30 Bound for Penglai

Han Yumei suddenly shifted her posture as she closed in, turning her intended embrace into a knee strike that shattered Brother De’s testicles.

Such an object had never been heard of across the entire Longxia network; it was truly a divine artifact, far beyond the scope of human comprehension.

Chu Shen heard Chu Yu’s roaring from outside. The boy’s arrogant demeanor displeased him, and he scolded him while walking over. However, upon reaching him and seeing Chu Yu’s miserable state—his face swollen and red, his eye sockets bruised and purple—Chu Shen was truly enraged.

"The banners show only the Qingzhou Guard," the scout reported. The roomful of Qing soldiers could not believe it. How could a single unit dare to come and engage them? They burst into laughter. Even the Meile Zhangjing and Gushan Ezhen laughed, agreeing that marching south would be easy enough.

Huang Yuan was fuming. Qin Bo had recruited others right in front of him, leaving him with an indescribable bitterness, yet he forced himself to suppress the discomfort and maintain a calm expression.

Lin Yunxi frowned as she watched Di Feiqiong’s retreating figure, unable to fathom what the elders of the Guardian Clan were planning.

For some unknown reason, the White Ink soldiers in the rear suddenly began to shout, emitting a hair-raising, bizarre cry to cheer on their general.

Under such circumstances, Chu Yu must have been suffering immensely, to the point that he would rather betray his own country and defect to the Yan Kingdom.

Ever since she was rescued, the Princess’s manor had tightened its security, though no one had expended much effort in tracking Qian Xu’s trail.

The General ordered these fifty men to wait, preparing to enter the Imperial City of the Dayuan Empire with Li Tian to investigate.

Yun Xu felt as if he were about to explode with rage, yet he stared at the white mist with a composed face. If he had possessed his cultivation and magical arts at that moment, he would have charged straight in without a second thought.

When Fury entered the bridge, the originally dim space suddenly illuminated. Simultaneously, the various instruments flickered to life, and the screens began to display data, allowing them to see the outside world.

"Guitar solo, dynamic slide, radiating heat..." The Old Bull descended from the sky, taking out the low-health Diablo with a single combo.

The surrounding crowd was stunned. They had not expected Steward Bai’s men to seize upon this detail to trouble Yun Xu. After all, outer sect disciples rarely faced scrutiny for sudden jumps in cultivation, but it was against the rules; the sect strictly controlled the Qi Refining Manual, forbidding advancement to subsequent stages without meeting the required cultivation level.

Yan Sixian introduced Wu Duan to the bearded man. Upon hearing that Wu Duan was Yan Sixian’s superior, the man immediately gave a thumbs up, his face filled with disbelief.

Even if one attempted an attack, success was not guaranteed. After all, there were few gods like the God of Avalon who had fallen for thousands of years, and even fewer who were willing to condense a high-level demigod avatar to leave their divine kingdom.

The nano-armed combat armor was equipped with seven doses of various stimulants and eleven doses of potent cell-regeneration hormone.

Her gaze lingered, eventually settling between the Orc Blademaster’s legs. Suddenly, her scarlet, snake-like tongue slid out, tracing a wet circle around her flame-red lips with a seductive air.

Sparks flew as Qin Ye parried the attack with his steel fists. He then erupted with full force, advancing instead of retreating, and struck out with both fists.

The hexagram formation grew dimmer, and the "Demon Gate"—a manifestation of one-sixth of the "Abyss Gate"—also began to fade. The evil vortex within the gate slowed, and the Doomguard, poised to cross over, was blocked by the "Teleportation Sealing Barrier" due to the interruption of the summoning ritual.

Surprisingly, the leader said little: "Bring in Dr. Chu Men; we need a consultant." They needed both technical and tactical advice, as well as professional guidance.

"Young hero, you..." Huo Yuan dumbly accepted the Earth-grade low-tier treasure blade, utterly bewildered. Even many warriors at the early stage of the Martial God realm were not qualified to possess an Earth-grade blade. Was he simply giving it to him?

She had thick, dark hair combed behind her ears, topped with a lovely hat made of straw-like fibers. She wore the coarse linen clothing typical of local villagers and a pair of beautiful sandals made of tree bark.

The Sky-Dome Clan maintained their traditional diet, but they consumed neither meat nor grain, thus resorting to this method.

Lin Hao finally understood why Dingdong had told him to upgrade deep within the mountains and beneath the earth.

As the saying goes, it is better to be a master of one than a jack-of-all-trades; even an alchemist must specialize in one path to achieve true success.

Although he could not yet summon heroes like Garen from League of Legends, two other summoning cards remained in the queue: a red card featuring the Martial Saint of the Three Kingdoms era, Guan Yu, and a golden card featuring the Great Deity of the Three Altars, Nezha.

He Ye was usually the leader of these hedonistic youths; it was strange to see him change his nature and uphold justice today.

In an instant, he found himself inside a massive cave, where a jet-black skeleton sat cross-legged in the shadows.

After killing the beast to establish authority, the results were excellent. Lin Hao and his group successfully activated the city’s teleportation array and departed.

"Young Master, is that Huang Zhong truly so formidable?" Once they were alone, Pang De asked with a frown.

Watching Old Man Qian and the fishermen push their boat into the sea, Ximeng felt he had finally accomplished his first task in Taiwan. Everything is difficult at the start, but with this first success, he believed the path ahead would only grow wider.

While those two narcissists were busy with their self-obsession, a flash of light suddenly appeared near the park. It happened so quickly that no one could react.

When she first arrived in Northern Qi with Nalan Heng, she had seen him after knocking on the wrong door at the Wangchun Tower. A month had passed, and with the Empress Dowager’s sixtieth birthday only a month away, why had he come to Northern Qi?

Fan Yongdou left after staying in Yanghe for only one day; after all, he bore the heavy responsibility of identifying whether officials in Datong and Shanxi were part of the Eunuch Faction.

The existence of the Secret Guard was somewhat similar to the Ming Dynasty’s Brocade Guard, yet different. The Secret Guard held only the power of investigation and possessed no decision-making authority. Otherwise, such a department—already fearsome enough—would be a disaster for the Imperial Court if it were granted the power of life and death.