Volume One, Chapter 51: Your Daughter’s Life Is in Danger!

"Of course you can!"

The Sea of Death? Gao Jiuding felt it wasn’t quite that; to him, it seemed more like chaos—something that absorbed all things, transforming them into primordial disorder.

The men in black raised their crossbows, the green gleam of poison on the bolts chilling to the bone. The murderous intent on Yuan Xi’s face had reached its peak. The steward gave a wave, and the men in black prepared to pull their triggers.

Xiao Shisan picked up the long sword. The moment it settled in his palm, he felt a warm current flow into his body.

In the arena, only a few would truly dazzle, delivering outstanding performances, squeezing the main players out, and becoming new members of the team.

First wave of minions, second wave—Crocodile managed to last-hit eleven, missing one, while Su Ye’s Camille only secured nine, missing three.

Yao Xingchen could not out-argue Xiao Shisan, so, at this noon hour, he could only lead everyone toward the teleportation array in Falling City.

Transporting goods solely by boat was too troublesome; in winter, the Baigou River never froze solid, making it impossible to row or cross on ice. The only way to travel between the banks was to build a bridge.

Seeing this, Ling Lixia’s legs turned to jelly in fright. Yet she didn’t understand why Zhu Sunling remained so calm.

The area was divided into several sections, with clusters of residents gathered around a central, towering demon spire.

After all, this time several legions had been nearly wiped out, and of those who remained, the death rate was as high as sixty percent.

The scene before him was all too real—could it be that within this Nine-Tiered Demon Tower, there was an entire world of yellow sands?

“I promise, nothing like this will ever happen again. You heard her just now—she will never set foot in our house again.” Seeing that she was still angry, Wen Yuancheng spoke up once more to reassure her.

Mo Qu’s scheming against his peers wouldn’t have been much of a matter, but now someone had died, and with the princess intervening...

It was like a drowning, half-dead man suddenly clutching a life-saving straw—the smoldering spark of survival in Zhang San’s desolate heart blazed up in an instant.

He tightened his grip, holding her firmly, a smile playing at the edge of his eyes, so gentle it seemed it would overflow.

This was not the first time the four hunters—known as the Three Sons—had come to Wanlong Town; familiar with the place, they drove their wagon through winding alleys, finally stopping before a rather quiet tavern.

At the same time, the Dragon-Serpent Treasure Blade was seized by Ye Feng. Over on the other side, Zhongyang Town’s Yue Zhen Earth was swallowed whole by the Black Tortoise, which then soared back into the five-colored radiance. The Earth Immortal Sword swiftly returned to the soul of its belonging, once again under control.

After more than a hundred years, even the strange beasts that had once been beaten into submission had nearly recovered their strength.

With a bang, Wu Rang collapsed to his knees, bowing three times in the direction where Ling Feng had fallen. Then he rose, staggered over, and gently cradled Ling Feng from the pool of blood.

Other than that, Chu Ran truly didn’t know what else to say. No matter what, since the promise had been given, this romance had to be pursued.

“Get out, all of you! I said I’ll take it! Don’t you understand?” Zhao Tiange swept his gaze coldly over the crowd.

Yet those crystal-clear tears were lovelier than the purest pearls. The eunuch, seeing this, quickly averted his eyes and quietly stepped aside.

The phoenix was even more astonished: this Guevara was clearly a foreigner, so how had Officer Yang become his military instructor?