Chapter 35: The Cannon-Fodder Fiancée (35)

“You’ve been kidnapped.”

How melodramatic. How absurd.

Why would anyone kidnap her? She wasn’t carrying any money!

“Can you find out who kidnapped me?”

System: [I’m sorry. Your access level is insufficient. You need one hundred thousand points to exchange for a special ability, but you don’t have enough points.]

Go to hell.

Couldn’t a beginner at least get a starter pack?

What stingy nonsense. Whatever happened to proper etiquette?

“We’re here.”

Bread.

The displacement technique mentioned by that magical beast should be similar to his own technique of shifting form and position. Once activated, it could instantly transport him a hundred meters away—or even farther. Having missed this opportunity, finding that fellow again would be difficult.

For the sake of a common goal, they had formed a temporary alliance. Yet whether it was the Third Prince or the Fifth Princess, they probably both wished the other dead.

“This is what the world looked like before humanity was defeated. I never imagined that I would be able to witness such a scene in my lifetime. Even if I died now, I could rest in peace.”

Lin Nan had not yet spoken when Kong Chuan, standing beside him, voiced this inexplicable emotion first.

There was no shade from the trees to block out the sun, but at least the vast sky was visible. It was still night, however, and the heavens were pitch-black. Only the faint light of the stars illuminated the surroundings.

Xia Liu examined it carefully. The gate was at least ten meters high, and several warriors were squatting beneath it.

“Indeed. I’ve heard that artifacts like this possess the miraculous abilities to stabilize a household, regulate its feng shui, attract good fortune, ward off disaster, and even protect their owner. Whether any of that is true, however, remains unknown.”

Taolong patiently explained.

Even an ordinary demon soldier would probably have reached the legendary realm of the immortals. From this, it was not difficult to imagine the overwhelming might with which the demon race had once subdued the entire universe.

As he spoke, he picked one up and took a bite.

Good heavens, this mushroom was extraordinarily vile. It was raw and bitter, and eating it felt like chewing on a block of foam. Still, although it tasted terrible, this was, after all, a mushroom from the Heavenly Realm, and it contained a remarkable amount of spiritual energy. If an alchemist had been there, his grin would probably have stretched from ear to ear.

Who would have thought that the first words Chaos spoke after awakening would be something like that? He neither thanked Chen Zhifan nor said anything else.

Unfortunately, his identity was special. Until his strength had grown to a certain level, he absolutely could not reveal that he was a supreme primordial god. The Primordial World was now in turmoil and had entered a stage of premature “clearing.” A god like him, with unlimited potential, was unquestionably a prime target for eradication.

Outside the room, Scarlett Johansson was dressed in casual clothes as she slowly approached.

In the next instant, a bronze arrow tore through the void and shot toward the fire beast, blowing it apart in a single strike.

Of course, many artifacts were still refined using formations of the mortal-array level. However, those artifacts relied on the refiner’s own authority of the Dao to supplement them. Ye Zhengfeng could not allow his own Dao authority to taint this spear, so he naturally could not resort to such a shortcut.

Yet he seemed to have forgotten that in a battle to the death, the victor became king and the loser became an outlaw. No matter what method was used, victory was victory and defeat was defeat. Once a person was dead, who would care whether he had been ambushed? Did he expect his opponent to foolishly wait until he had finished gathering power before making a move?

As a fifth-rank martial master, Jiang Tian was no weakling. With his hands curved into claws, he seized the city wall three times in succession to propel himself upward. Finally, he leaped into the air, spun a full three hundred and sixty degrees, and then dove down like a bolt of lightning.

Battles between fifth-level sects were exceedingly rare, especially all-out clashes to the death. The spectators outside were therefore thoroughly enthralled, cheering with excitement. After all, they came from low-level sects themselves and were far weaker; watching experts fight was naturally exhilarating.

The man had two white, furry ears standing erect atop his head, and his body was trembling violently.