Chapter Fifty-One

The Divine Emperor was slain because he had no defensive guard against the two of them. However, the inheritor was different. Teaming up once more with Nami Yuntian, with the sneak attack directed at him, for some reason, an unshakeable sense of unease lingered in his mind.

Two matchless, formidable spear intents surged simultaneously along the endless torrent of withered bones, striking directly at Fa Kui's fatal reverse scale. This further widened the flaw originally left behind by De Hui, causing blood to gush out continuously and forcing Fa Kui to emit wave after wave of painful groans.

Immediately, everyone cleared a path for him, and no one dared utter another word. Even as they watched Yu Wude smilingly gather up the treasures, not a single person dared to breathe loudly. Whether they were the gambling elders or the onlookers, every single cultivator was left awestruck by his performance in this battle.

At first, the flesh around Lin Jie's wound was turning outward, with blood flowing incessantly. But the moment his medicinal powder was applied, it was as if it encountered something frigid; the everted flesh began to freeze over, and the bleeding stopped entirely.

At this moment, Shu Ze was like the incarnation of an adjudicator, driving a crystal-clear long halberd toward Ji Cheng, seeking to bring an end to Ji Cheng's sins.

The weakness of the steel-bristled fierce boar lay precisely at its neck—a fact known only to those who had encountered and fought it. Coincidentally, Lei Zhong's father, Lei Li, had once personally slain such a beast.

"Brother Scar, actually, all my gains from this trip rely entirely on you. In the future, I will still have to depend on you to fight against the beast tides. This bone knife is as useless as scrap in my hands, but in yours, it can truly be of use." With that, he forced the bone knife into Scar-face's hands, turned on his heel, and fled, leaving Scar-face stranded alone on the spot.

Passing through a patch of woods, the two entered a narrow valley. The valley before them stretched out endlessly, yet not a soul was in sight. Feeling rather strange, the pair continued walking forward for a few more miles.

"Shut your mouth! Do you wish to betray the Heavenly God Cult?" Fu Zhi, buried halfway in the earth, suddenly barked. At first, she had merely assumed Gongmen Xia was employing delaying tactics, never expecting that she would actually spill the secrets entirely, leaving her no choice but to interrupt.

The world inside also utilized a touch of spatial magic, housing a magnificent sacred hall. Built entirely of silver-white stone, it appeared profoundly sacred. After entering, Wang Buzhui sought out the druid; having survived a great battle, he was now a candidate for the rank of Archangel Knight.

This question likewise lingered in the mind of Dongfang Xunyu until they returned once again to the underground weapon-crafting workshop. Old Duan had already been waiting anxiously for a long time; seeing Ye Feng return safely, he instinctively stepped forward to greet him.

The fact that no one had managed to kill such a mad scientist with such notions merely spoke volumes of her formidable capability.

Bai Sanqi flew into a rage, catching Mao Yong on the other end of the phone completely off guard, as the latter was still pondering how best to break the news to Bai Sanqi.

"No! Brother Dao, why did you bring Dog Brother along?" Lu Xi recalled that Dog Brother accompanied him every single day, and suddenly grasped the crux of the problem.

At this thought, a profound sense of guilt involuntarily arose within Ye Yi's otherwise detached heart. Regardless of the circumstances, it was certain that it was precisely because of Lu Liuyun's plea for help that Yu Chuling and her party had chosen to go all out to rescue him.

Seeing that he was genuinely concerned about him, Mo Huan took the initiative to explain, "It really isn't what you guys are imagining. My robe and Lord Left Prime Minister's robes got snagged together. Look, this is the proof!" He lifted the hem of his garment to reveal a freshly minted red mark.

Noticing Lin Zheng's unusual state, Tian Yuan's eyes brimbed with tears, her expression even more wretched than Lin Zheng's as she muttered incessantly under her breath.

Things having reached this state, with an acquaintance locked inside a cage, it was impossible for him to stand by and do nothing. Leaving Huizhen with the impression of an impulsive spender might just be a brilliant strategy.

When all is said and done, human beings are creatures, and the primary imperative of any creature is survival. In the face of survival, gentlemanly demeanor and the like are utter nonsense.

Had it not been for the formidable backing of the Xuanyuan clan, he would have loved nothing more than to use his Yin Wind Claws to tear apart that cold and arrogant visage before him. Outwardly, however, his expression remained unchanged, fixed in a gentle smile that projected an air of benevolence.

Finally, a trace of a smile surfaced on the waiter's face, and at this very moment, the word 'smug' was written all over it.

But now! Xiang Gangtian grabbed forward with his right hand, and amidst the incredulous gazes of the crowd, actually caught the beer bottle in his palm, then squeezed it hard.

Although the folk customs on the Illusory Cloud Continent were open-minded, and even more so within the world of the strong, where masters could do as they pleased without censure—such as indulging in male affection or similar eccentricities—

Their daily activities within the residence served not only as a cover for public eyes but primarily acted as a lookout, preventing anyone from inadvertently slipping through the secret passage into the Dark Blade's training base.

Just as the other party finished speaking, with a soft 'puff', they were instantly engulfed in a ball of blue flames, their piercing shrieks cut short the moment they began.

Not to mention Zhang Mengmeng, even Liu Xiao was the same, staring blankly ahead for a long time, completely at a loss for words.

She still remembered the first time she met him; he had been as cold as ice, chillingly bone-deep. Yet now, her body was so soft and warm, and her voice so tender and young.