Chapter 221: Dungeon Choice! The Final Battle! (Request Subscription)

The livestream room of the Level 2 Dungeon.

"It seems the entire process of the Bride's Castle dungeon is now clear."

A senior figure from the Sword Sect said this.

"Next, we only need to deal with the Bride's Vengeful Woman and Ye Xian."

"Neither of them is simple…"

"This dungeon isn't about who clears it fastest—it's about how completely you progress, isn't it?"

This final conclusion was accepted by all the senior Sword Sect figures.

"Perfect Dao Platform!" As the platform formed, the "Dao Pearl" within it was born. Ning Wuxin's eyes suddenly shot forth emerald-black light; barely had this spiritual radiance appeared when the previously silent jade platform erupted in thunderous resonance.

Changsun Changqing glared fiercely at Gu Yichu, then swept his sleeve and stormed out of the front courtyard, refusing to look back at the others.

Xu Qiu furrowed his brows, dared not act rashly, and moved closer to observe with greater care.

"Forget it—calling them like that, they wouldn't dare come even if they did. Even if they came, they wouldn't dare eat their fill. Xuanwu, go tell the shopkeeper to prepare another meal. You all eat downstairs in the main hall—but stay alert!" After Chu Xiuyuan spoke, the four finally dared to go downstairs for their meal.

Seeing Chu Dongtian refuse to apologize, Feng Wangyou's slightly eased expression darkened again, and killing intent flickered in her eyes.

With that, she tossed the silver directly to a nearby constable, who, quick and nimble, caught the heavy coins, weighed them in his hand, and bowed respectfully to Changsun Changqing with a satisfied smile.

At dusk, when Chu Dongtian returned to the menial quarters, there was not a single drop of blood left on the ground, yet a faint trace of bloodstained odor still lingered in the air.

But after news of the Twin Cities spread, many would still come to Twin Cities—some to witness the legendary monster, others to subdue it for fame and fortune.

Fans, gossip netizens, and numerous media outlets immediately opened this episode; as soon as they did, a clearly nighttime scene appeared, with text reading: "Love is the imagined devotion that endures until white hair."

Guan Qingmu inherited his father's integrity; along the way, he spoke not a word, his back straight as if clad in armor, even while wearing prison garb.

The door was locked—it could not open by itself. It was opened from inside by Wei Renwu, who had just woken up and was about to step out when Yue Ming's momentum was too fierce; Wei Renwu had barely taken one step out when Yue Ming crashed into him, knocking him back into the room.

Now, she understood her brother's intentions, knew how catastrophic this secret society would be for her—but it was already beyond redemption.

But when he took me to the place he intended, I was stunned for a moment—it was a tomb.

During the battle, the Crocodile Demon was thrown into utter disadvantage by Yin Linzi's Five-Color Reversal and Soul-Distorting art. Though the Crocodile Demon's demonic aura and ferocity were formidable, Yin Linzi's spiritual sense and soul were even stronger; upon recalling this technique, he immediately struck the Crocodile God.

Hearing this, Tan Wenliang said nothing more. Dressed in camouflage, she looked strikingly elegant and free-spirited—that was her demeanor.

"Mr. Wei, do you think my mother could be in Dongtou County?" Yue Ming worried he might make the trip for nothing.

Feng Yue frowned, her sorrow unrelieved; at the sight of Guan Canghai's skeletal remains, tears welled up again.

The Long family's spirit communication art is not as simple as seeing ghosts with the naked eye—they can touch spiritual forms and, through thought, perceive the deceased's past lives. The skill's mastery is measured thus: experts can commune with any spirit, but Long Xilan's ability is mediocre and often fails.

She believed Mo Gongyi had not known of it at first, but later learned—and because he loved her, he concealed it for her. She still remembered every ounce of devotion that man had shown her.