Volume 1, Chapter 65: The Real Culprit

The Marchioness of Wen'an wore a stern expression, hastily waving her hand in denial. Her well-cared-for hands gently fluttered an embroidered handkerchief as her words resonated with absolute firmness.

Currently, Chen Xing’s actual strength was merely at the single-fold stellar tier. The triple-fold stellar strength he had previously unleashed to defeat the Titan Caretaker was an exceptional, one-time burst, and it was impossible for him to reach triple-fold stellar power every time.

After waiting for quite a while without feeling anything at all, Lin Qingquan could not help opening his eyes. He was still in his quarters within the immortal palace, and the moon still hung high in the night sky.

Wishing to stay behind, it took advantage of Freddy’s absent-minded state to attempt an "invasion" of his mind and usurp his consciousness. Who would have thought that just as it had barely begun, the base started to undergo "reclamation."

Since obtaining the qualification meant that they had all awakened the Force, he naturally would not refuse; rather, he welcomed it wholeheartedly.

The field of vision was filled with bizarre creatures, most of whom had come from other stellar domains. Because this was the capital planet of the "Alliance of Light," comparable to an "international metropolis" on Earth housing people of every race from across the globe, these creatures were clearly not all native to this planet.

Seeing that Li Ling beside him had begun to zone out while holding that model, Heydrich immediately inquired, eager to know what was the matter.

It leisurely broke down doors one family at a time, seized the humans inside, and slaughtered them amidst their expressions of utter terror. This seemed to have become nothing more than a post-meal routine for it.

In the end, this black stone, highly likely to contain ten-thousand-year iron essence, was successfully bid upon by Huo Yan for thirty-five hundred spiritual stones.

"A supreme treasure nurtured by a divine beast, the Flame Orb!" Bing Lan revealed a look of profound shock. Although this Flame Orb was not as formidable as the legendary Fire Pearl Spirit, every divine beast nurtured its own unique orb, which became a divine beast's exclusive ability and supernatural power.

On one of the blue leaves rested a fluorescent flower bud, the center of which was filled with a pale green liquid. To those practicing spiritual power, this liquid was absolute ambrosia, a supreme nourishing treasure.

Jiang Tianzheng took a puff of his cigar, smiled, and said, "How could Li Haolong be with me? Steward Li, you must be joking, right?"

Chen Yu turned around and left the square without looking back. Li Tianzheng stared in a daze, not expecting such a turnaround; the fellow had spoken with righteous indignation, yet in reality, he was fleeing from the battle.

Chen Fei’s tone appeared exceedingly gentle, yet an invisible majesty caused the cultivators present not to dare to take him lightly. Knowing that the person before them was the renowned nightmare of the Central Plains, Chen Fei, the crowd stood up and retreated to the sides.

That elbow strike, which seemed impossible to dodge, was effortlessly evaded by Lin Feng. Lin Feng did not dodge to the left nor to the right; he merely took a backward step behind the two accomplices and then pushed forward with both hands.

"This, I truly don't have any." Da Wuhui was also quite helpless. He indeed possessed no spiritual stones, and the few he once had had long since been used up.

At this moment, Gu Hao was completely devoid of hair and beard, resembling a monk as he sat upon a large rock and entered into deep meditation.

Aside from the Transformers, the history of this world for humanity was essentially identical to the history prior to Chu Yiyun's entry into the Main God Space.

The very instant Weiyang was sent flying, Jun Wuyan, who had been standing quietly aside in a daze, suddenly flashed forward and caught Weiyang in his arms, staring with an iron-blue, gloomy face at the abruptly appearing Qingling.

Turtwig also cried out happily, making it evident that Turtwig was very fond of its master, Paul.

"Brother, would you be willing to sell me the intelligence regarding Princess Qing? Any price will do." Though displeasure filled Feng Kejun's heart, she still had to force a pleasant expression and plead.