Chapter 110

"White Tiger General, Zhengshen of the Dui Palace. Follow my Seven Qi, slay and cut down demonic essences."

This is the Mountain Thunder Talisman; named Mountain, but in truth it is Metal.

When the incantation ended, the yellow talisman ignited spontaneously; beams of golden light, radiating sharpness, appeared out of thin air, carrying violet lightning power, like swords piercing straight along the demonic energy’s trail.

"Essence of Li Fire, Spirit of the South. Follow my Three Qi, burn and obliterate demonic essences."

This is the Fire Thunder Talisman; the attribute of flame in xianxia novels.

But sending the cola here for Jing Xu to check was wise: first, to confirm it was merely harmless sedative; second, going to the hospital would bring endless trouble, and Su Mo wasn’t around to speak for him—luckily, Jing Xu had a bad temper but reliable medical skill.

Zhang Jun didn’t look injured at all—he was jumping around the ward, wolfing down food, chatting and laughing with his father, his smile dazzling.

The ancient gods did exactly this, but a single accident made them step on a sharp stone.

Otherwise, like now—if she truly wanted to tease him, it would take only a glance, a single word.

She glanced outside at the sky and realized it was dark—had he been sitting there staring at her the whole time?

She turned and walked forward; Yunzhou City after the third watch was as desolate as an empty city—not a single shadow to be seen.

Only after she left his office did he look at his empty palm and involuntarily smile bitterly.

"Jiang Le!" Jiang Yisheng gripped me tightly in his arms, howling like a beast that had lost its hunting skill, heart-shattering.

Wrong to err, wrong to stay silent, wrong to act, wrong to refrain—unworthy to provoke, impossible to flee—utterly wretched helplessness.

Besides, she’d only just moved here; she’d only ever boiled water in the kitchen, never even thought of using it—how could she have prepared pots, pans, bowls, chopsticks, or even oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar?

When he reached level three, Liu Bei suddenly surged forward, nearly landing a kill on Meng Xin Xianying. After that, Meng Xin Xianying dared not show herself again, hiding behind the minion line, casting skills while using the last-hit stick to farm.

In a swift motion, he raised his strong arm, the wide sleeve sweeping up a blinding silver-white light, rushing toward Wu Mei.

The entire space trembled violently; even the ground hundreds of meters away shook, as if an earthquake had struck, stones rolling uncontrollably across the surface.

One of them was on the far left, the other on the far right, with considerable distance between them. After watching them, I began searching for my own spot.

"That damn guy is such a classic arrogant guy! What a waste—Heaven gave him such a handsome face, sigh..." She remained lost in her muttering; after cursing, she felt a sudden pang of melancholy.

But these nine below aren’t easy to deal with—ordinary weapons seem useless against them?

Xiao Shan blurted it out without thinking, but Lin Kexin and Li Lili both thought he was flirting with Lin Kexin—only Xiao Shan knew he was speaking to the ring: Brother, I’ve seen it again, like the stars across the sky, so beautiful. Xiao Shan was entranced, leaning close to Lin Kexin’s neck to kiss the ring.

Jing Zhengya and Wei Feiluan looked at Liu Feng with deep emotion. Just a few days ago, he was their opponent in the game; now, he was a teammate.

But after arriving here and witnessing it firsthand, they understood one truth: duels between cultivators are not something you can witness anytime, anywhere.

Teammates rushed from every corner of the field, piling onto Ding Yue, shouting her name. Half a minute later, they slowly returned to their own half from the opponent’s zone. Ding Yue raised her thumb toward Gardier.

Jia Qianqian stared blankly at the scene before her, her body trembling uncontrollably—every death here was tied to her, all caused by her.