Volume 1, Chapter 27: You Are the Only Woman I Have!

Young Master Sky-Fox was momentarily stunned; it was only after hearing the furious roars of Qiu Hua and Hu Mo that he snapped back to reality. Yet, in his panic, he bolted in the wrong direction, charging straight toward Han Lang.

It was said that throughout their journey, they had never encountered a single worthy opponent. Now, facing this group, the leader’s proficiency with cold weapons was truly exceptional.

Chen Luo was already level fifty, placing him within the top thirty of the rankings. Clearly, those ahead of him were of even higher levels, most having been specifically cultivated by their guilds for this very moment.

Cheng Yitian wanted to say, "Oh, no," but his heart wouldn't harden; he couldn't bring himself to shake off her hand. His feet, however, moved forward involuntarily.

Dark mists coiled slowly within the space. These were not the true Dark Erosion Mists, but mere remnants left behind. Lacking the potency of the original, they possessed only a fraction of that residual power. They would slowly erode the planets and rocks, and one day, like a seed, they would sprout and grow, restoring themselves into the true Dark Erosion Mist.

The three cities—World-Ending City, Wild Dance City, and Lone Star City—were each assigned to a person. They fought until the sky darkened, the earth bled, and the players wailed in despair. Scenes of this carnage were promptly uploaded to the game forum, shocking the Underworld players with Chen Luo’s strength.

No one had expected the Japanese army to deploy not only Gatling guns but also artillery on the main peak’s defense line. It was clear how much importance they placed on the Hot Spring Ridge, having hauled a significant portion of their heavy weaponry up the mountain.

At the restaurant, they bought out all the meat in stock. Beef and mutton went without saying—over a hundred pounds in total—and they even cleared out the wild game. The people of the Snow Kingdom were relatively poor, so such extravagant spending was rare. Once these people finished their purchases, the entire street of Snow Kingdom residents was left in shock.

It had been a long time since I touched a gun, but as I held it now, I felt a strange sense of familiarity.

Such coordination is no easy feat. Beyond a profound understanding of the Divine Runes themselves, the mutual synergy and control of power must reach an extremely high level.

Chang Bao’er was deeply saddened; he felt he had failed his master. Having left the mountain and his master’s side, he never expected to lose the sword his master had bestowed upon him here.

Earlier, I heard Lady Zhong speaking of Shui’er’s situation, and I had been wondering why Miss Lian’er was not Shui’er. Now that Murong Yingxue mentioned the same matter, Murong Feng remained thoroughly confused.

Looking at these blue bricks and black tiles, every blade of grass and every tree, the memories of two years ago suddenly flashed before my eyes. After all, how could the past ever truly vanish like smoke?

The youth in white departed, his presence as austere and chilling as the sword aura he brought with him. A friend? A soulmate from the depths of one’s heart? Or perhaps just a blurred silhouette in a memory—two children, two swords, and two garments of different colors.

Yang Jian turned his head and discovered a sniper lying prone not far away, fully focused. If he was not mistaken, this was the marksman he had been searching for.

Having hovered between life and death for this past month, he felt the surging pale-white primordial energy within his body, filling him with wild joy. Feeling the increasingly powerful energy, he knew he was one step closer to his goal.

"Actually, I just wanted to..." As he spoke, Yang Jian, with lightning speed, pinched Zhen Ruo’s cheek. Just as her katana was about to strike him, Yang Jian suddenly vanished.

"Two junior brothers, did you take the wrong medicine today? Or are you here to deliver your tokens to us? Ha-ha!" As the laughter died down, the dozen or so men roared even louder, looking at them both with contempt.

"Very well, Jin’er, we shall do as you say. Furthermore, everyone present today must keep this secret for Zhong Jin and the Zhong family. No one is to breathe a word of it," Lady Zhong said, before casting a glance at Lian Qiao.

Fortunately, Father had sent someone to wake me early this morning, saying that I might be able to find the invitation and that I should go ahead to scout the path.

The pockmarked-faced man looked over, wanting to say something more, but a moment later, he was dragged back by his master.

Xu Qi was observing the monk’s behavior amidst the six desires when his soul sense stirred slightly, receiving a message sent by the youth.

The Tree Clan still held a certain level of authority in the eyes of these people. Although the head of the Jing Clan had left, he had already made up his mind: if the other party dared to come, he would definitely capture the culprit this time. If it had anything to do with the Ding Clan, they need not blame his Jing Clan for turning against them.

Ye Bai drew his sword—a most ordinary blade. The steel was as clear as water, carrying a chilly aura beneath the moonlight. Ye Bai used a dagger to reopen the wound, letting the fresh blood drip onto the blade.

Originally, the Ghost Kingdom was far from the Central Plains, separated by thousands of miles of ocean. To invade, they could only travel by ship. This meant that provisions and equipment had to be transported over a long distance, which was undoubtedly time-consuming and labor-intensive—a case of "distant water failing to quench a near thirst."

And clearly, the most refined nourishment for that Rat-Python Spider was to be found deep within the fourth zone.

The giant purple bird looked incredibly majestic, and its body was immense! When it spread its wings, it looked like a cloud of purple. Surrounding it, lightning crackled incessantly, with bolts of thunder circling it like special effects.