Volume 1, Chapter 49: Just Like the Past

After exiting the examination hall, Shen Qingdai did not leave immediately, but quietly waited for Miss Qi to finish painting.

Amidst such blurring, almost by instinct, Ye Che unconsciously entered that state—the state he was in when looking at that painting, where he himself became a sword, possessed of acupoints and spiritual meridians.

It had to be said that people standing on different sides could never understand the eccentric behaviors of others. Since winning or losing amounted to the exact same salt pans anyway, Xu Haoning couldn't be bothered to vie for any sort of reputation; he neither liked fame nor lacked it.

This was a scene drenched in blood: a fierce beast several times larger than the one within Li Yunchen's body, a man of majestic and heroic bearing, and a sky full of crimson light—everything appeared utterly tragic.

Just as the Nine-Destruction Ghost King had said, if the Blood Spirit Cauldron were to be used by Xu Qi in front of others, it would only invite disaster for him. Unless he attained a realm high enough that others, no matter how intensely they detested him, would not dare to make a move, he could never afford to bring out and use this Blood Spirit Cauldron.

Yin Ersan hurriedly raised his blade to block. Although Lin Tianxuan's sword Qi was parried, it still pierced into Yin Ersan's abdomen, and with an instant retraction, the long sword emerged flashing with a chilling gleam.

No wonder that earlier, upon approaching Raging Surge Island, Xiao Nuo had sensed an overwhelming restriction against flight washing over him, which had nearly pulled him straight down off his flying sword.

Leng Qiuyi's expression turned solemn, completely devoid of her previous disdain. Amidst her astonishment, the arena began to shatter once more, spawning countless fissures as a surging momentum swept outward.

The heavenly tribulation had not stopped; it continued relentlessly. Divine lightning battered the Sun God Palace until it was left in ruins. This impregnable palace was now ravaged beyond recognition, the greater part of it reduced to charred cinders.

Before the corpse hound could react further, a bullet slammed precisely into the center of its forehead. Yet the projectile, fired by the immensely powerful Silver Storm, failed to pierce its skull, embedding itself instead within the bone.

Ling Xiao waved a hand to gather up the arrows here, noting in the process that none of these people's spatial rings could be found. There must be another chamber further ahead; for now, the priority was to figure out how to find a way out of this place.

Suddenly, a burst of singing drifted over, captivating the others and causing them to involuntarily prick up their ears to listen, perfectly complemented by the natural scenery around them.

What a heavily acquired taste this damn thing was; he had originally thought Jiang Ziya of the King's Canyon would be quite normal, but he never expected him to be an out-and-out homosexual.

What Ningxue and Ningyue found an utter waste was that Sister Chengyun had actually rented out the entire teahouse.

"Hehe, come to think of it, I haven't played this game in ages. I wonder if anyone still comes around to steal underwear." Mu Xun let out a lewd chuckle, and his figure instantly vanished from the room.

Ye Mu moved the stone aside and opened the iron well cover to find the cellar pitch-black within, reeking of a foul, putrid stench reminiscent of rotting flesh.

Hearing this, a trace of astonishment flickered across Ji Lengxue's face. He stared blankly at Yun Yan—did she already know?

Following those gentle movements, Yun Yan's heart grew increasingly tranquil. Such an expression of utter focus on the face of the man in the mirror was a rare sight indeed. Each stroke seemed imbued with all the emotions he held at that moment; for reasons unknown, a thought spontaneously arose in her heart: how she wished, how she truly wished to linger in this exact moment forever.

Hearing these words, Mu Yangtian's expression froze. He glanced sideways at Mu Xuening, furrowed his brows, and then looked toward the two figures approaching below.

Su Junhua had no way to explain the entire sequence of events from beginning to end. For now, he belonged to a mysterious medical faction.

Therefore, when the majority of players approaching level thirty were forced to expand their exploration radius due to issues with leveling zones, a wild boss with a boss template was finally discovered by the players.