Chapter 195: Your Highness, You Don't Look Too Well?

"Level 19 would be one thing, but what the hell is this level 10 business?"

"The Spirit Calamity game just won't let people live, will it?"

"Is this dungeon's nightmare coming from the party members?"

Apart from Zijin and the bookboy, two high-level players, no one spoke.

The other three couldn't help but exchange shocked comments.

They had never encountered a situation in a single dungeon where the level gap was so vast.

For a moment, they were somewhat baffled.

This is hard—

Mu Yichen took the formation token and examined it carefully, but couldn't make anything out of it, so he tried channeling spiritual energy into it. The formation token lit up with a beam of light, and the jade token actually transformed into the shape of a key.

Kun Peng gazed at the lovely, smiling graceful figure before him, and a trace of infatuation unconsciously surfaced in his eyes. But suddenly hearing Kun Xuan'er's words, he first froze, then his eyes were replaced by a thick, seething hatred.

"Wait, big shot, you're joining the fight too?" Jian Shiqi blurted out instinctively, reaching out to stop him.

Jin Xiaoman felt that this time she was definitely done for—not only done for, but bound to die in a truly wretched way. Three wolves—she probably wouldn't even have a corpse left.

The situation over there wasn't good, and honestly the situation over here wasn't good either. Both sides were currently in a very frenzied stage.

At the Ye family, in the training ground below the mountain, once these words were spoken, the many Ye family disciples who had originally been stirred with excitement immediately united in shared indignation and began cheering on Ye Long and his group who had stepped into the field.

Uncle De, Yan Xiong, and even those black-armored warriors would never forget that utterly shameless grinning face from moments ago.

It was truly hard to imagine that such peculiar emotions would appear simultaneously on the very same face—this was somewhat inconceivable.

Gong Wuxie finished putting on his sleeping robe and discovered that the white dumpling on the soft couch had actually turned into a pink dumpling, its fluffy little ears still twitching.

Seeing him in that state, I could only shrug helplessly: "What, has a fox spirit drained you dry these past few days?" I said with a laugh.

Amid the crowd's cheers, Ximen Jing finished his eighth round and knocked down two more. On the bar counter under the swaying lights, the bartender set out eighteen glasses, and two bartenders, bottles of various liquors in hand, filled them to the brim.

I had originally planned to get up and take my leave at this point, but seeing Zhang Dexiang looking so scared and lost at this moment, I still sat in the living room, intending to wait until the police arrived before deciding what to do.

Strangely, however, most of the disciples who had made it into the finals seemed rather unwilling to mention the name Qin Feng.

He agreed with Seven Ghost Granddad's words—if all of this was a conspiracy and everyone was being used by the Wraith Reaper, then they truly had to break these so-called rules.

"Lady Ye San, please make proper preparations over the next two days; I will send someone to fetch you in two days." Shen Muqing finished speaking and turned to leave, but as she turned, she glanced at Feng Yin, who gave a subtle nod.

As if dawn were breaking, that blazing white light pierced through the ten-thousand-li sword scar, illuminating this stretch of land once more.

It's just that because the law and social morals wouldn't permit it, the ways they amassed wealth were all done in the shadows, so relatively speaking they kept a much lower profile, that's all.

This thing, inexplicably placed in this position—after seeing it, I naturally remained quite on guard.

In the end, everyone discovered that not only could she not see Junzizhen cry, with no one to hold her she cried, but once the lights were turned off at night and darkness set in, she cried even harder.

Actually, many times, one only needs to change one's way of thinking, and the will can grasp life and death. For those who leapt down, this was not death, but entering the Mountain God's embrace, fighting the demons alongside the Mountain God—this was another kind of eternity, and one they themselves had chosen.

Not knowing how long had passed, a thunderous boom rang through Zhu Wang Xiao's mind, and Zhu Wang Xiao snapped back from that mysterious and unfathomable state.