Volume 1, Chapter 30: The Power to Control Gods vs. Dual Cultivation of Man and God!

At this moment, Sun Ce’s face was covered in black, vein-like markings. His body, which had been cleaved into three pieces, had already mended as if nothing had happened, though the tattered black robe, ruined by the sword strikes, served as evidence that the previous assault had indeed wounded him. His hands gripped the Three-Five Sword of Male and Female Evil-Slaying tightly. The demon-slaying power within the blade was being suppressed, as if it had encountered its natural predator. Seeing this, Zhang Daoling’s expression shifted violently, his lips trembling as he spoke.

Reflecting on this, Bei Jiajie felt a sense of relief and a surge of courage; he was no longer worried that the elder Bei would take action against him, unless the old man wished for the Bei bloodline to end. Meanwhile, the other young women were uniformly dressed in a perfect combination of skirts and silk stockings—some pure and adorable, some minimalist and understated, others vibrant with youthful energy—a dazzling display that made one’s eyes wander.

These antelopes were passive monsters, but they possessed linked hatred. Judging by their movement speed, they could not catch me since I had activated Dragon Steps and Tiger Strides. Even if they did catch up, it mattered little; their attack power, capped at only 30,000, could not break my defense.

The two stopped in front of a coffee shop. Qiqi tilted her head to look at the storefront, finding the decor quite unique, with a heavy industrial aesthetic that set it apart. There was no response from the opposite bank, perhaps because they could not hear or because the intensity of the battle left no time for a reply. Both princes’ eyes flashed with the same thought: they would seize the most land and become the true sovereign.

By now, the giant carp that had been hiding at the bottom of the Earth Heart Pool had been stirred up. Those frantic and bewildered fish began to thrash about, colliding violently within the vortex. Several times, they slammed into me with the force of a hammer striking my back, nearly knocking the breath out of me.

Everything had reached its most critical moment. If the energy cluster could only finish off Ye Shitian, they would obtain what they desired. In truth, the ground troops had already sensed something, but they had no way to report it and dared not raise an alarm for fear of alerting the enemy. By the time they reported it to Yuan Shi, it was too late, and by the time Yuan Shi could inform Que Ning, the massive water formation had already been deployed.

The First Prince mused that, after all, this man was one of Qiu Ya’s people; dragging him to his own side immediately might not be appropriate. It would be better to place him near Qiu Shuang to temper his spirit first. Once he could no longer bear it, wouldn’t offering him an olive branch then ensure his greater loyalty?

"No, we must take the route with the most ogres and defeat them one by one," Tang Cheng firmly rejected Kana’s suggestion. Of course, Tang Cheng had his own selfish reasons for doing so; who would willingly leave behind gold and experience points?

The middle-aged man lay on the ground, vomiting blood. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to stand, fixing a venomous glare on Nie Chen. He snarled, his face flushing a deep red before he coughed up more blood mixed with visceral fragments, finally collapsing once more, unable to hold on.

Thinking of this, Xu Furong could not help but feel utterly ashamed and annoyed; after all, it was certainly not the first time Qin Tian had taken advantage of her.

"Alright! Then throw this away!" Ling Moxuan said with naive joy, tossing the newspaper high into the air.

Just then, a waiter brought the dishes. Although they were all things Yan Yue loved, and despite the fact that she was already famished, she found she had no appetite as she faced the feast.

The statue of Xiuyuan watched all of this. From the corners of its eyes, something clear seemed to flow, dripping down onto the lotus flower beneath the statue. Overnight, the bud bloomed into full splendor.

Tang Cheng suddenly stopped and spun around, swinging his sword in a dragging strike. This technique was simple; in previous games, Tang Cheng had always been the one being hunted. Back when he lacked the funds to power himself up into a high-level player, being hunted was a common occurrence, and the "dragging blade" technique—a skill that required no teaching—was something he had mastered thoroughly.