Volume 1, Chapter 31: Tired of Serving Me?

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“Are you busy with something?” Li Sinan poked his head inside and glanced around twice. Seeing no suspicious traces, he felt somewhat disappointed.

When Sun Yunfei saw Han Feng knock one of them down, she completely forgot her own pain and shouted excitedly, “Han Feng, you’re amazing!” She knew perfectly well that victory in this battle was all but assured.

Su Yutang was secretly delighted. He had spent quite a bit of money having one of his classmates Photoshop it, all for the purpose of framing Su Qingqi.

Facing the pitch-black wall, Chu Fei began circulating the Sky Palace Sect’s introductory cultivation technique, the Basic Qi-Gathering Breathing Method. He followed the breathing pattern step by step from memory. He thought he must have gone mad—he had actually begun practicing the cultivation method from his dream.

Although Cheng Rui was a grandmaster, he was far inferior to Hu Tianchuan. With his many years of experience as a bodyguard, he realized that he had encountered a formidable opponent. Clenching his fist, he raised it to block the incoming palm.

Before she knew it, she actually began to feel that the other person was rather pitiful. Even his earlier offense now seemed as insignificant as a breeze passing by her ear.

Ye Zhaoyao naturally knew that the other party was eager to escape, but he did not care. Instead, he was considering how to find his first customer. He had no intention of making a humiliating debut when setting up his stall in Smoke City.

However, when such a situation arose in the country, everyone would choose another way to resolve it: calling the parents.

Yet his eyelids were as heavy as mountains, stealthily assailing him again and again. Remembering his mission—he must not fall asleep—he fiercely clawed at his wound, jolting himself awake with pain.

The moment she heard this, Su Qingqi’s expression grew solemn. Lei Zhenting’s invitation had clearly been made with ulterior motives. Yet today’s meeting had also made her realize that the old fox hiding behind all her troubles was none other than him.

Ah, fortunately, she had not been bluffing us about the so-called Ancient Road leading to the Eye of the Endless Sea. Suddenly recalling the sight of that peerless beauty watching them depart from atop the divine temple, Shen Xing Wuji was overcome by a wave of melancholy. Then he suddenly thought of Ye Yuhuan—the girl with the face of an angel.

“Haha, don’t call me Brother Lin. From now on, no matter when or where, you’ll always be my boss.” Lin Hai said it deliberately, placing particular emphasis on the word “boss.”

One ancient character after another flew out of the Emperor-Slaying Sword, blasting a vast number of ghost soldiers into pieces before surging toward the enormous skull, intent on suppressing it.

The man naturally took his clothes from the wardrobe and put them on neatly before the mirror, finishing in less than a minute.

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Assistant Xu was a perceptive person. Naturally, she could hear the displeasure in Kexin’s voice. But her future mattered more, and she had no time to concern herself with anything else.

Second Aunt Lian thought, I really ought to see a doctor. If this pain continues, and something happens to me, wouldn’t that only bring trouble upon myself?

“This is the will of those above. Besides, this Ye Shaoxuan truly is different from the others.” Su Yueqing stepped behind the gauze curtain. Mist rose, and within it emerged an aura of supreme Dao.

Qi Ming slew Zhao He without the slightest hesitation. The murderous intent in his eyes did not diminish at all. Slowly, he turned his head, and his gaze collided with Xue Wu’s.

Mu Yi gave an awkward little laugh and hung up the phone. After so many years together, he knew exactly when Ye Fan was happy and when he was furious. At present, Ye Fan’s eyes were bright, and only Mu Yi understood the danger lurking within them. It was a tacit understanding between the two of them—or rather, the experience they had accumulated over all those years.

In a certain sense, Meng Fan had even witnessed the destruction of humanity in an entire world. He had personally experienced and felt that aura of despair before.

At that moment, Sun Yuan knew they had already lost. Relying on these minor underlings, they could never avenge themselves.

This time, just as he had expected, taking it did not immediately allow him to break through to the ninth level of the True Martial Realm.

He had even wondered whether he was about to be silenced. Yet for some reason, he did not feel afraid in the slightest.

Across its chest ran a diagonal gash so deep that bone could be seen, yet not a trace of blood seeped from it.

If this Dugu Ming had provoked him by saying that he was unworthy of wielding a spirit sword or something similar, Meng Fan might not have taken it to heart.

The way he now looked at Li An was as though he were looking at a foolish donkey. A crushing advantage from a higher dimension was not difficult to understand, but when the gap between dimensions grew too vast, it became an assault on intelligence itself.

Li Yi stored away the instruments he had no immediate use for, as though he had come to stock up on goods, placing all the laboratory equipment into his storage space.

Qin Yi did not answer. Instead, he instantly flashed forward, and the kunai transformed into streaks of death-dealing sickles, reaping lives.

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The people at Starsea Pharmaceuticals fell silent. None of them knew how they were supposed to investigate the matter now.

If that day truly came, would it be a good thing or a bad thing for the players—or even for humanity? No one knew.

Yan Ran reached out and pinched off the third leaf that had just grown from him. Lowering her eyes to the vine-like object embedded in the back of her hand, she stared at Dian Bai and sneered.

“Throw it away! Wash the bowl clean!” Dian Bai issued the order without turning his head, then stepped over the high threshold.

“Yes, yes, it was me—it really was me! I was the one speaking with my brother on the phone at the time!” Zhang Xiong knelt on the ground and spoke in a timid, ingratiating voice.

“But isn’t the fellow perfectly fine right now? As long as he isn’t dead, everything can be discussed. And even if he does die, I’m confident I can bring him back to life.”

His body seemed to have grown more than ten years younger, and in an instant, he felt completely refreshed from head to toe.

The young man’s features were quite ordinary, but he had a square face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, giving him an air of righteousness.

Lin Huang’s mood did not fluctuate much, because he had long suspected that his spiritual soul was a Heavenly Soul.

Suddenly, snow exploded from an undestroyed patch of ground to the left rear. A charming, snow-white rabbit leaped out. Its fur blended perfectly with the silver-white landscape, making it difficult to notice unless one looked closely.

The young captain was named Zhang Zhi. He was an awakened individual with a level-six ability. He had originally been the deputy captain, but after the former captain sacrificed himself during a beast tide, Zhang Zhi succeeded him in due course.

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