Volume 1, Chapter 43: Attack on the Ant Nest.

Just moments ago, Li Ling had been standing closest to Chu Yu and could easily have shielded her from harm. Instead, he had deliberately waited until the silver hammer was right upon her before making a move to save her.

He was a man in white, with raven hair cascading over his shoulders and robes as pure as snow. His features were strikingly handsome, and his brows radiated an untamed, spirited confidence.

Xin Yiyang smiled bitterly to himself, thinking how foolish his younger sister could be, and had no choice but to drop a hint: "Where on earth would I get the money to participate in an auction?" Heavily in debt as he was, Gu Yankai's invitation for them to attend an auction felt nothing short of a slap in the face. Even in the past, Xin Yiyang had never possessed that kind of disposable wealth to mingle in the auctions of the rich.

Elder Wu and the fourth master of the Wen family, facing the plump cultivator, found themselves entirely suppressed, reduced to passive defense with no room to counterattack.

With those words, he turned around, his figure sinking into the darkness of the iron cage, and ceased all conversation with Li Mi.

The ceiling of the tomb tunnel was densely packed with countless protuberances. When the flashlight swept across them, they reflected faint points of light. Based on my experience, either the stones were encased in a layer of ice, or they contained a vast amount of smooth-surfaced crystals.

Seeing Li Ling's resolve waver, Hua Hanyue burst into frantic laughter and declared, "Hahaha! I knew bringing these people along would definitely come in handy!" With that, Hua Hanyue ordered his men to remove the black cloth covering the hostages' heads, revealing their true faces.

Bo Yanyu furrowed his brow, his falcon-like gaze piercingly intimidating toward Li Shaotian. The murderous intent radiating from his entire body was enough to chill one to the bone, unmistakably revealing the hardened, unyielding demeanor characteristic of a soldier.

With a muffled thud, Li Mi kicked the door. The wooden latch snapped in half, and whether it flew out to strike some object within the room, a sharp clanging sound echoed from inside.

An overwhelming wave of despair surged through Song Yuanbai. He never imagined that even his last remaining trump card had vanished.

Ever since their territory had been seized, they had wandered from place to place, and their kinsfolk were frequently subjected to slaughter.

That thing looked like a plant, but the moment she touched it, it transformed into a swarm of dense green insects that flew straight toward her face.

Returning to the bed, Qiao Yi was so exhausted that her eyelids felt glued together. Unbothered by whether she was wearing any clothes or not, she slid straight under the covers and fell fast asleep.

"The real question is, the Golden Cymbals are also the treasure of Maitreya Buddha; is it appropriate for me to take them?" Li Furen hesitated.

Huang Lingfeng smacked his lips and shook his head. The situation was far too tangled, so he simply abandoned the thought, deciding to follow the imprint straight to his destination.

The leader, Fang Bing, said, "President Ye, we are here to work for you. It doesn't matter if the pay is a bit lower, as long as it's stable and has room for growth."

Along the way, Imperial Noble Consort Chang blocked Luo Lan's path, her face dark with suppressed anger as she glared at her.

Before he could finish his sentence, Gan Lingling suddenly started, hurriedly grabbed him, and pulled him toward a distant corner, vanishing from everyone's sight.

He glanced once more at the [Heaven Rewards Diligence] martial arts panel. Counting them up, a total of eighteen martial arts techniques were listed under the practiced skills.

Before he left, she had promised him that she would stay quietly in the residence for the foreseeable future and go nowhere. She had never expected to break her promise, leaping and bounding off to conquer her mountain-climbing grand ambition before even confirming her physical condition, almost courting a major disaster.

Passing through the Southern Boundary Gate, one was greeted by several towering pillars of indeterminate height, entwined with golden-scaled, sun-radiant red-bearded dragons. Beyond them lay a series of long bridges, carved with colorful, sky-soaring red-crowned phoenixes winding along their spans. Gazing outward, one saw an expanse of brilliant morning clouds shimmering across the sky, dotted with pavilions. Xing and Yi, following Jiang Guang and turning merely twice, arrived at a side hall.

The debris, already purified and condensed on one side by the "Mystic Earth Radiance," pulsed with vitality. Under their mutual collisions, they emitted a metallic clang as sparks flew like iron striking iron, a testament to the extreme hardness of the fragments. Imbued with a newfound spiritual essence, these fragments danced with the wind before finally coalescing.

Once the crowds at the city gates had entirely dispersed, Dapeng swept Penglai Ancestor into a deep, crushing bear hug.

Before long, the Candle Dragon aircraft descended amidst the ruins. Zhao岳 carried several of the Mythic members into the cabin, originally intending to bring Li Ming and Qian Xiangdong aboard as well to transport them together to Anmen City.

"What are you doing? Where is everyone else in the Marquis's Mansion? Why is there not a single soul to be seen?" Shuying asked through gritted teeth, her voice cold. The main courtyard was, without exception, completely empty and desolate; aside from Shuang'er before her, there was no one else.

The next moment, the malevolent black clouds, compressed into a tight mass by the cataclysmic explosion, erupted violently, instantly staining the entire sky an impenetrable pitch black where one could not see their own fingers.

According to what Lin Yi knew, the status of a core disciple was immensely noble, carrying the qualifications to succeed the sect master. Therefore, the core disciples of Daoist sects were the absolute essence of those sects, the backbone of their strength, and their future.

Looking at the final dish remaining on the table, Li Heng finally understood everyone's intention. It turned out they had long been eager to eat and were merely waiting for him to serve the last dish before digging in.

"What you are speaking of is the matter concerning Xia Yu, isn't it?" This was the first time Zhao Yan faced the issue of Xia Yu head-on.

This affair won immense popularity among the common people. Even those bandits and outlaws who usually committed crimes were willing to exert themselves for the country, while those lofty feudal lords and princes cared only for securing a corner of peace for themselves, completely indifferent to whether the common folk lived or died.

Mu Tian could not help but marvel at how much growth the Illusory Profound Embryo had brought him over the two days since he had absorbed the insights of the Night Vision concept. Yet, in terms of sheer might, a third-tier Qi Condensation pangolin was no match for the wielder of the Night Vision concept.

Li Ru, having just been intimidated by the formation array set up by Cheng Dalei, only now noticed the latter's attire. That black garment embroidered with cloud motifs, paired with a golden crown and boots... it was the attire of a general.

If time could turn back, Baichuan now felt confident that even if he were to face that eighth-realm demon great swordsman again, he could still execute a single sword strike relying solely on this surging sword qi within his body, no longer needing to depend on the lingering sword qi of the Fengli Sword to protect himself.

The scar-faced man said in astonishment, completely clueless unlike others who had visited this perilous city, a look of curiosity and confusion written across his face.