Chapter 35

"Two people just entered unit three, and shortly after, the sound of a door being smashed echoed out. It must be the practitioners." The situation was stated in the most concise language.

Xiao Zhizhong stood frozen on the spot, at a loss for words. Deciding not to let the man’s arrogance go unchecked—lest it spiral out of control—Chen Wanrong kept a stern face, pointedly ignoring Xiao Zhizhong’s dejected expression as he strode past him.

Xia Hanqiu’s back was soaked with sweat, but compared to Duan Ziyi, who looked as if he had been pulled from the water, she barely noticed her own discomfort; heartbreak consumed her every thought.

Logically, given Elder Xu’s physical condition, he should only need one replenishment of life energy, followed by a period of recuperation.

Ye Fan reached out and felt the air in front of him. There was indeed something blocking his path, yet his eyes could see nothing at all.

Ye Tianyun’s train of thought was interrupted by the shout, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of irritation. Having finally grasped a thread of inspiration, it was now scattered to the winds, forcing him to start his research all over again. He took a deep breath, only then realizing he was in the back mountains rather than his own room, which helped him calm his temper.

Zhang Yasong was far more composed. Because he frequently kept in touch with Zhang Yaming, he was able to offer his own opinions regarding the matters on the island.

The results were quite good; after a day, they had finally begun to grasp the basics. By the third day, they were able to assist. Expecting them to be like graduates of a chemical engineering school was unrealistic, but Chen Wanrong was satisfied with their progress in such a short time.

Struck by this sudden exposure to sunlight, the ice covering the airplane began to melt and gradually dissipate.

The two leaped off their horses and raced toward Hua Ruxu. Upon seeing her covered in blood, they nearly burst into tears.

Some things are indeed like this: the higher the level, the greater the complexity of the power struggle. It is by no means as simple as being dissatisfied and killing the other party to settle the matter.

The onlookers scattered in a flurry, and it was at this moment that Ye Fei emerged from the side entrance of the office area.

Jiang Yun met with the Moon Goddess once more, who had just finished off the Corpse Demon Young Emperor, the Skeleton Young Emperor, and the Evil Spirit Young Emperor.

The massive, century-sealed gate slowly creaked open, and a ray of golden light shone from within, resembling the radiance of a great treasure. Qin Yang watched with bated breath—what earth-shattering treasures lay hidden in the tomb of a past monarch?

Heiji was caught off guard by the tea he had just sipped and spat it all over the conference table. Mammon frowned in disgust and dodged, though a few droplets still landed on her. Choking violently, Heiji coughed incessantly until he finally stopped gulping down his tea.

Ji Ya remained behind for two reasons. The first was Huangfu Yan; his Seven-Colored Divine Arrow was truly extraordinary. After taking one of his strikes head-on, she felt it would be of great help to her cultivation of the Tyrant Dragon Sword Technique. The technique itself embodied the spirit that "in a narrow pass, the brave shall prevail," so she intended to find another opportunity to challenge his Seven-Colored Divine Arrow.

After Qin Yang emerged, he had the Mountain and River Baby untie the Dragon-Binding Rope, and the baby immediately realized that Hong Jiuyou had awakened.

Death was acceptable. Charging into the imperial palace and slaughtering everyone who had even the slightest connection to An Botian’s death was also an option.

When the Three-Eyed Demon General reached a distance of three meters from Lin Yi, a wide, heavy sword suddenly appeared in Lin Yi’s hand. With a flash of black shadow, he easily sliced off the demon general’s massive head with a single stroke.

Princess Biting exclaimed in shock, staring at Jiang Yun with immense excitement. She had thought him dead, yet he had reappeared, shaking the heavens the moment he emerged.

Upon hearing this, Lihuo felt it made sense and furrowed his heavy brows. For a moment, all arguments and evidence seemed futile, as neither side appeared to be lying.

Roar... A low, intermittent growling echoed, and the brush and weeds were trampled flat. Even a fool could tell it was a gargantuan beast.

Huo Yan’s words were clearly tinged with reproach. Although his strength was inferior to Lin Ye’s, he was of an age where he had long since seen through life and death; he felt that even if he were to fall here today, it would be of little consequence.

Mu Qingxuan spoke up, showing no sign of changing the agenda of the Council of Elders, while Hua Yingluo provided a brief report on her responsibilities, noting nothing out of the ordinary.

However, this was not the strangest part; her existence was invisible to everyone except Xin Yan.

Her breathing was long and steady, her heartbeat strong and powerful, and her bones and internal organs were no different from a normal person’s. There was no danger to her life whatsoever, yet her entire body, like her face, was deathly pale, possessing a luster as cold as moonlight.

Dozens of Sword Sovereigns attacked simultaneously; such offensive power was immense. Even someone like Chen Tu would not dare to take it head-on, let alone Gu Qing.

As Chen Xuan integrated the four types of star power, the star power seed within his spiritual sea condensed once more.

He watched as the twenty-seven white lights on the Star Measurement Disk flickered, until finally, seven lights in the third row extinguished, leaving only twenty glowing.

But from that single, light touch just a moment ago, Zhao Long understood that the Jun Lan before him was a supreme powerhouse—even the old monsters of the Azure Dragon Hall might not be her match.

"Sigh, I just hope the person behind this corpse isn't the same group as the one behind the spirit energy," Han Miaoshuang sighed.

Tang Yu’s expression softened slightly, but a moment later, a dark shadow surfaced in his deep eyes.

Inexplicably, the way Lin Xiu looked at Chaos became very strange. The Five Emperors were different from the Five Clans; the clans were third-tier deities, and above them were the Sovereigns. The Five Emperors, however, were mortal monarchs. If it were a contest of longevity, Lin Xiu would bet on the Flame Emperor without a second thought.

Seeing that only one hundred soldiers remained at the hundred-meter mark by the wall, the Chieftain Liu asked if the pirates wanted to attack, but the pirates had been thoroughly terrified and lacked the courage to venture out. Thus, as the fifty men returned with short ladders, the two sides remained in a standoff.