Chapter Thirty-One: Enjoying the Meal, Jiang Xian Prepares to Pay

Everyone present had their eyes fixed on Jiang Xian, waiting to see if he could manage to eat the food.

He walked to the dining table, sat down, picked up his bowl, and took a large mouthful of something unrecognizable. Under the intense gaze of the crowd, he swallowed it without hesitation and began to chew slowly.

"Jiang Xian, if you can't eat it, just spit it out. You've been chewing for so long without swallowing; if you end up vomiting later, it will only be more embarrassing." Seeing that Jiang Xian was merely chewing without reaction, someone spoke up.

Li Daoxuan’s mind stirred. A vast surge of earth-attribute vital energy and spiritual power rolled forth, plunging beneath the Eight Views Palace to form a massive net. With a sudden heave, a thunderous rumble echoed as the entire palace, along with the earth beneath it, was forcibly ripped from the ground.

"What exactly happened to that dragon-turtle? Why didn't it chase us out of the valley?" Ying Wushuang leaned against a large tree, panting heavily. She looked at Mo Ming with confusion and asked. Her cultivation was inferior to the others, and the desperate flight had already exhausted most of her strength.

Her trousers were torn, revealing snow-white thighs that were striking, yet marred by several wounds so deep the bone was visible.

"You should know Mo Liuying, right? If you see her next time, give her my regards. Just tell her that the person who was once hunted by butterflies alongside her has arrived." Mo Ming did not turn back; his faint voice drifted from afar, leaving Mo Mang even more bewildered.

Qiao Lun’s body had been utterly destroyed by Yan Qing. His bones were reduced to powder, and his dantian was shattered; recovery to his former martial state was now impossible.

As for the Qi Evasion, there is little more to say. Though the distance was limited to within a hundred meters, for Zhu Xinyi, possessing this effect was equivalent to gaining three lives.

The starting bid was one hundred thousand, but just as he shouted one hundred and fifty thousand, it immediately soared to two hundred thousand. What on earth was going on? Lei Hao could not help but turn his gaze toward Qiu Youfan.

"With such ferocity, they must be elites of the Ma Xie tribe. They probably caught our scent." Yan Qing’s formidable dragon eyes had already seen everything.

One must realize these were all precious items; normally, obtaining them would be impossible. It was only at a time like this that they could be found.

Where there were villages, there were naturally living beings. What surprised Qian Daiwushuang was that the inhabitants of the village were all ordinary mortals. A farmer carrying a hoe tried to dodge as the carriage approached, only to collide with a stone stele, causing blood to flow from his nose and mouth.

In reality, they were the same things, but because they were in different environments, their rules of use had shifted. It varied from person to person, yet they remained universally applicable.

"Uncle, I’ve run into a bit of trouble on my end..." Ye Yangjian pursed his lips and gathered his thoughts.

London’s Chinatown had grown to such a scale that it was no longer referred to as Chinatown; the entire United Kingdom now called it "Chinatown," a testament to its current magnitude.

Suddenly, in the vast Milky Way, a violent sandstorm swept through, turning the void into a dark, chaotic blur. They flew through the sea of clouds, lost as to their destination.

The hundred or so men swarmed forward instantly. Two masters at the eighth level of the Martial Soul Realm followed Di Hong's orders to surround Di Lan. In Di Hong's view, even if Di Lan were stronger than him, his cultivation was still only at the eighth level of the Martial Soul Realm. With two against one, he was certain they could cut him down.

To put it bluntly, Chen Bin was there to do the dirty work. Even if they caught Yang Fan and his gang, his name wouldn't appear on the list of merits; at most, the branch office might get a mention.

A small portion of the flying demonic beasts remained in Green Forest County, while the rest—the flood dragons, snow geese, and other flying beasts—were to be ridden by Xie Jinhua to return and rendezvous with the southward-migrating army led by Di Xiaoyun.

Qin Fangzheng suddenly realized that the dead-end trap he had meticulously planned had long been seen through by Lin Jinxiong. This was clearly a trap set for him in return, and he bowed his head in despair.

"I’m sorry. I was reckless before, too eager to establish my authority and ignored your feelings. Ms. Zhang, I retract my previous words. Actually, I can tell... you are naturally beautiful!" Ye Yangjian apologized, though the apology carried an ambiguous tone.