Volume One, Chapter 23: The Dispute

"If my divine power is not enough to annihilate you, then I shall annihilate your soul!" Ji Yuchang hardened his heart, and the golden light radiating from his body grew even more blinding, swallowing the very heavens and earth.

"You have misunderstood; we are here under orders to protect you," one of the men in sunglasses said. His voice was raspy, filled with the same raw power as the muscles beneath his clothes.

The pile of level 70 undead monsters grew ever larger, yet Chen Hao fought on alone, fearless. Initially, he had been caught in a predicament because his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the city battle, leaving him unable to focus on countering the undead. Now, with his heart and soul fully engaged, his movements and attacks flowed as one, and he felt incredibly at ease.

The final strike was the most agonizing. Raising his right hand high, he brought it down viciously, burying the dagger deep into Heaven’s chest.

Suddenly, she switched to a high-attack dagger. With a single strike, Chengfeng Wanli's health bar immediately dropped by half.

"What, am I not allowed to come?" Ariel asked, her large eyes fixed on Chen Long with a strange expression.

"Very well, I want to ask you: exactly how does one break through to the Celestial Immortal realm?" Xu Hong asked straightforwardly.

Zhang Yang shook his head, snapped open his folding fan, and with an incredibly thick skin and no hint of a blush, watched the swordsman fight.

Upon hearing this, Yu’er smiled and nodded. She walked over to Murong Yan, placed the tea down, bowed, and exited.

"Your Highness, Zhu Jin is truly generous. He gave a gift worth one hundred thousand strings of cash right off the bat," Jianxi said, his eyes gleaming.

The Flame Giant’s body was sliced open by the Blazing Magic Sword as if it were cutting through dry wood, and the blade continued its trajectory toward Stiyl. Just as the sword tip was about to pierce Stiyl, the tip of the Seven-Days-Seven-Blades extended from the side, deflecting the magic sword far away.

The six strongest masters of the Nine Gates realm did not intervene in this slaughter. Standing ten thousand feet in the air, they simply watched in silence. Agan seemed to be observing a performance, though this particular spectacle appeared somewhat bloody and terrifying.

He licked his lips, his craving for alcohol stirring. He longed to push the door open and have a hearty drink with the person inside.

"Um... Hei Zi, you should take a rest too," a familiar voice interrupted Hei Zi's recollections.

"Hehe, don't get angry. I will handle the hiring, but the people must be reliable. Don't let them run off after learning everything, causing trouble for the restaurant!" Lin Feng said with a smile.

"It is done. You may take it now." Flosen and Ye Fenjun exchanged a nod. They handed over one million two hundred thousand in gold notes, along with the title deeds and land deeds for the Haitian Supreme Restaurant, to Lin Feng.

This guest room was not only Caster's temporary residence, but also the core of the "temple" she had constructed. Just like a mage's workshop, as long as she was within this room, her combat power would be greatly enhanced, and she could even use sorcery to achieve feats that would normally require true magic.

For instance, one moment she had been watching satellites from the height of outer space, and the next, in a blink of an eye, she was back in her familiar dormitory.

Hearing Old Nine say it was possible to go home, I realized Old Nine must have seen his actions, so I didn't take it too much to heart.

Words like "flower-like beauty," "shaming the flowers and eclipsing the moon," and "causing fish to sink and geese to fall" were insufficient to describe her beauty. Chen Feng tried his hardest to find an adjective in his mind to describe her, but after pondering for a long time, he helplessly realized that not a single word could capture her exquisite face.

"Urgh..." Ron couldn't help but groan in pain. The cold tip of the sword pierced through the Iron-Clad Beast’s body and into his own waist. Although the Iron-Clad Beast had a tough hide, it was not enough to withstand Scott's sword.

"Fine, fine!" Jing Jian had surrendered to this crazy girl. The mobile phone Yi Kai was launching was just a prototype; they hadn't intended to make money from it, but rather to establish the brand.

After receiving the phone, I didn't immediately go online to look at the rumors. Instead, I dialed my mother's number right away.

This middle-aged woman was clearly a villager living nearby. We stared at each other, neither of us knowing what to say.

Liu Sun frowned and said nothing. Although he knew there were many experts in his guild, there were so many foreign players that there were bound to be many experts among them as well. Could his guild really withstand those players when the time came? This was his biggest concern.

Therefore, the biggest problem now was no longer how to find Wei Yingzhi, but whether Wei Yingzhi was even willing to see him! But... how could things have turned out this way? What exactly had happened behind the scenes?

Lu Rong’s heart pounded violently. Reason told him he must push her away immediately, or he would never be able to recover from this.

Now, he pinned his hopes on Mo Ran. Finally, a glimmer of hope appeared, and he imagined a wonderful outcome in his heart.

"Is that so? Does the young master really think so?" Xue Jian gave a cold laugh. She stopped speaking, turned, and stood quietly by the window—motionless, silent, neither smiling nor angry.

Unfortunately, when the others heard him, they all lowered their heads as if contemplating something, completely ignoring him. This gave Wang Zheqi an instant sense of frustration.

"Yu’er, tell this palace: was there someone secretly instigating you to harm me?" Concubine Xi, supported by Nanny Gu, stepped forward and questioned Yu’er.

The Soul Emperor gave a cold, sinister smile. A black, frigid mist surged from his body. He pressed his palm together, and the black mist crept over his hand, coalescing into a strange, black, tapered spike.

"Your Highness is truly thoughtful. Yinxue is deeply grateful." Yinxue happily extended her slender, jade-like fingers, pinched the smooth jade knob on the lid, and lifted it. A sweet, tart, and fragrant aroma immediately wafted toward her, and the stifling gloom in Yinxue’s heart was instantly swept away.