Chapter 135: Appearance

The terrifying aura rising from the depths of the pool clung like a festering sore, sending a shiver down one's spine.

Wen Tingyu’s expression turned grave as if facing a formidable enemy. The moment his hand pressed against the hilt of his blade, a cold glint flashed out of its scabbard. He said in a low voice, "The monster is emerging. Everyone, be careful."

Cheng Xiaoshan’s face drained of all color, his voice trembling as he muttered to himself, "What kind of monster is this? It hasn't even shown itself, yet it commands such a horrifying presence..."

Before his words had even faded,

For Wang Qiong, this was merely a treasure that could be sold at will, but for him, it was a matter of strength and cultivation level.

"Pass the word down: no one is allowed to step outside for the time being," Wang Qiong instructed.

Shi Qingshu also lowered her head, feeling relieved that Shen Mi was as gentle as ever.

Here, regardless of whether you are a person of high status or a notorious criminal, besides a few rules on the ship that must be followed, you are your own king.

Following the shield bash came the strike of a greatsword. He was an unqualified swordsman, not a warrior specialized in shields, yet he handled that shield—which should have been of green quality—with his immense strength without the slightest hindrance, and it proved highly effective.

Even if the fools from the Brightness Academy truly managed to get inside, they would likely not be able to obtain the manifestation of the Great Wasteland Fierce God. They could not pass this trial no matter what; even if they survived, they would suffer heavy losses.

"Your body has only just recovered; how can you expect me to rest easy?" Shen Zeyuan frowned, his eyes filled with worry.

At the cosmic level, one can rewrite even boundaries; repairing a city is no difficult task. Even if there are parts involving rules that cannot be reached, it does not matter.

Beneath Cold Mountain Temple, a black-clad swordsman wearing a bamboo hat appeared this day. Unlike other pilgrims, he held his blade in one hand and climbed the mountain step by step.

Elders in this world are all the same: the first thing they do upon seeing a child is focus on whether they have gained or lost weight.

Not only did he shroud everyone in illusions in that instant, but he also used his Void Blood Eyes to form layers of space-time barriers to block the flow of energy.

"Damn it, it hurts—" Jiang Kailan had felt fine initially, but now, touched by her pat, he felt a piercing agony and suddenly remembered that his wound had been struck by a bullet.

As soon as they saw the Cloud-Treading Chariot rushing over, they swarmed around it frantically. Fortunately, these two Cloud-Treading Chariots traveled through the air. Lian Fan and Zhao Yu’s driving skills were also exceptional, allowing them to evade easily without being blocked.

Sensing those three auras, Xiao Yan frowned slightly, his thoughts racing. With a wave of his palm, the pitch-black curtain before him condensed rapidly. Controlled by him, it gradually formed a square cage, and amidst the tearing space within, a mass of violent thunder essence appeared.

Originally, Han Ge thought that Mu Yongchan had been framed, implicating the film crew’s production, and that the crew was somewhat innocent in this matter.

"Oh my god, look at her! She’s actually standing on the railing—isn't she afraid of falling and drowning?" People coming out of the internet café were shocked by the sight, feeling worried for her, yet no one dared to approach.

Logging into *Against War*, Jiang Kailan threw himself entirely into the game; nothing in the vast world mattered as much as his mission.

It required Ao Kun to specially craft it from a dragon hide of the God Realm grade. Without needing to guess, one knew that the contents recorded on this scroll must be extraordinary.

Therefore, later, when listening to Dong Yuanqing talk about Qin Yan’s past, Jiang Fan’s clairvoyance never ceased, as he kept observing the situation inside the room.

The Lord of White Snow City furrowed his brows, his heart constantly chanting Ashe’s name. Ever since the Deputy City Lord, Snow Demon, had spoken to him about her, he had thought every moment of how he could possess Ashe and obtain the ice power within her.

Regarding this, Ru Sanshui truly had nothing to say. She guessed that those soldiers were mostly masochistic, acting in a lowly, pathetic manner.