Chapter 296: Brawl

"Next time I don't reply to your messages, it's definitely because I'm busy—no need to worry about me."

Shen Siyuan could also consider it a warm-up for his future travels to cultivate.

"Mm, I understand, but did you really cultivate the whole night?"

The reason Ruan Hongzhuang asked this was that she had just gone into the room and found the bed showed no signs of having been slept in at all.

"Yes."

"Working this hard? Doesn't cultivating feel exhausting and tedious?" Ruan Hongzhuang was a little curious.

In other words, with my current strength, the enemy Captain I face is still the same enemy Captain from the first battle.

With this, the loot distribution is finally complete; the biggest winners this time are undoubtedly our Storm Guild, Drunk Lanlan, Mantou, and I—we all obtained new weapons.

The Primeval Era—that was an age brimming with mystery and inspiring awe; no one knew what the Primeval Era actually looked like. Whether it was the strong ones of the Zhou Tian world they inhabited or those of the Ancient Desolation world, they knew very little about that age.

"Alright, no problem." Old Iron's reply was crisp and decisive. With that done, Chu Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Old Iron and Linghu Lan, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to explain things clearly to Old Iron first, because it concerned the matter of the black mandala tattoo—Chu Yan felt Old Iron needed to know about this.

"Xiao Han! Can you give us a little information about your best product?" Leng Yan sidled up to Xiao Han and asked softly.

Li Xiang pressed deeper and deeper in. Those skeleton guards and Forgotten simply couldn't withstand Li Xiang. The place where Li Xiang finally stopped was already a level-45 monster no player had ever reached—the Dark Prayer.

Zhongtian Villa had a total of three entrances on the east, south, and west. To prevent chaos and Zhang Cheng's escape, he sealed off the east and south gates for two days, leaving only the west gate open. He then brought out a chair to watch the show, and even found time to brew himself a cup of coffee. As the aroma spread, Ling Tian's fingers waved lightly.

If this situation dragged on, Su Chuanfang's eighteenth birthday would have already passed long ago.

Oh! Some people who didn't know Ma Zhanshan began whispering among themselves. Ma Qian'an and the other three didn't know Ma Zhanshan either, but after hearing Ma Zhanshan announce his name, they had to show some courtesy—after all, Old Ma would be their superior in the future, and etiquette absolutely had to be thorough.

"Please, my lord, this way." After a few turns, an exquisite city appeared. The city wasn't large, but it gave one the feeling of being alive—exquisitely clever, like a work of art.

She naturally had no intention of killing Chen Mo. If Chen Mo couldn't dodge in time, she would immediately pull back her force—she only meant to defeat him.

Their roars carried tremendous impact, surging with killing intent, resolute and unwavering, showing not the slightest trace of fear.

Since the Heavenly Court was established, the Lingxiao Hall had become the place where the demon race handled important affairs. At the highest point, two seats stood side by side, while below stretched a vast great hall.

Jiang Xiao held the Crystal of Spacetime and focused his gaze, sweeping it over. Just as Jiang Ling had said, it was filled with countless laws concerning spacetime. Judging by this crystal alone, it could at least be considered a supreme treasure.

Among the slaves there were schemers like Nakagawa Masaharu, and also ordinary people forced by circumstance—you simply couldn't tell from the surface alone. So Lü Shu also planned to wait and see.

But Sun Zhongyang was getting a bit anxious, because he calculated the time and distance. Watching the Imperial Dragon Elite Guard, in just over twenty days they would very likely be at the walls of the Western Capital. If he hadn't arrived by then, or hadn't arrived before Lü Shu killed Duanmu Huangqi, then their defection would be completely meaningless.

Hope flared again in Xu You's heart. If it didn't matter, why would Ying Tu care?

As his words fell, Valley Wind raised his hand and struck out a streak of spiritual light, about to ring the pagoda bell to signal the end of the examination.

Seeing this, the black bird trembled even more violently. From that blue bird, it sensed an absolute suppression—clearly the other's origins were far stronger than its own, completely beyond what an ordinary demon beast like itself could oppose. So, no longer caring about attacking Ye Chunyang, it flapped its wings trying to escape.