Chapter 42: Let Me Help You

The son of the Half-Saint considered persuading Dragon Five, but upon recalling the captain's temper, he decided against it. As things stood, Lou Yixiong’s strength was still inferior to Dragon Five’s, so he would certainly remain in his current team. As for the future, he would cross that bridge when he came to it.

No matter how powerful the body or how resilient the flesh, to plunge directly into molten magma at its temperature limit would surely result in being burned into nothing but dregs and bloody pulp. Was Gu Feng seeking his own death?

Listening to the two argue, Lin Xiaofeng could not help but smile bitterly. These two were truly a pair of clowns; they did not even know the girl's name yet, and already they were posturing as if to fight over her ownership.

The city gates were piled high with the fallen, yet the ranks in front continued to retreat. Even though Temur and his men had just slaughtered hundreds, they could not stem the tide of the retreat.

"Let go!" Su Wan was furious and anxious; how could she listen to any explanation? She swung her fist down, striking his forehead, before breaking free and rushing out the door.

After exchanging voice-transmission talismans, the old man merged Du Feng’s talisman into one of his own, making future contact more convenient. He then excused himself, eager to head toward the shipwreck zone.

The method for leaving the Ghost Realm was actually quite simple, as there was a passage leading to the Human Realm located near the ancient battlefield where they had been fighting.

It was rare to find someone as bold as Du Feng, who, at the peak of the ninth level of the Breaking Delusion Realm, would venture into the territory of a level-nine spirit beast. Old Zhong felt he had gained some prestige and experience by tagging along; no other martial artist would have ever brought him here.

The person who had just unleashed the white skeletal claw to shatter Fu Yang’s Ghost Dao Claw was none other than Shen Ten from the Invincible Divine Might Battalion.

Jiang Yueqing was so terrified she felt as though her soul had left her body, yet in her desperation, she could only watch helplessly as Du Jinglan walked step by step toward her son, dagger in hand.

Meanwhile, a report arrived from Xuanyang City: Liu Biao’s army had stationed itself thirty miles north of the city, numbering approximately two hundred thousand troops.

It is often said that people are perverse; when a crowd of people outside were begging and crying for Elder Li to take them as apprentices, he would not even glance at them. Pan Di had also originally sought to apprentice in earnest, and the elder had played hard to get. Yet now, when he was no longer willing, the elder was suddenly eager to pursue him.

Indeed, if Yao Zhan personally confessed that it was the Grand Preceptor who sent him to murder Madam Zuo, that would be more powerful than any other evidence.

"Girl!" Cheng Yiben called out softly to Pei Shiyin, seeing her sitting at her vanity in a daze. A wave of bitterness surged in his heart; what was wrong with her? Was she thinking of the baby they had lost again?

The Benevolent Clan’s army emerged from the back gate that had already been breached and circled around to the front gate. Sword and shield warriors led the way, with archers following behind. Each archer was assisted by an attendant who lit the kerosene packets tied to their arrows.

Outside, both parties waited in agony. Suddenly, they saw an iron pole fly through the air, and everyone stared in stunned silence.

Hu Haotian kept his eyes fixed on Bai Qi, fearing that in a moment of despair, he might jump, or in a fit of rage, commit seppuku.

"What did you say?" Cheng Yiben suddenly exploded in fury, his glare at Pei Shiyin like the edge of a blade. He gritted his teeth as he stared at her.

Unlike the previous skirmish where the three God Kings had spread out to surround Lan Ze, this time, the three were fully united. The powers of thunder, the ocean, and death collided in the void, forming a unique, fused force.

Gu Qian grabbed Xia Wan’s wrist, trying to make her strike his face, while he humbled himself and kept apologizing, speaking words of reconciliation.

Ning Zhe sat on the sofa opposite Bai Zhi, tearing a piece of roasted meat off an iron skewer and chewing it heartily. These skewers were grilled by the gas station staff for themselves, and the portions were far more generous than those at a barbecue restaurant.

Now, not only did they not need to be rescued, but even the Sky-Reach people had been wiped out by the very newcomer they intended to save.

She had spent a little time with Qin Lü and had witnessed his keen reflexes and formidable psychological fortitude.

The person beside him quietly looked up and saw that Fu Shijin had not even used a draft pad. While those around him were still diligently calculating the multiple-choice questions, he had already finished all twenty-five.

Just as Lelouch was talking with C.C. about what the man known as the "Tactical Genius," Halberton, could possibly want to discuss with him.

The Grand Chief had given him a surprise; he wondered if this fellow would also bring him one.

Through the watery mist, Ning Zhe saw a window dimly opened. Outside, a light drizzle was falling, and inside sat a charming girl.

The rules are impartial; they do not change based on who you are. If the Snake God breaks the law, he is punished the same as a commoner.

In the blink of an eye, the group of seven or eight was reduced to five. Han Lijun, severely wounded and with eyes bloodshot, viciously threatened the two.

The Fourth Prince is the one person I cannot afford to offend right now. Not only because of my own future, but because my sister’s survival depends on his favor, and I cannot touch his people. Therefore, I cannot intervene in this matter using my true identity, or I would undoubtedly place the Niu family in the crosshairs of opposition.

I looked at the tough-guy expression on Hong He’s face and burst into happy laughter. The others followed suit, unable to hide their amusement at Hong He’s words.

Was it the eldest or the fifth? The sixth was a carefree soul; if he were forced into a marriage, he might just run away.

I looked down and finally understood. Everyone looked at me as if I were a beggar; I had not changed after the fight, and my clothes were so tattered that even Li Zhaoyang would not have wanted them.

"Brother Love Saint, aren't you going to say something fair!" I looked at the laughing White Dragon with pleading eyes.

This holy armor was already severely damaged; there was a huge, terrifying dent in the center of its chest, clearly caused by that kick from Wang Dachui.