Chapter 80

79, the Stiff Lion (1/3)

Could it really be, as Xiao Yun had whispered to him, that she abandoned the Xiao family’s status and eloped with Chen Mu?

The furious power of the Three Pure Fires instantly burned the opponent’s body to shards, leaving a scent of charred flesh in the air.

He stared at her with dark, piercing eyes, long enough to confirm she truly dared not move—then finally relaxed.

"Fight! Hit them hard!" a wealthy second-generation cheered, eager for chaos.

But in that fleeting instant when her eyes turned cold, Cui Shi knew she hadn’t listened.

That is, using your phone for just a few minutes keeps your brain stimulated for a long time, making it hard to fall asleep even after lying in bed for hours.

“If things go like this, the early game will be brutal!” Liu Feng stayed silent, so Xia Jia continued, glancing at him. The implication: Can’t you, Great Master, at least voice an opinion?

He lit a warding lamp, destroyed the enemy’s scout lamp, then placed his own scout lamp on the enemy’s high ground—only for Zhou Yu to immediately destroy it.

Nearby buildings were pierced through, reduced to piles of rubble. Jiang Yan roared in fury; Wang Fukun’s words had ignited her rage beyond endurance, and she struck without hesitation.

Relying on his stat points and a pair of cloth shoes, Liu Chan, upon reaching level three, began testing the enemy duo’s health. In top lane, if he could drain both enemies below half health, he’d be confident enough to kill them outright.

The moment he stepped into the rat hole, Linghu Shuo suddenly thought: Hmm, am I the first person ever to crawl into a rat hole?

Linghu Shuo and Bai Yi rushed out without pause. As Linghu Shuo reached to close the door, he happened to notice a note stuck to it.

She simply couldn’t find her personal herb garden, so she clung to a sliver of hope and appealed to the system.

If this situation continues for over a year, it’s unimaginable how disastrous Yuan Dian’s Q1 financial report will be next year.

Do they have the resource bias of Fangcun Capital’s entertainment industry chain? Do they have unlimited, cost-blind traffic operations? Do they have countless fanbase followers offering unconditional support?

Chen Dong shook his head slightly, pulled out his phone, and sent Linghu Shuo a red envelope worth a thousand yuan right before his eyes.

Inside the tavern, noise surged. In the past, only Zhenzhen cultivators came for a few drinks; lower-level cultivators bought their wine and left immediately. But now, none of that mattered.

Ruan Yuchen didn’t let her drink too much water—she had just woken up, and drinking too much at once wasn’t suitable.

“Bai Rao, if you get rich and have too much money to spend, you can ask me to help you get rid of it,” Linghu Shuo said brazenly.

But being bitten or scratched by a zombie one level higher still carries the risk of zombification—and the greater the level gap, the higher the chance.

“Do you think we can successfully rebuild our defensive structures on the moon?” Xiao Menglou, who normally never spoke up, suddenly broke his silence.

Peng Mo watched how her third brother hadn’t stopped smiling since meeting Roujia, and couldn’t help asking: “Third brother, are you really this happy?” Love’s power was indeed great—even the icy third brother had transformed, smiling at everyone, leaving the maids and old nurses utterly astonished.

The pain even a mid-tier beast like the Stone Monkey could barely endure made Hao Tiangu dog’s heart race and flesh tremble.

“Good. After distributing the resettlement allowance, send them immediately to the Training Corps for unified instruction,” Chen Ning ordered.

“Second Patriarch, this time, can you finally remove the poison from Liu Li?” In the grand hall, Chen Yi spoke loudly.

For Yamazaki Saki, who aimed to dominate the Asian server, this was utterly unacceptable—after level 80, each level requires massive experience, impossible to regain in a short time.

As guards, it was their duty to stand by when the steward was beaten—how could they remain passive? They dared not confront Peng Hao due to his status, so they stepped forward to block him and shield the screaming, writhing steward.

Recalling the Magmatic Clan warrior who had been chewed and swallowed alive, their faces turned pale.

Ye Feng suddenly understood. No wonder his body had reacted so violently upon seeing that blood plasma—the faint aroma drifting out had already boosted his flesh power so much; how much more intense would the effect be when facing the blood plasma in its true form? For his body not to crave it would have been strange.

Thus, a strange scene emerged on the arena: both sides continuously unleashed illusionary attacks and defenses. This wasn’t odd in itself—after all, both were illusionists, so illusionary combat was natural.

The Mean Way is neither good nor evil, neither right nor wrong; it seeks only simplicity and purity—the essence of Dao, the essence of Yin and Yang.

Since its founding, the Zhan Sect has grown to a hundred thousand disciples, with believers scattered across the land, becoming the third-largest sect after Daoism and Buddhism.

Mu Qing paused, having assumed that after reuniting with the shadow guards, he’d return to Feixue Manor—yet now she told him to accompany her to the Ministry of Justice. He was surprised, yet secretly pleased, and nodded gently.

This was Qian Qian’s first large-scale battle since becoming Ji Chongjing’s bodyguard. She felt she must perform well, to prove that the training she’d endured in camp hadn’t been wasted—that she was truly teachable.

In Zhu Ri’s words, Yu Weiyan seized on those two keywords. She knew Bailli Wuchen had a Ghost Division—entirely composed of hired assassins—but what was this secret division? Was it an intelligence-gathering unit?