Volume One, Chapter 60: Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures, But Choosing the Wrong Enemy.

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As the cultivator neared death, he uttered a final word before his figure weakly fell through the void, eyes wide open in eternal unrest. Chen Song’s Qin faction was hardly renowned; if not for the competition’s regulations, they wouldn’t even qualify to participate. It was surprising anyone had placed their bets on him at all.

The unit of measurement, according to the荒国’s standards, was kilograms. One hundred thousand kilograms of timber was manageable, with no specification on the type, and荒国 had vast reserves of wood, so a million kilograms was not difficult. However, iron and copper posed a problem—they were strategic materials that荒国 perpetually lacked.

Liu Cai loosened his jaw, ignoring the pain, smirking as he wiped away blood, then bent over to ask with a sly grin.

Yet, both the Peach Blossom Enchantress and the Black Tiger Mao Mao knew well that no one could dissuade Dongfang Yu Ping on this matter.

Originally tormented by love, hoping to stay by Cui Bin’s side through his own strength, he never imagined that a single failed move would result in total defeat, leaving only endless regret and Cui Bin’s deep reproach in his heart.

“Brother Zhong, what do you think? Since it’s just the two of us here, how about when we breach the defenses and retrieve the Demon Key, we split this piece of Dragon Whisker Gold? You take sixty percent, I take forty.” Yan Chifeng paused and promptly proposed the division ratio on the spot.

Of course, there were other reasons involved, which required careful investigation. But there was no rush. After all,荒国 had just risen to become a county-level power, and it needed time to sort out internal affairs. After all, such a promotion naturally elevated the status of certain individuals.

“All right.” The moment the words left his mouth, Shi Tian’s body began to float, then drifted away into the distance. With the ability to fly, there was no need for such trouble anymore. This was an immensely important point.

“Hmph, who knows who’s a demon cultivator!” Nangong Yang’s eyes flashed with cold light. If this method failed, he only needed to defeat Xia Zheng and extract the spiritual energy from his dantian to ascertain whether any demonic aura existed.

For Cen Shen, who had experience both in officialdom and on the battlefield, those so-called brilliant strategies were nothing but legendary tales—merely the adept application of ordinary means.

This tree was a supreme treasure from the previous era; combined with the Origin Scripture, one could comprehend the highest inheritances and profound truths of the last epoch.

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When Caicai looked up again, she saw the madman surrounded by a shimmering azure Dao light, cleansing his muddy body until it was spotless and radiant.

The clash of swords sent furious waves surging as the earth around them cracked continuously, sand and dust swirling wildly, obscuring the sun and moon.

“That really is bad news,” Ma Yijiu said without much surprise—perhaps he had become numb to the endless string of misfortunes.

Amid everyone’s attention, Lin Dong approached Table One and without hesitation sat in an empty seat, then beckoned Liu Qianqian on the stage.

“Have you two seen a person with layered ears?” asked the long-haired monk clad in monastic robes.

Jiang Feng could no longer stand it; he drew out the Thousand Feather Moon Blade from the Taiyi Alchemical Cauldron. The blade instantly expanded and then shot forth violently.

At the moment the Destruction Sword was formed, the ruler of the Hua family and the city of Hua was inside a parlor, instructing his subordinates to care well for the ascetic who had traveled so far over mountains and rivers.

The good news was that although the fierce sword intent pursued relentlessly, I could control the true qi inside me more skillfully, with no loss in speed. The true qi circulated alternately between the Chong and Jing meridians, accumulating enough power to counterattack.

Chen Yidao told his men to eat and rest inside the carriage while he and Xiao Ao went out—not for leisure but to gather intelligence and prepare for an operation that night.

The heavily armored warrior stood firmly in place without attacking; he knew he couldn’t match speed and attacking or not made no difference.

This gave Zeng Hao confidence to face the malevolent ghost. When Zeng Hao relaxed, the ghost howled again, and the talisman stuck to its body fell off on its own.

Lin Qingtian’s eyes welled with tears. In the final moment, though he activated the strongest Heavenly Gang Defense Formation of his youth, it was too late. The explosion started from within, and at the critical juncture, he could only use the powerful shield to save the few remaining players.

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Shangguan Mei sat dumbfounded inside the room, as if her soul had been lost, holding a letter with tears streaming down her face.

Breathing heavily, her mind filled with images of Feng Le, still clutching the two clay figurines—one strikingly resembling Feng Le.

Yu Chen nodded. His entire body was now blood-red, his face terrifyingly fierce—this was Yu Chen’s state of anger manifested. Could he now easily harness this great power when enraged?

The same tone, the same manner of speaking. When these two quarrelled, they truly were the most perfect match under heaven.

The fox spirit was born with natural charm, beautiful and alluring—the favorite of many wolf brothers. Especially the fox spirit elites, born with seductive eyes and dressed flamboyantly.

Hong Qiliang had already envisioned a bright future in his mind, but suddenly the wailing of sirens came from outside—Shen Zhou had dialed 110 again.

This made Bai Yue’er, who had been listening to Song Shifeng claim there was no affection whatsoever between him and Lin Meng, suddenly feel a surge of anger.

Moreover, it was he who had come seeking me—if I don’t seize this opportunity, wouldn’t that be a waste?