Volume 1, Chapter 54: The Beauty's Inheritance

Qin Zheng was certainly no gentleman; slipping into the bath of the world’s foremost talented lady nearly left him breathless with delight.

Compared to his family’s refined iron mine, this vein of Black Zhuo Stone was of a far higher grade, meaning ordinary mortals without cultivation could no longer extract it.

Because of the obstruction by these malevolent beings, Ye Wuchen could not see the starry sky spirit cultivators who were surrounded; he could only sense their presence.

Luo Shaojie’s face grew extremely grim. He had originally planned to crush and humiliate Ye Wuchen, but now it seemed the tables had turned—he was the one being crushed and humiliated.

Guests on both sides took turns in a game of word association; whoever failed to respond in time would face a blast of turbulent air as punishment.

By the time he shook his head clear and regained consciousness, the Azure Flood Dragon corpse had been successfully transformed into his second undead guardian.

The Divine Sword Temple stood on a low peak within the Tianxing Mountain Range. Legend had it that a certain Sword God had communed with the divine there, leaving behind only a sacred sword. Admirers later built a temple to honor the sword, tending to its incense offerings.

A single White Flood Dragon was enough to doom everyone; now with two dragons, resistance was simply impossible.

“No, I can’t just sit here and wait for death. There must be a way,” Li Yi encouraged himself, determined to escape this place.

If everyone united, striking with skill and strategy against the enemy’s blind spots, even the thickest armor and greatest strength of a giant beast would be hard to withstand.

Every moment Zhuge Xi remained at the Bone and Blood Sect, Qin Feng’s anxiety only deepened. Days had already passed, and he had no idea how she fared. Naturally, Qin Feng was desperate and resolutely sought out the Silver Star Demon King.

Seeing Diao Chan willing to sacrifice her life for Liao Xi, Ran Min’s usually ruthless face softened. From his cold eyes, a single tear silently fell.

The Iron Pagoda moved like a torrent of steel, capable of effortlessly crushing enemies—it was the nightmare of cavalry.

The two were once again pulled by Liao Xi’s arm. They could only bow in return before going down to find Luo Cheng.

The students participating in the hostage situation all met tragic ends, for no emperor would willingly be coerced, regardless of the countless reasons offered.

Master Yuan looked at the vast fish scales, far larger than hers, and spread his fins, signaling that he could not lift them.

“Yo. I am Mike Kai, the proud azure beast of Konoha. Making my entrance.” Akai gave a thumbs-up.

Ye Xian had lost all ability to speak. Though countless questions churned within his heart, not a single word could escape his lips.

The dragons and others struggled desperately, all trying to break free from the spatial confinement of the Fate Sovereign, but their strength was utterly insufficient.

He tried to use spatial power again, sensing a far stronger resistance this time, as if an invisible pressure pressed against his hands, fiercely blocking his use of spatial energy.

Earlier, when he had contact with Buren, he thought the young man, though not yet fully steady, acted with method and order. Reports from the Bars Tribe also praised Buren’s abilities. But seeing his current performance, the Yan King began to have doubts.

“Is my husband really going to be posted in the southwest? Has it been confirmed?” Madam Wang, though not well-versed in political affairs, was born into an official family and immediately considered this possibility, asking without hesitation.

However, those in the dormitory viewed such behavior as a show of strength; perhaps the person was secretly crying in sorrow.

Thus, witnessing these “lowly ones” shedding blood to nurture the Blood Fruit, they took it as an entitlement. Whether they bled to death was of no concern to them.