Alien Creature

Although the material of the greatsword had not been tested, based on Yin Miaomiao's extensive combat experience, a heavy sword capable of slicing through stalactites as if they were tofu simply could not exist anywhere on the Blue Star.

Not even a saber forged from chromium alloy could achieve such a feat.

Clearly, an extraterrestrial civilization had visited Mount Aobei long, long ago.

The Nanyue headquarters believed that alien civilizations would not leave behind a mere sword for no reason; there must be other unknown secrets hidden beneath this mountain.

At the same time, the one thing Kanzō Kagetoki least wanted to see happened anyway—the Sado clan was crossing the sea.

In the dim light, Chou Wuwei pressed his body tightly against the wall, concealing himself within the shadows, pricking up his ears to listen to the footsteps outside.

The two failed to find the presence of the Xun Talisman, but as their range of perception expanded, they sensed some powerful force lurking beneath the water, suppressing its aura to avoid detection by them.

"An elder is still an elder; could it be that Sect Master Pang refuses to grant us even a shred of face?" asked Xiong Kun.

Gu Jiutian pressed her delicate hands against her temples, divine will surging within her as her primordial god bloodline erupted, shattering all illusions. If she were to acquire the divine spark of the Primordial Divine Will Sovereign, her strength would grow to an unfathomable degree.

Without even turning his head, Xia Jiulong gazed into the distance, speaking in a calm and detached tone. He appeared even more confident now than before.

Before his voice had even faded, Zhao Suoli vanished instantly from Li Fuchang's sight. Just as Li Fuchang was feeling bewildered, Zhao Suoli, wielding a serpent-headed spear measuring eight feet and two inches, had already pressed its tip directly against Li Fuchang's throat.

Thick dust and sand blotted out the sky, making it impossible to distinguish directions. This puzzled Li You greatly. Since the desert within the realm of the Xun Talisman was so harsh, why would any merchant still be willing to take risks and reach the edge of this world to trade with the indigenous people?

On the periphery of the arena, fully armed Templar Knights could be seen everywhere, accompanied by several thousand patrolling soldiers dressed in varied uniforms. These belonged to the regular troops of the Heavenly Sanctum; though their combat effectiveness was inferior to that of the Templar Knights, they possessed the advantage of sheer numbers, able to lock down every single blind spot tightly.

By the dock, migratory birds fluttered and took flight in a panic, their gray-white wings beating in a chaotic flurry across the sky. For some reason, this sight reminded her of her mother's words.

Never in his wildest dreams would Sylvester have imagined that the one to help him would be Lucinde, just as a week earlier, he could never have foreseen that the person exposing him to Arthur would be Harold.

It was truly neglecting one's proper business. Regardless of whether a family was well-off or not, hard work brought its own rewards, yet every village had its share of lazy vagrants.

Chizao felt that Wei Xiao was quite considerate. After all, looking through his photobook right in front of her boyfriend was rather awkward. Now that he had left, she could look at it shamelessly, so she nodded with reserved modesty.

Chizao washed the vegetables and began to slice them. Although she knew how to cook, her knife skills were terrible, and she cut at an agonizingly slow pace. Even slicing a single carrot took her a long time.

Only Xiao Yichen needed to remember and calculate their skill casting timings and cooldown periods from start to finish.

As soon as he finished doing all this, Master Hong was helped in by two dark-skinned, brawny thugs and laid down. Wearing a dark red jacket and black cloth shoes, with his eyes closed, he exuded an air of absolute refinement from the tips of his hair to his fingernails, looking utterly spirited.

One might as well wonder if the Top Scholar's Bun had known about this beforehand and thus repaired the shop in advance, much like Jin Chengzhan, who was entirely unfazed.

This couple was well-versed in budget travel, skillfully making the most of travel guides and discount coupons. Wujin cadged a few group-buying vouchers, taking Wei Shi to pet cats for free one moment, then returning a moment later with two giant cups of the cheapest sundaes, even scraping off the nine-tiered toppings that the big shot refused to touch.

Outside was a blur of confusion; no one acknowledged my acquaintance. After pondering for a bit, they began to speak at some point. Some things carried a trace of melancholy, because a hint of heartache was embedded within the city life. Life ought to be lived this way, otherwise it would truly be an absolute mess.

So much so that at this very moment, Nagato could strive so earnestly and conscientiously for the corresponding endeavors.