Volume 1, Chapter 21: There Is a Mole, Abort the Transaction

“Formation?” Lu Ning’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he made no move. Although the power of the formation was formidable, it had little effect on him. These six individuals did not understand the strength of his worldly body.

The figure inside the room shivered at the arrival of the others. Slowly, he turned around. Seeing the varied expressions on their faces, a twitch crossed his lips, and a faint smile appeared.

Boundless magical energy roared forth from the mouth of the Nine-Spirit Primordial Saint, as if shaking the heavens themselves. The surrounding Heavenly Generals were stunned by the deafening roar, yet they still tightly encircled the Nine-Spirit Primordial Saint, preventing him from making a move.

This garment appeared quite ordinary, resembling a common long dress with no unusual features—yet it was also a magical treasure?

Like Xue Chong’s cavalry brigade, the 211th Division’s First Battalion had fought the Ninth Meng Corps in Huashan Commandery. Among the Twenty-Second Corps, they were relatively experienced troops. Encountering Meng’s forces mid-route would not cause them to panic; with comparable strength, they could hold their own.

Most importantly, the Merit Stele. Fu Yang walked to the front center of the main hall, where a one-zhang-tall stone tablet stood upright.

Over thirty people gathered their energy, forming an energy shield in midair that enveloped the entire ship. The wind blades struck with a thunderous roar.

Just as Bai Xuefei prepared to charge forward, a strong hand firmly grabbed her. Wang Yibing sidestepped and blocked her path, delivering two heavy slaps. Two burly men, each weighing over two hundred pounds, were knocked to the ground by his blows.

However, it was clear that the words of the elf Fenwei had great effect on Arthur. After hearing the reasoning, he turned his gaze to Lancelot.

But fearing that speaking out would lead to the elder sister being beaten as soon as they left, they forcefully held back. Yet no one paid attention to Aunt Liu; she shrugged off his disgusting hand, and the two brothers strode away.

This was a low wooden house. Compared to the haphazardly built thatched huts nearby, the entirely wooden structure was certainly much more refined.

Logically speaking, given the player’s strength, single-handedly killing the Cockroach King was simply impossible. Even with its over eight hundred defense, it was not something an ordinary person could penetrate.