Volume 1, Chapter 36: The Shifting Situation

The noise startled the group of bandits still drinking in the Great Hall. After a brief moment of stunned silence, someone reacted first, brandishing a blade and letting out a fierce roar.

"Wild dogs are here! Grab your weapons!"

Her words were not directed at Pain Deva, but at Nagato, who was controlling him from the shadows. Only when Nagato gave the word could Pain Deva unleash the Six Paths technique—the Phantom Dragons Nine Consuming Seals—to release the Seven-Tails.

Observing the Ten Demon Lords' shifty eyes, Wang Jie moved his lips and sent a telepathic message to Wang Ting.

With the end of the Third Great War, the outbreak of conflict was no longer subject to human influence. The three great nations now lived in peace, leaving this region a neglected wasteland.

The two brothers had chosen vastly different paths, and the wishes he had just harbored would likely never be realized in Wang Wei. Having chosen his own path and taken that first step, there was no turning back for a lifetime.

Lei Tian frowned; this fellow’s spiritual power seemed rather strange. With a flicker of his mind, the spiritual energy within his meridians surged violently toward the uninvited guest.

"Forget it, consider it a debt I owe you!" Muttering softly, Liu Moyan focused on enjoying the unique scenery from horseback.

If the Underworld King did not know, Bardock intended to seek out the Eight-Headed Serpent. As a fellow serpent, and having lived for countless years, the Eight-Headed Serpent should certainly know the habitats and varieties of its kind.

"Don't touch my things." Qin Fei’s expression grew anxious as she reached out to snatch it back, but how could she possibly outmaneuver Ye Feng?

Upon hearing the Jazz’s question, Qin Zhao did not hesitate. He had long since prepared a plan for how to pry useful information from the guy in front of him, and he stated his requirements directly to the Jazz.

Throughout the entire Central Plains Continent, there were tens of thousands of sword cultivators, and among them, hundreds stood at the peak. Yet, those qualified to utter these eight words numbered fewer than a handful.

Just as Ye Xiu sensed that something was wrong, Ye San’s gaze locked onto him with fierce intensity. His eyes fixed on Ye Xiu as if a ravenous wolf were staring at a piece of succulent fresh meat, his gaze seemingly burning with light.

"According to the records in the Nether Immortal Scripture, the fruits born upon the Tree of Eternal Life are fruits of miracle. Consuming one allows the user to break through a cultivation bottleneck, achieving any realm of cultivation, including the Divine Extension Realm."

The lotus flower blooming in the sky flew back to the Peach Blossom Forest, slowly catching Luo Changfeng as he fell from the sky with his eyes closed.

Gorin’s location was completely blanketed by the meteor shower. The Demon Race possessed a certain immunity to magic, but only to a degree; once the power reached a certain threshold, it could no longer be mitigated by mere partial resistance.

That was many years ago, when he was returning home with his parents. On the way, they encountered remnants of the Great Yan Empire’s army, and both he, as a young child, and his parents suffered brutal abuse.

Hearing the other party’s intent to purchase his spatial armor, Zhang Tian was somewhat surprised. From the undisguised longing in the man’s eyes, Zhang Tian knew that even without its spatial power, the armor remained a rare treasure—and since it was a gift, it was even more priceless.

As soon as his body entered the rift, Zhang Tian felt as if he had stepped into a fake spatial crack; on the other side, he unexpectedly saw Liu Ming, finding himself back at Liu Ming’s side in the blink of an eye.

Mu Liang remained silent for a moment, then slowly raised his arm, pointing at the wrist where An Hongdou held her sword.