Chapter 233: Grab and Instantly Refine

Whoosh—whoosh—

A figure hurried swiftly down the corridor of the alchemy pavilion's inner chamber.

Logically, in such a silent place, even the most cautious steps would produce faint sounds.

Yet Wu Wang emitted only the faintest rustle of fabric.

This had also been true when he wandered earlier in the courtyard of the player's residence.

【Heavenly Gang Seven Stars Step】!

【Effect 2 (Silent Step Blade Man): The user can completely conceal their footsteps】

Li Hanzi and the others rushed down together, heading toward the endless ghost realm below. Bai Yunhe and the rest sank their bodies and also flew downward. In an instant, only Li Zhichen and Jiao Tong remained above the boundless ghost realm.

The signature move of Fire Dance Flowing Storm—Meteor Fire Rain—was just ready to launch when he saw a dagger stab fiercely toward him; he panicked, and the Meteor Fire Rain struck straight onto Guan Sha's head.

"There's nothing to regret." The introverted always find it hard to voice their true feelings. But is Dongfang Lüming truly carefree and cheerful now? Not necessarily—perhaps Dongfang's emotions have grown more complex and inexpressible than ever.

"Nothing to lament." Xi Yizheng shook her head; there's still plenty of opportunity. She could simply come again after a few days.

"You bastard!" A curse rang out across the scorching zone. A golden figure dashed left and right, finally retreating and escaping. Drenched in sweat, clothes torn, his golden wings flared as he glared furiously at Lei Yu and his disciples.

Pink Years had already won two matches, but both guilds insisted on a third—so let them fight.

Luo Jinshe had fainted from sheer terror; now that she had awakened, there were no other issues.

Feng Lihua hadn't expected her offhand remark to provoke such anger from Zhu Zhu. She wanted to retort, but upon reflection, she realized she'd gone too far. Her lips moved for a long while, yet no words came out—she simply fell silent and began eating fruit.

A heavily armored camouflage Humvee roared toward them, its distant voice shrill like a bamboo pole's duck call: "Sis! I'm here!" Wild Dragon's hearty laughter echoed continuously—clearly, the group was inside the vehicle.

Hearing my words, Brother Dao's face darkened further; he could tell the invitation was genuine.

"Enough, enough—I'm not dead, what's with all this?" Nie Wudao gave a bitter smile and quickly helped Jiang Zhenguo to his feet.

The silent man had anticipated this—he thrust both arms forward like a praying mantis raising its blades, swinging them upward in a slash.

As Yirou said, in a few days, the Hippolytans would see humanity's answer to their desire to enslave Earth's people.

Xiao Rushi tossed the phone onto her desk and cursed under her breath, though a faint smile soon curled her lips.

Since they'd already offended the Crown Prince, they might as well fight to the death—it might earn them a good reputation among the common folk.

From the shadow on the ground, she saw her master raise his long flute; her heart grew uneasy—could he truly intend to kill her? He used to dote on her—could love really vanish?

If Tian Fang had once had the imperial clan's full backing, the outcome of the Lu family army's struggle would have been far less certain.

Zhang Cheng rubbed his head, surprised that his single remark had produced such a massive impact.

As a streak of crimson blood sprayed into the air, the assassin shuddered and collapsed heavily to the ground with a thud.

Su Ran glanced down at the underground hole—pitch black, nothing visible. He couldn't tell how far Fatty had progressed, whether soul and body were still linked. If he waited any longer, the body would bleed out—what use then was discussing soul-body connection?

The captains erupted in protest; Junil, seeing he couldn't deceive them any longer, returned to his seat with a dark expression.