Volume 1, Chapter 54: After Finishing a Cup of Tea

Yuwen Fu looked at him with a furious expression, "Lord Li, this is a banquet hosted by our State Protecting Duke's Mansion. I do not wish for some ill-bred person to come here and soil our family's wine!"

His words were uttered with righteous indignation, and then he slowly walked to Mei Gongxue's side, clearly intending to back her up.

At this very moment, twelve angry shouts resounded through the air. The Twelve Marshals broke through the space, their Tribulation-passing Realm auras surging as they launched a joint attack directly at Zhou Wushuang. They could see that the army was immobilized because of Zhou Wushuang and the Chaos Clock, meaning that only by killing Zhou Wushuang could the tide be turned.

She hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she gave chase to the one with the strongest strength. In her view, the person with the highest strength naturally held a higher status. Whether captured alive to fulfill a mission or killed to avenge a grudge, such a target possessed far greater value.

Dianbai immediately stood up, walked over to the window, and sat down. Bathed entirely in the moonlight, he began to absorb the essence of the moon.

Meanwhile, members of various religions also cast curious gazes toward the newcomer, well aware that this person must undoubtedly be the ancient immortal materialized by Zhou Wushuang that had triggered such heaven-defying phenomena.

However, Qin Bing did not reply. Furthermore, when everyone attempted to send her chat invitations, the prompt returned was: The player is currently located in a special map and cannot be contacted.

It was only then that she became aware of Xiao Yize drawing close. Just as she was about to raise her head, Xiao Yize's lips brushed gently against her cheek.

With a low shout, the Desolate Hand formed a dharma seal, and as the Lightning Emperor's Precious Technique erupted, it instantly obliterated the three golden-masked assassins.

After all, every undead was an expert in this field, which was why he had Dogis perform the autopsy as the lead surgeon.

Yet if Sikong Yunshang failed to know her place and continued to pester him endlessly, she should not blame him for being ruthless.

Qin Bing was just about to explain when suddenly something in her mind seemed to shatter. Puzzled by this strange sensation, Qin Bing walked toward the direction from which the feeling originated. Tapping against the stone inside the cave, she was astonished to discover that such cliché plots of hidden objects within rocks actually existed.

The Caravan Bandits were a notorious stronghold of outlaws in this vicinity, yet they had never been eradicated by righteous practitioners. This baffled Yunxue: were those cultivators simply too weak, or was this Horse Ghost Heaven truly that formidable?

It took a long while for Zhao Qing'an to feel somewhat better, though the unbearable itch still drove him slightly crazy. Behind the madness, however, lay a surge of excitement. Back when he was injured, the wound had first itched for a while before healing completely the next day. Could it be that his abilities were unconsciously recovering once again?

Even so, Dr. T suffered heavy injuries. According to his subsequent statistical observations of the parallel series worlds, this phenomenon was far from restricted to just one or two worlds; he simply could not trace their origin and could only temporarily record this massive batch-refresh event of containment objects.

Zhai Zhang looked at the Suiren floating in mid-air and listened to the cheers ringing in his ears, a faint smile blooming on his face.

After finishing the eggshell, which felt like emergency rations, Cheng Bin—whose energy had recovered slightly—possessed an even clearer consciousness. He re-examined his hands—or rather, claws—completely covered in crimson scales, and then, twisting his slender neck in a way completely impossible for a human, surveyed his entire body from top to bottom.

However, for cultivators at the pinnacle of Qi Refinement Transforming Spirit, most of their magical power traits would gain an additional attribute of spiritual premonition. Things connected to the unique characteristics of their own mana would inevitably stir their senses to some degree.

Meanwhile, high above the square, malevolent souls continued to teleport in from the sky from time to time, randomly appearing above one of the pools before being refined by those monks into droplets of pale golden liquid.

Early the next morning, Tang Yi deliberately chose not to drive, opting instead to travel by rickshaw, precisely to project the image of someone handling an urgent matter who needed to evade public attention.