Chapter 183

As the scene before his eyes flickered, the once sunlit world instantly darkened, and he found himself within a primeval forest. Towering, dark oaks stretched across the hills and valleys, densely packed, blocking all sunlight beneath their leaves, plunging the entire forest into gloom.

The Blade Slave heard this and wanted to say something, but then he remembered that Han Baichi, a direct disciple of Han Liang, was preparing to pretend to be a fool—and as an outsider, he had no reason to insist on being stubborn, so he fell silent.

Huangfu Sheng held the note in his hand, and Wu Ming only then noticed there were more characters on the back—but they had been erased. Only a special method could reveal them. That must have been content Fei Yan didn't want Huangfu Sheng to see.

"Over three million, and I won it. Do exactly as I say right now—exchange these chips for cash, pack it up, and hand it to me. Move quickly, or I'll blow your head off."

Such precious pills are typically treated as strategic resources, controlled by major powers; even members of the Black Water Alliance likely couldn't exchange them freely as they pleased.

Mr. He was not of the Altar of Sacrifice, yet he could stand on equal footing with it—indeed, he represented the strength of their demonic race.

The Die Dragon Dao side had six people, all True Yuan Realm cultivators; the most powerful among them was a middle-aged man at True Yuan Realm peak.

Facing a dire situation, Bian Fenghan roared, exerting every ounce of strength and deploying all the spiritual arts he could muster. A radiant wall shaped like a divine dragon stretched before Xilan. At this life-or-death moment, Bian Fenghan still chose to use every spiritual art to counter Xilan's Mending Needle.

The palace door swung open, and a stern face emerged from the shadows, illuminated by violet lightning that lit his profile.

He dodged aside, but failed to match the speed of the attack, stumbled over his own other foot, and fell clumsily to the ground, rolling to one side.

Zhu Que needed time to calm down. She had to sort out the full sequence of events and devise a solution.

As if countless fine needles were nailed into iron plates, a thin sword aura shielded the boy's body, and as he vanished into the wild grass, he disappeared from sight.

Shui Longyan's head throbbed painfully, yet she forced herself to stay alert—otherwise, if she kept sleeping like this, she'd truly fall into decay.

But upon reflection, he felt this possibility unlikely. Logically, Bai Xiao's strong-willed nature didn't resemble someone who'd be drawn to a man of this type, let alone an ordinary one.

Huang Chiyan smiled faintly. He had thought this man's acquaintance was noble, but it turned out he'd simply approached because of a pot of wine—this was rather amusing.

"Indeed, as long as one is human, one will never lack ambition," sighed the Black Water Valley Master.

"Come on, are you stupid? If we dared come in, how could we possibly be unprepared? Why don't you tell us first why you're targeting the Moon Void Palace disciples?" Tang Chao always felt something sinister was at play.

The two came here merely to seek meat. If someone had laid a ladder, wouldn't you climb down it?

Jiang Yan advanced directly, activating Magic Reflection. The purple electric dragon struck him, dealing 1089 damage, and a red flash vanished instantly; Xiao Feng Can Yue also shuddered, her shield's durability dropping slightly.

You Ning raised an eyebrow slightly and smiled. "I'm Tao Qi's friend—why do you think I'd harm him?" She pondered briefly and understood.

To be a qualified intelligence merchant, one naturally spends more time lurking in darkness, rarely appearing on the surface.

Therefore, if other contestants were competing, the live audience would never demand they choose a hero for the match.

"Cut to the point. Even the Dragon Emperor's Edict doesn't bind me… much less the Human Emperor's Edict," Ning Ze snapped, his patience worn thin today.

Liu He's face turned grim. He had never imagined Zhao Yun, who looked so loyal and honest, would refuse his request so bluntly. Had he grown unfamiliar with modern Han terms from spending too long among the Hu people—or had Zhao Yun simply grown smarter?

Dong Yue Qingjun fell silent, reaching out to touch the dark tresses on her shoulder, but his hand hovered midair before finally dropping.

"Amitabha…" The old monk's voice was extremely hoarse. He solemnly chanted a Buddha's name, then gazed at the Demon Monkey with complex emotion.

"Fine clothes, rich food, sleeping soundly in comfort—is that what you call understanding? Is that how you comprehend the hardships of soldiers?!" Cao Cao rebuked.

Including the Elder who fought desperately in the starry void, and the Battle Saints still trapped within the radiant space, unable to escape.

Luo, as deputy commander, naturally knew this—that was precisely why he reacted with such fury. So he unhesitatingly swore a military oath; the matter was indeed urgent.

Tong Guai's mind kept replaying how foreign public security was poor, how many travelers were murdered in hotels—and now he trembled with fear.

"Damn it!" The masked man, after several rounds with Sun Wei, realized he was outmatched, leapt upward, and vanished into the surrounding light walls.

Leng Xing smiled faintly, glancing at Zhou Wanxin and the other disciples. Of the five, all except the second disciple Ting Han showed eager expressions—especially Qing Yun, whose big eyes blinked rapidly at Leng Xing, brimming with anticipation.

After administering the pill to Ba Dao, Zhang Fan carefully examined his injuries. All wounds had stopped bleeding, and the ones Zhang Fan had sealed had been reopened—but now came the trouble: under Zhang Fan's Frost Silence strike, Ba Dao's injuries were far worse than this.

"Xue Yi, look—which one do you think looks better?" The room was filled with bridal gowns; even looking at them brought a festive feeling. Lan Xi asked with a smile.

Liu Ning hadn't changed clothes today; she still wore her professional attire, her long hair pinned up, revealing a delicate face.