Chapter 95

Among these, the Yan family’s “Mandala Battle Array” and the Liu family’s “Illusory Trail Battle Array” were the most renowned. It was said that both arrays had once trapped Void-level experts. Though the arrangers were all Primordial Cultivators, the mere fact that they could contain a Void-level expert proved their power beyond doubt.

Just seeing Zhu Zixuan made her feel unbearable; now that Zhu Zixuan had truly left, she realized she could endure it: as long as she could survive.

…Must not let it fire… must stop it… this man lost to hatred… Chengjie pulled his sidearm from its holster and struggled to raise it before his eyes.

“My name is Ye Yu. Please give me your guidance during the match,” Ye Yu said, offering a brief introduction. The other likewise spoke, merely stating their own name and asking Ye Yu for guidance in return.

Astonishingly, nearly all red-named players were purified by Situ Wanner’s move—except for a few dozen exceptional individuals whose names remained blood-red, especially Shijia, whose name was so red it bordered on black.

After just three cups, Lu Diping passed out completely, collapsing into a lifeless heap—what a terrible drunkard.

No sooner had he finished speaking than thunderous applause erupted. Merchants rose to their feet, showing respect for Wang Zhenyu. For the de facto leader of the National Government to speak such words publicly—how could these merchants, long subjected to humiliation, remain composed?

Facing the dozens of thieves charging again, Shijia and Long Xiang exchanged a glance, bidding each other farewell. Several female healers desperately waved their staves, reapplying all manner of buff spells to Shijia and Long Xiang.

“This is where you and Wang Jiao live?” Mu Rong had resolved never to bring up Wang Jiao again—but seeing Lin Cheng living with Wang Jiao, her mouth couldn’t help but speak.

Sophia’s greatest passion was cruising the world aboard a luxury liner. Yet due to her family’s circumstances, this hobby remained difficult to fulfill.

Jiang Yuan saw his behavior and wondered if he feared she’d get angry again, especially since Cheng Ruqing was still here. But seeing how anxious he was, she couldn’t help but feel pleased.

Huang Wuye and Huang Wang arrived at the frontlines, where she witnessed the Dark Demon clan’s appearance—their skin was much darker than that of the Nether Demon clan, and their bodies were enormously massive.

It turned out Zi Wu cared more for her health—apparently, in his heart, she mattered more than the child. Thinking this, Zhi Qian felt warmth spread through her heart, nearly laughing aloud.

“Wonderful, wonderful!” Pei An’an truly felt happier about his good score than if she herself had aced the exam.

Her phone rang beside her. Her body jolted, then she stared at it, eyes unmoving.

Below, the Grand Elder and the Beiming Sect Master frowned tightly, raising their arms simultaneously—thick barriers instantly materialized.

Pei An’an lifted her head, gazing at the tiny ventilation slit with a complex expression.

The medicinal cauldron once carved with the Medicinal King Valley’s emblem had been replaced by the Skull Head of the Ghost Luo Sect—clearly, the Ghost Luo Sect’s Xuan Ling also found this stone chamber suitable, using it regularly for council meetings.

As they walked, Luo Jialiang introduced his parents and sister to the surrounding buildings and residents, explaining what kind of families lived there, since most inhabitants were people of status.

Like guns and cannons, whether used for plunder and invasion or for defending one’s homeland depends entirely on the wielder—not the weapon itself.

“Oh my god, I shouldn’t have raised my hand!” Ye Qingcheng, seeing Ye Miaocheng’s low spirits, whispered teasingly to her.

Though Jian Lan knew her words would upset Xu Jinlang, she couldn’t stand by and watch him unintentionally destroy all their efforts.

“We still don’t know which side started the war, but its cause seems tied to faith—because at the war’s outset, the dragons systematically destroyed numerous temples of that terrestrial empire, indicating targeted attacks.”

The biting winter wind stirred the distant imperial banner. Soldiers clad in winter uniforms stood in neat formation on the open ground; at the front row, the griffin knight Jin Na waited nervously for her superior’s arrival.

Under the influence of the weather controller, clouds gathered precisely beneath the sanctuary’s feet. Meilita stepped slowly up the slope before the sanctuary, passed through the mist, and arrived before the gilded dome—the doors stood open for her. No announcement was needed; she walked straight inside.

“I’ll see my cousin off,” Xiao Yunmo tossed to Ye Pingcheng, turning to follow—but Ye Qingcheng spun around and stopped him.

The Lobster King flashed behind him, both claws pulsing with immense spiritual energy as they clamped toward Hou Da’s head.

He must rarely see sunlight—his skin was as fine as jade, and his complexion noticeably paler than ordinary people’s.

…You tilted your head, crossed your arms, and wondered if you were just being overly cautious, imagining things.

This year has truly been rough: changed jobs, moved cities, even switched lovers several times—but life still remained stagnant as stagnant water.

In contrast, the Han Chinese were chattering loudly; several who called themselves “bureaucrats” even came over demanding explanations and requesting special protection from Su Xing.

Only now did Qin Yue understand the game’s objective: she first reflected—since entering the scenario, her work had been unremarkable, time was short, romance and marriage weren’t in her scope, leaving only one thing: teaching that straight-cancer man Zhao Peng a lesson. Thus, the game’s theme must be about punishing straight-cancer men.

By allying with the universe’s infamous dark force, the Dark Cult, Loki would grow increasingly selfish and dark—until he became inseparable from the Dark Cult. At that point, he would be fully controlled, and Asgard would be swallowed, reduced to a colony of the Dark Cult.

The shaman’s voice was reverent, flawless—making Ji Ruohua feel he was a loyal minister.

As for whom she would marry, the matriarch had already decided: all were respectable, wealthy families, and marriage meant a life of comfort.