Chapter 49: The Kill, Comprehending a New Skill [Frenzied Scratch]

Su Bai felt a wave of nausea churning in her stomach, barely managing to suppress the urge to vomit. Such naked betrayal of human nature and bloody slaughter still sent a deep chill through her.

Tianba let out a low growl at Su Bai's feet, seemingly sensing its master's emotional fluctuation.

The giant monster chewed greedily, blood and shredded flesh dripping from the corners of its mouth.

Meanwhile, Liu Tian kept running wildly without looking back.

Just as Liu Tian thought he was about to escape the data-woven expanse of the giant timber forest...

He wanted to see what kind of transformation this serpent king would undergo; as for the other snakes, Cheng Chen couldn't be bothered to care for now.

"I wonder which idiot said that uncastrated pork doesn't taste good. Whoever said that definitely doesn't know how to cook," Wang Xuan said with utter disdain, looking at the large basin of braised pork on the table.

The few of them exchanged helpless glances. Oh well, there really wasn't any danger to speak of, but was that Innate Purple Gourd reliable at all?

As soon as he approached his second uncle's courtyard, Jiang Yun's throat began to swallow continuously as saliva pooled in his mouth. Taking a few large strides into the courtyard, he swept his gaze around and thought: Well, well! Quite lively, aren't they? Bloody hell, they've all come here to freeload.

With those words, Jiang Qingqing gave a flick of her hand, and the spiritual soul figure of the Golden Carp materialized in the blink of an eye, causing Village Chief Wang and the other person to immediately step back in terror.

Neither of them realized how exceedingly rare such an opportunity was in this world—something exceptionally difficult to come by through ordinary cultivation or fusion.

"Thank you," Su Qiqiao said, her face filled with gratitude. She had lost count of how many times Zhao Ping had helped her. Although Mother Wang was fierce, her third son, Zhao Ping, was gentle-natured toward everyone, especially toward her.

"What, you think this isn't money? You dead woman, always playing the good guy. Go cook your meal and stop meddling in other people's business," the boss roared at the proprietress, his expression fierce and overbearing.

Two and a half frozen crucian carp, a few slices of bread, a jar of homemade red sauce, and a number of bottles of Red Label vodka—this was the entire food reserve in this room.

Among the many elders of the monastery, only two had cultivation levels exceeding the first tier of the Condensed Dan Realm.

Glancing at Li Mu, Xiang Feiyan spoke nervously. She knew the latter's situation quite well; among their Earth Immortal-tier disciples, none of them had any confidence in entering the top hundred, not even Chu Xiaoxiang, who possessed the highest cultivation level.

Without needing Hope to do anything, the Knights of the Round Table behind her would slaughter any enemies plotting against the Holy Carriage.

After the arrogant nation forcefully occupied the island nation, and following Li Qingchen's utter devastation of various military bases there with a single word of annihilation, they hurriedly surrendered. Only after they compensated the new nation with all kinds of infrastructural facilities within their territory did they finally earn Li Qingchen's forgiveness.

Qingci assumed she had guessed the truth; after all, anyone daring to target Wen Nanbai so openly could only be doing so because he was a half-demon.

The knuckle bones of that man had pierced right through his skin, brutally protruding into the open, with a few droplets of fresh, bloody red still hanging from the sharp white bone.

Abruptly, Ye Yun and Zhao Tuo stomped down onto the battle ring simultaneously, and the entire surface of the ring instantly shattered under their joint impact.

Because the gaze of Kyuri Sai had swept across Baili Yuan's backside more than five times.

This afternoon, there was only a class-internal theoretical lesson and a class meeting, taught by substitute homeroom teacher Song Jianzhang. It was mainly to introduce the school's situation and various essential notices, as well as to provide basic theoretical education.

It was just like a conversation between two old friends, giving Lin Xiu no sense that they had ever had conflicts in the past.

He also knew that if Xinhekou Fortress and Ximalin Fortress were to fall as well, the imperial court would have no other choice except to summon a massive army to march north to defend the sovereign.

In fact, Wang Dashu's guess was correct; Shen Youfeng was indeed pondering matters concerning the Wang family father and son.

Although Liu Jian was not as clever as Li Dongyang, as a veteran statesman who had weathered countless storms of politics and bloodshed, how could his perspective on academic and political issues be superficial?

Tian Siyuan recalled the words of her dormmates earlier: Tian Di Film and Television was actually pursuing Lin Meng to sign a contract. Yet as for her? Despite having connections with Yunfan, Tong Jialu had no intention of signing her long-term.