Chapter 50: Fire-attribute Ability, Tier 6!

Lin Chaofeng held back his tears, his face taut as he lifted Song Mingchen’s lifeless body and left the wooden cabin. With Tang Miao’s abilities, she could have easily stopped Song Mingchen without taking his life, yet she deliberately chose to strike directly at his heart.

Perhaps Song Mingchen only meant to intimidate him and wouldn’t truly harm him?

Now Lin Chaofeng understood the implication behind Tang Miao’s actions. Her previous indulgence toward Song Mingchen had been deliberate, all part of a calculated plan—waiting for this very moment.

These grievances—

As the swordlight struck the warriors, a crisp, resonant clang echoed immediately, ringing through the air.

But since matters had already reached a point of no return, Gao Tian’s concern now shifted to how best to safeguard the resources in his hands.

Countless parents eager for their children to become writers flocked in waves, driven by this fervent enthusiasm. The shop owner watched the children and parents, each harboring dreams of authorship, and finally smiled with genuine delight.

Jing Di also felt a chill run down his spine; within mere moments, he was drenched in sweat beneath his heavy robe.

Having lived for decades, he had experienced countless dreams. Most were ordinary, fading gradually upon waking until completely forgotten. Occasionally, he retained vague fragments of the dream for a few days before they too slipped away.

In this nearly coverless battle, the 433 unit had no way to evade the sniper’s shot. They could only await Wang Hao’s attack—they had no choice but to wait! Wait for the poison zone to shift, or for their own guns to find an opening and take Wang Hao down.

At this moment, when Fujiwara no Mokou spoke, the others merely watched in silence. Wanting to speak, Sanae Kochiya glanced at the two silent gods and Reimu Hakurei, deciding to remain quiet as well.

Moreover, because of the presence of demons within the King’s Continent, scarce resources had become even more strained.

Tianwei Changge considered carefully: “The most likely scenario is that these three demon lords who emerged stopped the hurricane demon lord’s breakthrough. Afterwards, they reached an agreement to divide the Tianyuan Continent equally, cultivate their divine powers together, and ultimately jointly strive to reach the realm of Demon Emperor.”

Now, the Uyghur royal court was on the brink of collapse. Compared to Dagan and his twenty thousand troops, the Uyghurs were undoubtedly more critical. Crown Prince Ye Hu was a resolute man; in the blink of an eye, he made a decision, ordering the central army to retreat swiftly and march northward.

“Master Yu~~~ Although the three of us are not disturbed by that deathly aura, from the moment we stepped onto this spiritual path until now, a mere ten minutes have passed, yet our cultivation has decreased by at least one ten-thousandth,” Old Ni said sternly.

“Why not team up? Xiao’s about to die, and Xiu wants to monopolize the prize—no way,” Lou Anchen adjusted his collar and spoke with dissatisfaction.

Regrettably, the mighty dragon that once towered over all living beings was first struck down by a human hero wielding dragon-slaying techniques. After centuries of enduring in spirit form, it chose the wrong host—Molin—who devoured its soul, erasing it entirely from the world.

At that moment, a shadow flickered across the half-buried ground. The hulking man seated on the sofa sprang into action! With a single sweep of his large hand, he dispelled the golden spear, reducing it to nothingness.

Meanwhile, all high-ranking officials in the presidential palace fixed their gaze on the person in the operating room. If he died, the ties with the Chu Xin Group might fracture. Most terrifyingly, this young man controlled Japan’s economy; should he perish, would Prime Minister Suga face greater constraints? That remained a critical question.

Rewinding the playback, this kill was much clearer and more straightforward than the first. Du Xiaoyu seized an opportunity, leveraging his level advantage to deal lethal damage and kill Jess outright.

That said, even though they knew the nature of the move beforehand, seeing it in action for the first time was terrifying—the sheer destructive power was chilling. To inflict a staggering 2.55 million damage in a single strike was simply horrifying.

“You old fox,” Gu Yan and Gongsun Ming cursed silently. With just a few words, the matter was shifted onto others, and neither Gu Yan nor Gongsun Ming could refute the excuse. If they pinned it on Gongsun Ming upon arrival, how many would accuse the Wanjian Manor of arrogance and injustice?