Author's Note

Only then did they see the Exiled Immortal Sect Master fling out a ring, aiming to loop it over Yang Ni.

However, Long Chen couldn't care less about that; even if he didn't need to know the weight of the Crimson Gold Stone, he still had to take it from this giant boulder, didn't he?

And after learning that the situation at Horn Fort was unexpectedly favorable, the Blessed Land's gathering speed slowed considerably.

A moment later, Su Yang arrived at the eleventh floor. Sure enough, as he had anticipated, the demonic beast on this floor had once again condensed into a single entity, only this time its color had turned blood-red, and its realm had reached Mid-stage Second Order, matching Su Yang's own.

After all, they weren't committing robbery or murder. Even though they were now surrounded from both sides, Long Chen still had no direct evidence.

Thus, all parties involuntarily brought out their ultimate weapons—deploying the exceedingly rare Mighty Experts of the Feather Realm.

Among these over two million players, a portion—tens of thousands—had already voluntarily chosen to livestream this war.

But Long Chen had no idea about their negotiations. If he did, he would surely let out another cold sneer.

"What do you mean? I don't understand." Changkong Xingyu, unsure of the reason, could only ask in confusion.

In truth, Jian Yi had no other choice with this arrangement. After just one round of the top ten struggle, there was one dead and two severely injured. He no longer cared whether chaos would erupt. Since Su Yang and Hou Ba had a blood feud, he might as well let them settle it as soon as possible. Perhaps once the enmity was resolved, these people would finally behave.

"Sigh, you are indeed an unyielding and loyal subordinate. Ye admires you." Ye Juntian sighed, dug a pit on the spot, and buried Xiao Sancheng. He also carved a rough stone tablet and inscribed his name on it—Tomb of Xiao Sancheng, Unyielding Loyal General of Zhao Kingdom.

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"Because when I was boarding the island, I ran into these people and overheard their conversation." Jian Ling'er said with a grave expression.

Zongzheng He's heart was full of bitterness, but on the surface he had to pretend to be very calm. He was too damn unlucky. He didn't know why he had been placed second. Not to mention insufficient preparation time, being at the front meant a greater chance of bearing the brunt of a storm of criticism, right?

Was it because other gods had no resistance to the Black Mud, or because this Fox Spirit herself was pink on the outside but black within, so the Black Mud couldn't corrupt her? Lin Xiu speculated inwardly while starting to spin a tale out loud.

Although they didn't know how severe the consequences would be, Ao Kan and the other two were well-traveled and knew there would definitely be aftereffects.

Just then, a sudden change occurred. A pile of stones a hundred meters away from Ye Juntian suddenly shot out like arrows, wildly ambushing Ye Sheng.

The next day, Lin Sese got up early, opened the door, and saw Lin Xiaomo eating breakfast. She retreated into the room, took out that card from her suitcase, then walked over and sat down beside Lin Xiaomo.

Xu Yan was strong, but barring any surprises, the realm of Heavenly Venerable was beyond his reach.

For a moment, with Mu Yunshu at the center, on one side was Su Qingyu, frozen in fear, and on the other were two handsome men who wanted to "rescue the damsel" but found their "willpower insufficient."

And he was also worried that if Huo Tianyou married Princess Anhe this time, Huo Tianyou would henceforth have the backing of the Huihe forces. Would his position as the Young Master of the Prince of the North still be secure?

The brutal battle at 'Shuqing Market' finally ended. Countless sacrifices, countless loyalties, countless bloodstains left a legendary tale for future generations. But at this moment, thousands of miles away, Li Tian still knew nothing of this, unaware that the market he had once guarded had fallen. He was in the midst of joy.

—Eh? If that's the case, Yan Zhong'an's status is far higher than Jun Miaorong's! I wonder what this "Acting City Lord of Dreaming Dinghai City" would think of that?

Rebecca noticed the two demon men's strange expressions, looked down at her own clothes, and her face instantly turned as red as an apple.

Ye Xiao narrowed his eyes and looked over. In the dim, gloomy shadows, a Black Wind Wolf King, taller and stronger than the other Black Wind Werewolves, floated a few feet off the ground, slowly flying toward him.

Sitting on the Dragon Throne, a step higher than anyone else, meant he had to possess a level of understanding higher than others. If he was still ignorant when he first ascended the throne, after experiencing last year's Tanzhou Incident, Emperor Zhao Heng had been through too much, at least learning the key points of the relationship between ruler and minister.

Three Golden Cores appeared side by side in front of Shui Xin and the others, blatantly blocking their path. They stood in the way of the fastest and easiest road to the Sky Fire Sect.

Outside the Spirit Beast enclosure, there were some 'Tianyan Sect' cultivators on guard, but this thin line of defense was quickly broken through by the 'Xuannan Sect' warriors. They charged into the enclosure and began attacking the Spirit Beasts.

The light was quite bright, yet not at all dazzling. Completely unlike the burst of light during the earlier fight against the monsters.

In the early Song Kingdom's price system, the purchasing power of ten thousand strings of cash was vastly different from a hundred years later. Three copper coins could buy a peck of grain—imagine how much grain ten thousand strings of cash could buy.

Boss Sun subconsciously glanced at the watch on his wrist, found that only a quarter of an hour had passed, and the impatience on his face finally lessened a bit. At least one thing had gone smoothly.

After all, Yuan Chen's ancestors were Sword Forgers by trade. The Four Great Sword Gods were, at their core, first-rate Sword Forgers. The fact that they were entrusted by heaven and earth showed that their sword-forging skill had been certified by the world itself. This forging talent had also been passed down through bloodline to Yuan Chen.

The Demonic Beast Patterns originally engraved on Yuan Chen's body were now fully imprinted into his white bones. His pale skeleton had become mystical, as if the All Gods and Buddhas were molding a golden body, merging with heaven and earth, perfectly natural.

This press release had caused quite a stir in the industry at the time. A public statement so blatantly stepping on another celebrity was rare; it was essentially an open feud between two celebrities and their two entertainment companies.

However, in reality, he dodged this attack with ease. The moment he swiftly slipped out of the inner hall, the people outside also stood up and walked over.

This person didn't look much like Wan Jiang or Wan Dongsheng, but for some reason, Lin Ran felt he was a member of the Wan Family. His relationship with Wan Jiang seemed as close as Wan Dongsheng's, perhaps even closer.