Volume One, Chapter 50: Tang Xiangqin’s Disbelief

A day passed in the blink of an eye, fleeting as a white steed flashing past a cleft in a wall.

Clad in flowing white garments with her silver hair dancing in the wind, Bai Yin stood amidst the world of ice and snow, resembling a frost deity descending upon the mortal realm.

Though he rarely used such techniques anymore, the Vitality Sphere served as the foundation of externalized vitality, from which nearly all advanced skills evolved. Therefore, for the sake of safety, he decided to employ this move first.

"Take down the bad boy!" Rachel pumped her fist in the air, then led the entire team out with a murderous aura. Reaching the entrance of the player tunnel without waiting for the arena DJ to announce their names, she strode out defiantly, holding both hands high with a fierce intensity.

Everyone nodded and searched all around. They searched for a very long time, but saw nothing at all.

Walking upon the soil of the desolate ruins, Long Tian could not put his feelings into words—that sensation was profound and profoundly lonely.

"A blockbuster showdown? You're overestimating this match far too much," Rachel said with a hint of disdain, clearly not taking the game very seriously.

Under normal circumstances, even the Emperor could do nothing against him. Yet today, he had fallen right into Long Tian's hands.

Immediately afterward, my body soared directly over the heads of Kanzaki and Gintoki, slamming into the adjacent wall with a loud crash.

"Yes, but before I act on impulse, I need to purchase a diamond ring first." Rachel finally broke into a smile—the very first smile he had worn since entering the press conference.

"M-Mr. Yun, we aren't here for you. We're just taking him in for questioning. He has no relation to you folks, does he?" The police officer cast a suspicious glance at me.

As long as we were in the same city, no matter where it was, I could perceive the movements of the shadow monsters.

Meanwhile, the Sage Laozi fixed his gaze upon Xiao Feng. Naturally, he and Primordial Lord of Heaven lacked the strength to interrogate Xiao Feng directly, so they had no choice but to inquire among the millions of disciples of the Chan Sect.

Ma Liang felt a burning anxiety deep within. Watching his comrades fall one by one, a towering rage surged in his heart, making him yearn to slaughter every last enemy.

Wang Ye gave a sarcastic and mocking acknowledgment. Though his lips called him a senior, his face showed none of the respect due to a 'senior'.

Liao Shidong believed that when dealing with a young grandmaster like Ye Xiu, one must first instill a sense of belonging so that he could better serve the organization.

悬Above his head hovered Li Huichan's natal star soul. Surrounding it were five newly devoured star souls, radiating a scorching brilliance that nourished his natal star soul. Streams of light vanished into the white mist, extending from the back of his head all the way down to his dantian, suppressing the explosive energy swirling within.

After deep consideration, Yun Tian let out a long, cold sigh, then cast his gaze upon Xiao Feng and replied in all earnestness.

The sleek, dark-haired male baboon felt a jolt in his heart. He could see that the edges of the shield were not particularly sharp, but judging solely by the piercing sound of it tearing through the air, the force behind it was undoubtedly terrifying. Being struck by it would certainly bode ill.

Just as everyone was about to set off, Luo Tong's phone suddenly rang. He raised a hand to halt their steps.

Wang Ping'er sat by her grandfather's bed, weeping softly. Qin Lirui and Qin Di stood beside her offering comfort, both of them covered in injuries. Upon seeing Di Chongxiao step into the medical room, they could not help but cry out in joyous surprise.

Having consumed the thorn-berry, Fan Ling accumulated a full 100 points of spiritual energy, advancing his Swordsman level to Tier 2. At that moment, he finally unlocked a brand-new swordsman skill—Sword Forging Art.