Chapter 1821: Pure Yang Sword Child? Immortal Artifact Sword Child!

The dream realm's illusionary dao soldiers scattered countless dreamlike light dots that instinctively lulled the mind into drowsiness, like butterfly powder, dulling the soul's reactions and blurring the boundary between reality and dream, turning up and down upside down.

"Exterminate the demons!"

"Slay the soul!"

This entire squad of dao soldiers, radiating an aura at the mid-stage of Heavenly Human realm, roared.

Their expressions were wooden and blank, yet they burned themselves with absolute precision and totality—burning their souls, their blood essence, their entire magic power.

This was mainly because Manchester United had unconsciously pushed their formation too far forward in attack, so engrossed in offense that they failed to notice the gaps behind them, leaving their defensive line completely exposed.

"After you sign it, I'll arrange a flight to Ri Yan Jing—I know you can't wait to begin the plan," the mysterious figure explained.

As Zhang Siyuan expected, he hadn't sat in his office long before Xu Zelei pushed open the door to his office. Just like in the former office building rented by Shidai Technology, Xu Zelei never needed to announce himself before entering Zhang Siyuan's office.

Otherwise, if you hadn't even played the game yet and already knew about its bugs, that would be too miraculous and impossible to explain. If anyone suspected, he could just claim he stumbled upon it by accident.

Seeing Zhao Min's pitiful look, Li Han turned to Du Shao. Du Shao wasn't looking at Li Han—he was glaring fiercely at Zhao Min. This bitch was shifting all the blame onto herself.

Arsène Wenger calling can't be anything good—this guy is definitely here to poach players, right?

In Du Biying's hand, the demonic dice glowed with eerie red light, swirling around his fingertip, a cruel expression flickering across his face.

"I'm doing this for your own good—can't you see this constant smiling won't solve anything?" Hu Tuling said, delivering a hard slap.

The Marquis of Jingguo was the fat man dressed in lavish robes whom Yue Wu had seen at the entrance of the Plum Blossom Nunnery that day; recently, he had been released after the heir of the Marquis of Yan had given his consent.

No sooner had the words ended than both of them saw darkness before their eyes, then entered the boundless expanse of the cosmic starry sky.

Qiao Na didn't know he had been exposed. Throughout the journey, his face was dark, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, clutching his buttocks with a performance so lifelike it seemed ready to unleash a waterfall three thousand feet high as he rushed toward the restroom.

Feng Lian'er stared in shock at the Moon Goddess—Mu Tian wore clothes worse than those of street beggars; how could he have money?

By candlelight, she blushed, a deep rope mark around her neck, both sides swollen; he thought that had he not spared no effort, not even slept along the way, arriving only at the last moment, by the time he returned she would already be dead, beyond salvation, leaving him with eternal regret.

"Enough, shut up and let me be quiet for a while," Meng Qi finally snapped, successfully silencing the two.

This punishment wasn't light, but certainly not heavy either—so Zhao Jingque, who had just closed her mouth, immediately voiced her objection.

A high-level Initiation-stage expert, accompanied by seven or eight Fusion-Moon cultivators, arrived in an instant. Seeing the two corpses on the ground, the Initiation-stage expert's eyes bulged with rage; he immediately unleashed dozens of flying-fish knives, which shot toward Song Mingting like lightning.

Even the eyeglass-wearing men, these aliens, were now panicked, for the insect people were precisely what they feared most—the Zero-Ability beings.

Dozens of tanks and self-propelled artillery pieces marched in with imposing might; when they reached the left side of the grandstand, they turned in perfect unison, their cannons aimed at the target range and began furious bombardment.

The wild sound of rock instruments erupted, accompanied by ferocious, violent singing—carrying fearless determination to shred all, steel-like grit, and an unyielding resolve to protect the beautiful world behind them.

Had he known these details earlier, he wouldn't have rashly launched a light cavalry assault—but now, nothing he said would matter.

"Are you threatening me?" Liu Xin sneered. "I've never been threatened before." Her slender hand lifted, the red signal flare poised to fly free.

After a while, Wang Long regained his composure and looked around—he found this place no better than the cave in the Snake Clan's forbidden zone.

The server nodded and replied, "Yes, we have Chinese Tieguanyin and Da Hong Pao here."

Bai Li Lang still wasn't dead—this body was incredibly tough. If I'd been hit like that, I'd have passed out long ago, but Bai Li Lang merely spat blood, as if nothing were wrong.

Several of Zhao Mu's future colleagues spotted Zhao Mu wandering under Li Ge's guidance, glancing at him curiously, but seeing Li Ge beside Zhao Mu, they held their tongues and returned to their tasks.

Bi Qi bit her lip. "I'll go with you—but my strength is too weak; I'll gather intelligence for you." At Xuan-level strength, Bi Qi was a genius among her generation, but she couldn't compete with the prodigies who hadn't appeared in ten thousand years.

The crossbow's range reached a staggering seven hundred meters, and the narrowest point of the Ling River was barely over a kilometer—meaning this warship could now attack land targets from beyond enemy threat.

The two sides had exchanged over a hundred rounds—unusually long for a Langguan match. After prolonged combat, both sides' spiritual energy was nearly depleted, showing signs of exhaustion; their movements had lost their initial ferocity.

Yet, when the man opened his mouth to order the immortals away, someone finally could no longer bear it.

After all, during this period, Chu Yan and Zhao Shishi hadn't been coming to the company often, and many other companies had begun stirring.

"Zhang Wentian!" He Bai zun ran over, grabbed Ye Xiu's hand, and chuckled.

"Let's go—we can get there from here!" Ma Long glanced at the terminal's schematic and crawled along the passage inward.

The dragon-tornado formed by the blade's radiance slammed into a transparent energy shield, gradually being neutralized—the shield's interior, Chen Jin, remained unscathed.

…At this moment, all were within the cosmic void, freed from the constraints of heavenly and earthly laws; Yu He Dao Ren could now unleash his full power, and the Heaven Gate Lord and Yang Ming were likewise liberated.

After understanding Li Huanxuan's purpose, the man yawned, then politely invited Li Huanxuan into the hall.

"Miss Zhong, farewell!" Ye Xiu's lips curled slightly, a faint smile appearing—he paid no heed to Zhong Xiaoyao's threatening gesture, turned with elegant ease, and strode alone toward the barrier passage at the cave's end.