Chapter 457

On Daixue Island, blazing Great Sun True Fire raged, and within the golden flames, the Ninth Mountain Patriarch screamed, his cries piercing and agonizing, tearing at the heart.

This matter truly isn’t the Patriarch’s fault for being so fragile.

What Zheng Fa is doing now is roughly equivalent to performing surgery on the Ninth Mountain Patriarch… without anesthesia.

Thinking of this, he turned to Zhang Shijie and said, “Sister, next time let’s add a hallucination or something—this is too horrifying to listen to.”

Within the flames, the Ninth Mountain Patriarch shuddered all over.

Seeing Mo Ke himself stepping onto the battlefield, Dao Zhenzi and the others turned pale, rising to their feet—when suddenly, Mo Ke’s voice reached their ears.

“No, no, Xiao Xian, don’t touch that—it’s high voltage!” Qiao Minshan grabbed Xin Yifan.

Shi Hun barely blocked the spear, but the overwhelming force sent Ye Han’s body flying through the air, crashing heavily far away and kicking up a cloud of dust.

The wine delivered came in giant casks—eleven casks total, each weighing a full ton! Two thousand two hundred jin in all—and the winery owner threw in over a dozen one-jin bottles as gifts. Just the wine cost nearly a hundred thousand kuai.

After all, this was the opportunity Robert had patiently waited for since joining the X Consortium, and he believed it might be his only chance to match wits with Bi Qianmo.

For ten thousand years, the Southern Frontier had never known war; its flora thrived, spiritual energy abounded, and mountains and rivers remained unchanged. But the Northern Wasteland Empire was utterly different—constant warfare had shattered its land, leaving everywhere barren, desolate, and bleak, especially now, during this unprecedented crisis.

But after running only a few steps, he had to stop—ahead lay a steep cliff, with no other path available.

Lin Yifeng saw that the Beijing Amusement Park’s haunted house was built with remarkable distinctiveness; its exterior resembled a European medieval countryside villa, a style Lin Yifeng had seen many times during missions in Europe and still remembered vividly.

“No, no, no, Xiao Xiao, you misunderstood me,” Du Caimei said with a mysterious air.

Without waiting for tomorrow, Song Zheng seized the moment and rushed to Changle Village, where Dai Qiang pulled him into Dai Dong’s house.

At the moment Mo Liancheng’s purple qi collided with Zi Changtian’s spiritual energy, the earth trembled violently, as if the end had come. As Mo Liancheng and Zi Changtian clashed, they were suddenly struck by other attacks—bodies flung outward, crashing into the ground and dragged hundreds of meters, leaving long, deep grooves.

Before dealing with Yuan Er, that person would first eliminate her—because they feared she might interfere.

What the hell do the Captain and Vice-Captain of the Dragon God Corps think they’re doing? Is this how they treat guests?

Dai Dong and Zhang Zhiyuan fumbled for a long time before finally finding traces on one side of the pond.

After a while, at the critical moment, the Old Man experienced a unique, unprecedented sensation—tears he could not shed.

“Naturally, it’s my Northern Desert’s hundred-thousand-strong army invading Great Chu,” Helian Wei sneered, his gaze as ruthless as a conqueror’s. He glanced at her once, then turned and strode away.

But he’d also heard about Jian Qianqian and Qiao Qi—perhaps Qiao Qi would one day become his brother-in-law… Just on that basis alone, he should hope Qiao Qi thrived, not keep scheming how to defeat him.

The long sword turned into a streak of light under the bright sun, exceeding the speed of sound and forming a white shockwave; it overtook its target and pierced the Golden Cloud Eagle clean through the abdomen. The sword’s momentum weakened slightly but still shot dozens of meters upward before reluctantly falling under gravity, while the eagle flapped a few times and dropped first.

Mo Yunyu quickly swallowed a pill to restore his spiritual energy. The two golems guarded him, killing any beast that dared approach.

Lin Xian wasn’t surprised by Banruo’s term for him—he likely assumed it was just some regional dialect for “sister.”