Chapter 39: The White Reaper? The Annihilation of the Raiders?

"Uncle Duo, what is coming?"
"Where did Qin Feng go? Why is there so much gunfire down there?"
Liu Zi was also stunned by the sound of gunfire from beneath the cliff. Hiding in the cave and not daring to show his head, he asked Uncle Zhang Duo anxiously.
"It’s a band of mountain bandits. The last time I went into the mountains with others, we were intercepted by this very group."
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A few seconds later, the radiance dissipated. Komon slowly opened his eyes, only to discover that he had left the mysterious silver-white space and returned to the forest as before.
This operation involved the four of them—Lin Xue and her companions—along with four others they had met during their wilderness survival experience: Luo Yan, Xu Kunhao, Leng Ye, and Peng Qi.
Looking down, he saw that the fan surface was battered and worn, covered in traces of corrosion from the sap of the Ghost Wood Poplar.
Zhao Feng had thought Yuan Lang was already difficult enough to deal with, but to his complete surprise, ever since Zhang Yan learned that Zhao Feng was familiar with his home village, a barrage of questions followed, leaving Zhao Feng overwhelmed and unable to find a way to respond.
Although Universe Technology had not yet launched a computer operating system, the possibility could not be ruled out, so Pichai included this as well.
Watching the smiling Mizorogi before him, Lin Miao’s gaze tightened slightly. As he spoke in a low voice, he raised his hand, summoning the Blue Bracelet onto his wrist through sheer willpower.
"Go down now. This zither is my reward to you. Remember, this zither is named Biluo." Ruohua placed heavy emphasis on the two words "Biluo."
"White Charm, tell me the truth. Have you... defected to the Nine Infants lineage?" I asked in astonishment.
Just as Lin Miao felt a sense of helplessness, a burst of singing suddenly rose slowly in the arena, causing him to pause and look up.
The 10,000-square-meter plot of land, though not large, had Zhang Chen’s Jincheng Mansion sitting on pins and needles. With no other choice, after careful consideration, Zhang Chen decided to participate in this bidding process.
Wu Yuan laughed from behind: "I told you just now that I am a wandering monk, yet you chose to compete with me in footwork." Having said this, he formed his hands into claws and lunged suddenly toward Wang Dengtang; this was the "Dragon-Capturing Hand," another peerless skill of the Buddhist faith.
Thereupon, it sneezed loudly in one direction in the air, which unexpectedly stirred up a great gust of wind, blowing the liquid in the vat into a mist of rain.
Lin Yufeng did not stand on ceremony with him. With wind beneath his feet, he flew into the sky in a flash. His body seemed as light as a feather, soaring higher and higher until he reached a considerable altitude, where, looking down, the entire arena was within his view.
Most of Lan Shaohua’s body had already sunk into the black hole, yet she still struggled to pull an item from her spatial ring.
"Grandfather..." Xu Rui’s heart was churning with turbulent waves. He had not expected his grandfather to be capable of such a massive deception.
Finally, after staying on the mountain for another month, Yan Shuangling bid farewell to her master and officially descended. Her master seemed quite pleased with Yan Shuangling’s attitude toward joining the world of men.
Perhaps it had been less than the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, but when everyone regained their senses, they were already standing upon the Peak of the Star River Gods.
Yin Tianchou was very much looking forward to the Challenge Mode and the Slaughter Mode. Given his own luck, relying on grinding through the storyline to obtain all the martial arts manuals from *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils* was clearly unrealistic; only these high-drop-rate Challenge and Slaughter modes were more reliable.
The man wielding the hammer, seeing Xiao Jingyang mock him so, did not know how to retort. Consumed by rage, he prepared to swing his hammer and attack, but was held back by the man with the blade beside him.
Just as Liu Yu had finished off one Cloud-Piercing Leopard, two more leaped up, arriving at Liu Yu’s side the moment the air stirred.
"Do you think you’ve won? The Sword Demon may be dead, but the Sword Demon’s legacy is real! Bai Yu-jing, you killed my father and cut off all my hope—I won’t let you have an easy time either!" With a look of madness on her face, Mo Yan’er shrieked sharply.