Chapter 677: Spring Mountains of Guishan, Capital of Shan

Above her head stretched a blue sky, the sun high overhead, with white clouds swirling around the mermaid Xiao Yu.

A thousand zhang below lay a vast, pitch-black ocean, its end invisible to the naked eye.

"This must be the source of the Liusha River!"

She had moved too fast through the rapids; after shooting out of the "waterfall," inertia carried her gliding dozens of li through the air.

Yet beneath her still stretched an endless black ocean.

The ocean was filled with things she knew well.

Since neither side understood the other well, when banning players, they could only target opponents based on their past performances in matches.

The Combat Club! All three tensed—this was the name of a bloody arena, the largest fighting pit in the black market, steeped in the cruelty and madness of countless gamblers.

As plans often change, Lu Shan, who had originally intended to return the next day, stayed until noon of the third day to accommodate Chengzi's feelings.

Even through the screen, everyone could clearly sense the sharpness of the green wind blades; for Lu Shan, gripping the spear directly, the sensation was even more acute.

At this moment, Lu Shan's entire body was stronger by an incalculable margin compared to just moments ago; only in this state could he unleash his full power, for his current bone strength could not yet support the full expression of his abilities.

For a moment, Chen Liang regretted not having investigated Xia Chen more thoroughly.

At that moment, Qi Ling's door opened softly; through the gap, Lao Guo and Sai Zhuge could be seen peering into the living room. When they saw nothing amiss and noticed Qi Ling holding an envelope, Lao Guo pushed Sai Zhuge out.

The explosives laid in the tunnel had been specially modified by Ling Hun in several places, ensuring they would not trigger a major explosion.

Chen Yulin was still fast asleep, her jade leg clutching the quilt, arms outstretched, her chest prominently raised—even lying down, her bosom's grandeur was unmistakable.

He had originally worried they might have brought many reinforcements, but now he saw it was only thirty people.

Some even suspected the two had an affair, and unconsciously glanced over at Mo Wutian.

"Do you really trust that old witch?" Liu Hanyan furrowed her brows; she trusted Lin Yun, but not Su Qianqian—after all, the latter's reputation was far too foul.

"Xia Shan, what do you want from me?" Xia Shihao said to Xia Shan with a forced smile.

"I brought you coffee. I know you drink a cup every night—I brewed it myself," Chen Shiru said with a smile.

Bei Xiangzhi was far calmer; he had already sensed something strange about today's events and felt something was off about this wedding.

Lin Yun's face darkened slightly—was this girl truly clueless, or pretending to be? Didn't she realize such behavior was wildly inappropriate? Didn't she fear I might lose control and pin her down?

When they regrouped, had it not been for their caution regarding "Mo Shangyun and Yan Tianxing's ambiguous relationship," they would have surely draped arms over Mo Shangyun's shoulders as they walked.

Qin Hao paused, then let it go—this was Ye Linghua, who had lived on the mountain for over twenty years without leaving, yet knowing everything happening in the outside world was trivial; it was no surprise he knew something about Qin Hao.

Yet he found the people surrounding him utterly irritating! How dare they block his path? He truly wanted to kill them all, obliterate them! Mo Wutian's expression turned grim, his body radiating a chilling aura that seemed capable of freezing those nearby into ice; he struck the man blocking his way with crushing force.

Lin Hao stared thoughtfully at Li Feng's lovely face, wondering what he was plotting in his mind.