Volume One, Chapter 30: The Master's Name

After Qin Shuhuai finished speaking, Yao Beidou showed a curious expression, and even Zhao Shengnan and Li Changjiang across from them looked intrigued. Of course, these people did not require Lin Luo’s concern; the Shooting Sun Legion was right behind, pursuing relentlessly. Lin Luo’s target was the pirates who had fled halfway.

The elder was Nie Shengxin’s elder cousin, the eldest of Nie Shengxin’s generation and the most skilled martial artist in the Nie clan. When he took action, everyone stepped aside. The martial code usually dictated one-on-one combat; though revenge and blood feuds might not always follow this strictly, given the elder’s respected status within the clan, they had to show him some face.

After parking, the three disembarked. Ahead, an excavator was leveling the ground, a rotary drilling rig stood idle nearby, and a crane was set up with a steel-reinforced probing device beside it.

If the initial stages were poorly managed, later attempts to control or rectify the situation would not only be inefficient but would also consume vast amounts of manpower and resources, making it a losing proposition.

Nicholas Kangdi’s face was terrifyingly grim. If he were here, he would likely have struck Tang Zixian without hesitation. Manifested through a technological artifact, he had only one choice: to watch with wide eyes.

For example, at this moment, he could clearly sense the spiritual energy passing through the Nascent Soul energy form, a sensation he had never encountered before. It was utterly novel.

“She is called Daji,” Lei Feng thought. Daji appeared frequently in the game, so naturally, she was considered a friend.

Outside the cave stretched a vast snowfield. The spot where Maya had been attacked by the light orb was not far away. There, a large hole had formed, and the tower and snow that once stood there had vanished.

“Understood, Commander,” Wu Anjun replied hurriedly, seizing a brief moment to respond, immediately shifting his attack focus... Suddenly, Dian Lan used the combat technique of Achilles’ Dagger with her bare body, turning defeat into victory and toppling Wu Anjun. Yue Peng suggested they bet on who would win first.

Originally, the Black Dragon, the solitary Lord of Mourning, could not fly. Only after inheriting the memories of Cheromaner did he learn the method of flight from within.

He feigned illness and marched north to the desert. When I finally awaited his triumphant return, at the Qinghe Palace celebration banquet, my dance stunned all present. My gaze, filled with quiet hope, inadvertently fell upon him, only to chill my heart—was he drunk?

As they slowed down, the mercenaries covering the rear relaxed slightly. Finally, Xing raised a flag, and a clear leader among the opponents waved. The mercenaries promptly sheathed their weapons.

Dream Butterfly raised a jade-green axe, swiftly cutting a grappling rope beside her, causing an undead soldier who had climbed some distance to fall into the moat below. At her move, a commanding sword cavalry knight immediately slung his crossbow behind him and drew his longsword.

Having agreed with Duan Jingtian on a one-day deadline, Zhang Ruyun emerged from the tomb passage at midnight. Though time was tight, he had fully absorbed the Dragon Yang energy into his dantian. Confident that even if Duan Jingtian had practiced longer and had the aid of the Dragon Arm’s essence, it might not surpass his own gains.

The city’s imperial high command had evacuated three days prior, and the defeated imperial remnants fled entirely within the following three days. The final group consisted of imperial civilians who had followed the emperor into the fallen territory.

There was no shout, no impact sound. After the countless black axe shadows vanished, only a vast, dark hole hundreds of feet wide remained before Qin Yibai.

Ye Piao’s words clearly struck a nerve within Feirst, causing his body to tremble.

Although the arrows empowered with anti-magic defenses were formidable, piercing magical shields did not mean they were immune to magical control. Under Sasara’s whirlwind defense, these arrows naturally had no effect.

Actually, treating the other party to a meal could barely express goodwill. But Xu Zheng was reluctant to dine alone with the girl, especially Lin Wanqing... If they were seen by the school’s students outside, rumors would likely spread again.

Kana’s face darkened; she shared Mirage’s view that danger was irrelevant. What mattered was that they had not helped Ryengar and Elsa. That was their past and should be resolved by themselves.

In the internet age, such news could not be concealed for long. Someone even filmed it and posted it on the university forum. However, the video was shaky and poorly shot, with Xu Zheng’s face unclear. Otherwise, Xu Zheng would soon become the school’s celebrity.

Assigned a task, Yan Chixia reluctantly nodded at Xuan Yangzi, without refusing. After all, as a guest at Qingyun Sect, it was only proper to contribute in some way.

Nicole, ever professional, knew the person opposite was Reg, yet never once called his name.

Perhaps for the Pandaren, this place was once the core of the Mogu Empire’s rule. The ruins were steeped in the tragic shadows of past enslavement, which was why the nearest village was a kilometer away—they seemed unwilling to settle nearby.

A burst of triumphant laughter sounded as the ghostly face dissolved quietly into the true spirit of the Extinction Demon.

After all, he was miserably sealed at the heart of the Earth Explosion Star, tortured daily by the black hole celestial body formed by Ban’s Rinnegan.

Laxus and [Laxus] spoke simultaneously. The former was full of confusion, the latter expressed gratitude. After exchanging glances for several seconds, [Laxus] slowly spoke, much to Laxus’s sudden understanding and disbelief.

With a movement of his mind, his figure vanished from the Sky City. The next moment, he appeared among the clouds over the Gobi Desert.

Fan Yu gazed at the towering pillars on the square platform, excitement flickering in his eyes, a sinister smile curling his lips.

At this moment, she was almost bound to Chen Hao’s life. If Chen Hao died, no one could unlock the acupuncture points on her body. Having reached this point, she saw no reason to keep up pretenses.

Ye Wudao sheathed the Leaving Sword. Now that matters had settled, it was a good outcome—at least it had not escalated to a deadly confrontation.

After finishing the large one herself, she remembered to bring a gift for the king. So she brought back the only remaining cub.

“Master Pan, may we start serving the dishes?” a waiter from the Imperial Pavilion approached respectfully.

“When did the world’s boxing experts become so worthless?” Chen Hao pondered for a moment, keeping this shocking news that had rocked the martial arts world close to his heart.