Chapter 178: It

Zhu Xiaolong, at level two, held back and chose to hold onto the Major Red Pill.

From this detail alone, one can see the difference in playing styles between the Black and White teams.

If Jiang Hong of the White Team had been in that situation, he would have swallowed the Major Red Pill instantly during the exchange, using the ignition to try and secure a kill on Jace.

Zhu Xiaolong’s style is more cautious; he focuses on wearing down the opponent’s health in the first exchange, waiting for the jungler’s second arrival before coordinating a kill.

After exchanging glances, the guards retreated. They had only ten men, while the Ancient Martial Mountain had at least hundreds of disciples—if they forced the issue, they’d never return.

Until today, Bai Jin had been using her spiritual breath to suppress Cai Xin’s technique force, but the force grew stronger with each suppression, until now it had reached the point where it required the true essence of a cultivator to be extracted.

Thus, Xia Feng severed ties between the other forces and Qing Shui Town—he finally had his own team.

Hong Feng glanced down at his chest; the split wound had already healed, though faint traces of the scar remained—but it was essentially fully recovered.

Mu Xiaoxiao said: “You don’t understand: our Ice Illusion Palace’s senior sister vanished suddenly in Immortal Fate City a month ago! That’s why my uncle sent me and the others to search separately, but we’ve found no leads at all.”

Hong Feng was speechless—this girl was unpredictable; one moment she was a gentle beauty, the next she could be as cold as ice.

As expected, the Beast Light Ancestor’s face darkened with shock. “What nonsense are you spouting? How could ancient witch-demons possibly die and be wounded at the same time?”

Meanwhile, the burning mutated tree lurched wildly, shaking like a rampaging beast; its heavy “thud-thud-thud” footsteps made some people involuntarily step back. Worse still, Yan Yun was trapped just nearby—if the tree stepped on him…

“I didn’t want to kill you, but now, I have no choice.” Wang Yuxin spoke, her eyes icy, her inner energy surging.

Yet within the central ring of Yanran City, class divisions were unavoidable—the residents were all nobles and wealthy merchants.

The wind lifted her pale yellow long skirt, revealing her fair ankles, adorned with silver bells.

Saying “my father,” Yu Wu finally loosened her teeth, lifted her head, and grinned—but the smile gave no sense of innocence, only chilling dread.

Murong Dier’s face was swollen on one side, with clear finger marks—no need to guess what had happened.

That day, Shi Xuejiao drank too much, and eventually lost control, revealing everything to Mu Qiongyue.

“Heh, ignoring me.” Li Xing whistled, glancing at a boy behind him. The boy understood, ran onto the stage, yanked down the curtain, and tore it with a sharp rip into two pieces.

The man immediately went out to assign tasks; by the time Long Ye first found this place, they had already left from another location.

“How can that be the same? You’re not a bear, and the bear isn’t you.” Wen Xue huffed, her lips pouted high.

“No need for all that trouble!” Shi Tian said, slowly raising his palm, a surge of wood-element energy emerging from it.

Yet no one could agree on how to fairly divide the meat—everyone hesitated to step forward, none willing to take responsibility.

“Hmph, I must claim my place in your heart, or else when the baby is born, I’ll have even less room.” Dong Yejue said, beginning to undress.

Hou Ying sighed again; he understood in his heart that Gu Du had taken the Sunset Pass with one hundred thousand troops, suffering negligible losses, and now held Lingyu County with sixty thousand. To retake Lingyu County and the Sunset Pass, one would need no fewer than two hundred thousand troops.