Chapter 42 Casual Chatting

Even the sun elves Ouyang Xiaoxiao encountered on the Elf Island possessed a somewhat bellicose nature deep in their bones, but the light elves gave off an impression of utter gentleness.

As they spoke, the teleportation array began to emit specks of white light, and Tang Hao within it became ethereal, shifting into a vague phantom.

In that very instant, more than half of those figures in black had already lost their lives! "Kill them! Leave no survivors!" a supreme-tier nine powerhouse said in a deep voice.

Lin Tian's words left every single divine lord—except for the man in green robes and Qingming—dumbstruck! "Ten thousand years? How could it possibly be ten thousand years?" a divine lord roared.

As the sun slanted toward the west, Su Jin ordered camp to be set in a mountain hollow three miles from the exit of the valley. In the middle of the night, the sound of hoofbeats shattered the stillness, and over a dozen horsemen galloped up. The on-duty soldiers hurried forward to inspect them, and it proved to be Zhao Hu returning with a message.

Left with no alternative, I could only sit cross-legged in meditation, for only thus could I resist the ghost-like wailing and howling. The sole comfort was that my thoughts remained undisturbed by the unearthly din; my mind stayed clear, spinning rapidly as I racked my brain for a way to escape this Ten Directions Ghost Formation.

I know not how much time had passed when Tang Hao abruptly ceased his circulation of true Qi. Opening his eyes, a brilliant beam of light shot forth, piercing straight into the night sky.

Mo Yaochen rose and paced around the office, his gaze suddenly locking onto the safe beneath the desk.

Xiao Yiyun felt a secret shudder of alarm, imagining how tragic the fate of these people would be if he had not returned within a few days. Should the entire realm of cultivation on Earth perish by then, lacking the deterrence of supreme powers, all the descendants of the Divine Land would be reduced to the destiny of slaves.

The Four Great Heavenly Venerables naturally perceived matters far more clearly than ordinary people, seeing at a glance that Xintian's points had skyrocketed precisely because the beasts, magical beasts, and puppets under his control were engaged in massive slaughter.

"Young master, the mistress specially made this winter melon, Job's tears, and old duck soup for you today. It was a bit troublesome, but now that I know how to make it, I'll be boiling it for you often from now on," Alice said as she ladled soup for Mu Zifei.

"Teacher Zifei, I did this simply because I didn't want you to show any favoritism toward Vardon on my account. I truly had no intention of keeping anything from you," Gaia forced an explanation.

Even an ordinary person with the best of tempers could not endure such remarks, let alone Dongzi in his current state.

"The prerequisite is that you must recapture Crab King City and prevent them from standing right between us and Anglerfish City, leaving us vulnerable to attacks from both front and rear. That is a cardinal taboo in military strategy," I said with a frown.

"Just a green-eyed zombie," Zhang Tian said indifferently, drawing the Exorcism Sword from his back and walking toward Shi Huanjun.

The battle armor appeared sturdy to the extreme, yet it was remarkably soft and fit closely against the body. Moreover, because its material was the relatively rare earth-tier substance known as "flowing silver," the armor possessed a certain degree of deformability, allowing its appearance to be slightly altered according to the wearer's will, with a flexibility and pliability rivalling ordinary botanical armor.

Dull aches throbbed across many parts of his body, and with every passing second, the pain seemed to intensify by another fraction.

Lin Feng roughly scanned the contents recorded on the golden sheet of paper, committing many key points and brilliant insights to memory, and then sat cross-legged within the pool of water. It was time to absorb the destiny energy contested and seized by the Vault of Heaven here.

Owing to the disparity in their strength, whenever Raffy spoke thus, they were utterly helpless and could only fall silent.

"Brother Yuanchao? What brings you here?" Upon reaching the destination and knocking on the door, it opened a moment later. Gu Jie looked exceedingly surprised to see Song Yuanchao standing at the threshold.

The spot where the thief landed after scaling the wall happened to be the family's vegetable patch. Jumping down, the thief directly crushed a large patch of vegetable seedlings that had just grown two leaves, trailing soil from the garden all the way inside.

"No help for it. Since we took Ge Tongjie's money, we naturally have to help him out. Well, we've already done plenty of things acting as accomplices to a tyrant, so one more doesn't matter," said one of the bodyguards.

Until now, everyone on the entire farm, except for Gao Xia, believed that Liang Zhichao and Liang Zhiqiang were born by Su Shu.

Wei He on the right turned around, gazing at the carriage that was about to catch fire. Without a second thought, he moved to rescue the person trapped inside, but the moment he took a step, a black figure flew out from the carriage.

Had Zhao泠 not hailed from another world and possessed an acute sensitivity to the live-streaming industry, she would never have guessed this angle on the spur of the moment.

This affection, which had failed to be voiced, ultimately drifted away with the departure of that youth.

In a flash, she thought of that child who went to the Heaven Dou Empire to act as an undercover agent. To her, that child was the greatest shame of her life, as well as her deepest lifelong agony.

How much money he gave to Yang Ye's brother-in-law was known only to himself. Liao Dapan had considered himself quite greedy, but upon encountering Yang Ye's brother-in-law, he realized that there were plenty of people in the world with an appetite far larger than his.

As a member of the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul lineage, Tang Ri Di possessed a formidable physique, having already reached the Soul Sage realm with prospects for becoming a Soul Douro in the future. It was simply a pity that they chose the wrong time to enter the Sunset Forest, and furthermore, greedily waited to scavenge leftovers in the hope that the two opponents would perish together.

Almost as his disdainful words fell, the Future Son struck out with a single finger, unleashing peerless might that collided directly with the giant sword formed by Sima Xiaoyao's destiny energy.

As he spoke, he kept gesturing, occasionally brushing against parts of Zhang Yi's body that aroused his envy, causing Zhang Yi to secretly lament that those hands were not his own.

Young Master Bai stopped contending with Tian Mo, sensing his surroundings. It seemed he really hadn't discovered anything unusual. Strange—a table, a set of chairs; was there a story here?

I could understand sign language to some extent, but the proprietary sign language used by tomb-raiding factions was entirely beyond me. Perhaps amnesia had temporarily caused me to lose that skill.

This was a private room; considering that Ye Xiyao was a well-known figure, the hospital had specially arranged this single-occupancy ward for her.

Hiding in the soft, plush bed, Xiang Yu stared blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought. Following this incident, the suspicions of the elder lurking behind the Azure Wolf toward him would surely be greatly diminished, but a new problem had arisen.

Indeed, on the evening of the third day, she even managed to carve out some time to go to a bar with Li Changlin for a few drinks.