Volume 1, Chapter 43: Farewell

Just as the thought crossed his mind and he attempted to act upon it, the extremely thin chains wrapped around his body instantly thickened, growing as thick as an adult's arm.

Rona did not look like she was joking, so she definitely had the motive and reason to leave this place.

Furthermore, the crack had appeared silently without the slightest sound, exuding a chilling and eerie aura.

With that, Yue Shanjian put his hands behind his back, leaned forward, and brought his face close to Lan Zijian, wanting to closely examine Lan Zijian's current expression.

Rescue the Holy King? Simon subconsciously touched the tattoo on his chest, recalling his conversation with the Holy King.

Through the desperate protection of several bodyguards, Tang Dachong managed to escape that bloody massacre with his life and carried away the newborn Tang Xintian.

"Rolia was originally Kieran's territory, and we are merely preparing to dispatch troops to reclaim it," Els explained coldly.

That god-of-war-like giant beast, and Nian's soul-stirring gaze, lingered persistently in Heath's mind. Everything felt so unbelievable—could he have truly witnessed a ghost?

"Off to collect a debt!" Xiao Yu said with a slight twitch of the corner of his mouth, picking up Stein's head and preparing to leave.

Earlier in the dim light, Wu Yingying and Jingyi had just rushed up the slope near Wan Miao's position when she suddenly saw a dark shadow emerge from the side of a pitch-black rock on the slope several hundred meters ahead.

Moreover, through these experiences, they had fully felt Patrick's extraordinary power; the handguns they relied on for defense were mere toys to him.

As time passed, the crowd in front of the City Lord's Mansion grew larger and larger, and the ceaseless clamor made it sound like a bustling vegetable market.

Tianci knew this corresponded to the Dharma bell outside the temple, allowing the practitioners of Tibetan Buddhism to stay informed of everything happening outside. Next came a total of sixteen single-sided folding doors, all of which were now wide open—Tianci knew this was the utmost display of hospitality toward guests. Following that, Tianci looked deep into the main hall.

When Niesha rushed in, a pale flash of lightning streaked across the sky, casting an even more paper-white pallor over the person on the bed. Large patches of blood bloomed like maple leaves across the bedsheets, making this night appear even more eerie and terrifying.

Inside the plastic case, a double-edged longsword and its scabbard were securely fastened, placed horizontally right in the middle of the case.

Before they could even react, they heard a loud crash as the heavy door of the cave they were in was abruptly yanked open, and a dozen men in black headscarves brandishing firearms swarmed straight in.

"Fine, take it out, and I will show it to them," Sun Wukong thought to himself. This was a good way to secure the item; whenever he encountered demons in the future, he could first let his master take a look before killing them—it was simply tailor-made for him.

"Erik, it's been so many years, do you still not understand me? You have your views, and I have my ideas. I cannot change you, but neither can you persuade me," Professor X said.

When Chu Cuicheng uttered these words, his gaze never left the opened case files, and his tone remained calm and unruffled, leaving one guessing as to what he was thinking.

Even the large black claw inside the iron box and the river of blood congealed in the sky did not dare to act rashly, as if they too sensed the impending crisis.

"There is actually a grotto-heaven? We've been here for so long and never noticed one," Liu Yuntian laughed in wild delight, his enthusiasm for treasure hunting instantly ignited.

With the shout echoing away, Yang Fan's aura surged violently and rapidly. His entire body was enveloped in a brilliant blue light, and in an instant, his aura broke through the Five-Star Martial Sovereign realm, reaching the level of a Six-Star Martial Sovereign. Waves of energy surged overwhelmingly, causing the space within a radius of a thousand feet to vibrate intensely.

"So terrified? It seems the disciples of the Soul-Breaking Valley only know how to bully others by relying on their power and preying on the weak," Liu Yunfeng sneered dismissively. Without further ado, he abruptly burst forward.

Second Elder Blair's face looked as though it had been frozen solid, remaining entirely silent. The atmosphere turned eerily bizarre.

Wuhenzi and Fengchen exchanged a look of utter astonishment, each seeing the profound shock mirrored in the other's eyes.

A low drumbeat sounded, and as the sound waves rippled outward, Yu Wanqing felt as though a peal of thunder had erupted out of nowhere within her sea of consciousness. Endless sword qi transformed into a raging tempest, while the phantoms of myriad demons roared and charged out, wreaking wild havoc within her body.

The two separated. Ouyang Yan looked at her, gently wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes, and offered a soft smile.

"Just like when we came, we cannot let others see that we are in a rush on our journey," Fan explained.

Through Ouyang Yan's eyes, circles of faint flames morphed into a seven-colored halo of light, completely enveloping the entire Meng residence.

After the span of a cup of tea, someone returned to reality from their drifting thoughts. Looking at the scene of corpses strewn all about, they could not help but shed bitter tears, unconsciously lowering the weapon in their hand.

Hou Xuan knew that everything Huoshan said was the absolute truth. Lin Ying was indeed somewhat difficult to deal with, but Lin Ying's attitude had been made crystal clear—to put it bluntly, he was here to seize the island. Yet Hou Xuan was reluctant to relinquish the power in his hands, and since he could neither kill Lin Ying nor necessarily defeat him in a fight... what should he do?

Fang Li naturally felt embarrassed to admit that his entire outfit was stolen goods acquired along the way, so he offered an awkward, sheepish smile, neither admitting nor denying it.

The cult members already knew what kind of person he was, but Yu Fan and Nangong Changyun did not. Seeing him eating voraciously and recklessly, completely lost in himself, they felt a surge of rising fury, wishing only to obliterate him utterly and leave not a trace of him in this world.

"Commander Eighth Route, my brothers here have long wished to join the Eighth Route Army. They come from impoverished peasant families and were press-ganged into military service by force. Aside from the dozen or so wounded brothers who must stay behind, please take all the rest with you," He Zhongliang pleaded earnestly.

"Everyone, do not run around. Pay attention to order and do not hurt anyone. We are all friendly forces, so avoid friendly fire," Anqi Ye's gentle and caring voice rang out through the external microphone.

As time passed, Ma Ziha and Liang Xiong from the wasteland gathering place, Jing Zhaopei from Laiyang, Ning Gousi and Su Yuxuan from Hangzhou, and Ding Shuang and Meng Nana from Ningbo all arrived, with the sole exception of White Cloud City.

Zhang Tian said no more. He merely walked slowly toward the Sikong family clan. At this moment, the Map of Mountains and Rivers had been withdrawn from the battlefield, and instead, it covered the entire magical metropolis, enclosing the imperial city within its domain as well.