Chapter 83

It could be said that the current captain of the Black Bone Pirates, Hall, had pinned all hopes of reversal on these two men, and on the Black Finger.

Sun Lushan shook off his horse-hoof sleeve and bowed deeply to Ba Yi, his face creased from too many smiles.

Blood Rice Lotus, a treasure leading to True Martial Masterhood, is extraordinarily precious; even a True Martial Realm cultivator would benefit from consuming it, and competition for it would surely be fierce.

"Cough, cough! Can everyone hear me out?" Seeing the crowd move to follow, Manager Du extended his arm to block them.

Yu Hu quickly thanked him, and as he straightened up, he accidentally caught sight of Sun Fu's feet exposed beneath his robe—his shoes looked familiar to Yu Hu, and suddenly he remembered the pair he had seen at Jin Toad's house… Yu Hu smiled faintly.

After glancing at Yu Hu, he turned and left the room; those waiting outside immediately gathered around. Seeing Kangxi's unusual expression, none dared ask, only accompanying him back.

She deeply appreciated Ji Liao's thoughtfulness—he had anticipated her need for a cloak in advance. She also thought of how much he must have exhausted himself these past days for her sake, and now finally had time to relax by playing the qin. Her eyes nearly welled with tears, but she held them back.

If I open it, I must return to Nanlin; if I don't open it, Wang Yi may not survive until tomorrow. How should I choose?

The last iron-crowned eagle arrived last; before it could dive to attack, its kin had already fallen. Its beastly instinct told it that the humanoid below was not something it could provoke. After circling the air several times, it simply turned and fled, vanishing swiftly along its original path.

Thinking of this, Li Ruyi couldn't help but regret it—why had she let her head get hot and come here to die? Li Ruyi had absolutely no desire to go to the battlefield.

The only thing that gave them pause was the strange nightfall that had just enveloped ten thousand li, but to the several Pretender Emperors, such a treasure could likely be used only once or twice; unless it was an Ultimate Emperor Artifact, it posed no real threat to them.

Actually, Li Tianle was quite excited to discover this sect—he wanted to turn it into his own playground.

"Brother! Nie Feng—it's Nie Feng!" His voice was weak, but he still raised one finger toward Nie Feng.

"So what? Today I'll find a solution acceptable to both of us…" Ye Chen said.

Ye Fan's sudden outburst startled Li Yanping. When he recovered, he grew even angrier—he'd been frightened by such a worthless trash? How humiliating.

Yet over these millions of years, as they had guarded it generation after generation, they had forgotten the legend—but had benefited greatly from it, and now they could no longer let go of the divine beast's seal.

Ultimately, everything—his father and mother—had protected him in their own way.

"Big Brother! You finally came!" Fang Bingbing flung herself onto the man, rubbing her ample curves against him, her saccharine voice making Ye Fan spit out the beer he'd just swallowed.

Ye Chen had won a temporary victory, but his injuries were severe—his spiritual sea was in chaos, his meridians all damaged; under normal circumstances he would have been crippled. Only his Nascent Soul's desperate maintenance, combined with Hai Jun's utter disregard for medicinal herbs, had saved him.

The kind, honest Min Geng tribespeople saw nothing wrong with Qin Guanglin, a human, serving as the tribe's shaman.

Unfortunately, its speed was a fraction too slow—by the time its attack landed, Old Huangpi had already moved.

Huang Zhen nodded and smiled: "Tiantian has grown so tall! Has your Cultivation Technique improved?" As he spoke, he patted Zheng Tiantian's head.

Finally, Lin Lang, along with Tanlang and Tian Di Xuan Huang, bought several large stones around the formation to stabilize its foundation before heading back.

Jiang Yu picked up a matching hat from beside him and placed it on Jiang Baobei's head. Her originally adorable outfit now looked even softer and cuter, drawing the attention of nearby mothers.

Cold Fenghua's once-mysterious face had lost its usual haughty glow; his complexion was gray, his eyes dull.

You have to understand, this game isn't just players who have class distinctions—these NPCs have classes too. If you use weapons from another class, you cannot use your own class skills; aside from slightly higher stats, you're no different from an ordinary person.

But in the future, he'd inevitably have to hide and run like a rat crossing the street—and that was something Li Cha refused to accept.

"It's none of my business if she won't eat! I brought it to her room—how dare she complain it's cold?" On such a hot day, what's wrong with eating something cold?

Lin Fan's body reappeared before the five men, his palm striking each of their bodies instantly.

He quickly took off his glasses, blinked, and looked again—the scenery returned to normal; what he'd just seen seemed like an illusion.

Do you really think the Murong family will protect you? By then, you might be beheaded in your sleep by your own family.

To Master Cui, as long as a name was known, investigating Lin Feng's identity became much easier.

So I hurried to the washbasin, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on my face and forehead hair, helping me recover from the earlier tension.

Xin Xin led her sister to the sofa, turned on the TV, pulled out snacks, ate while watching, all with practiced ease.

Previously, when visiting her room, he hadn't paid close attention, but now with time to spare, Shangguan Jingyu noticed the photo album on the table.