton of a wild rabbit was spat out by the man-eating flower.

The musketeers fired their matchlocks at the wide-open Qin army, instantly killing countless soldiers. Wang Jian hurriedly ordered his troops not to panic and to reform their ranks.

Even the white robes on his body hung limply, dyed from white to a crimson red—unlike the red garments worn by Feng Jiu, his were stained in actual, fresh blood, exuding a faint, iron-like stench.

"That's not a problem, but I can only lend you three books at the moment. If you still want to borrow more after finishing these, contact me via card-comm. My number is..." Teacher Xie Bing shared her contact number with Li Mu.

However, when he opened that rust-covered time capsule and saw a yellowed paper and a glass bottle resting quietly inside, Xia Wan'an's wave of excitement instantly turned to ashes, vanishing without a trace.

Huiyou was unwilling to be left behind. With a wave of his hand, he pressed upon the fingerholes of the Jiuyou Demon Flute of Subduing Gods, blowing forth mournful and desolate melodies from within.

Qiao Nuan went home to pack her belongings for her overseas assignment, then got a good night's rest. The next day, accompanied by three accompanying staff members from her team—Luoluo, Zhang Da, and Liu Ming—she converged with Su Ziheng at the airport and boarded a flight bound for Paris, France.

"Alright, alright, I'll listen to you guys." Mu Xisheng was utterly helpless. Was he truly the most useless one... after all?

"Truly miraculous. I can sense that this is indeed my 'Black Blade: Yoru', yet even its power has been suppressed." Hawkeye abruptly opened his eyes, his sharp gaze causing Huang Liangchen's heart to tremble, right before a streak of black blade Qi came flying toward him.

Sure enough, as soon as Qiao Nuan and Yang Mi—neither wearing sunglasses, face masks, nor any disguise—followed Cai Yinuo back to the hospital entrance, the surrounding media instantly erupted.

The two of them usually devoted all their time to martial arts training and rarely concerned themselves with matters unrelated to combat. Therefore, they knew absolutely nothing about plants with special properties like the Meditation Grass.