Chapter 57: Off to the Tidal Flats

In an instant, Yi Chun felt as though she were immersed in a hot spring; warmth suffused her entire body, and her depleted strength was swiftly restored. No longer did she feel aching or exhausted. Several sword lights soared and circled before her, weaving and crossing in midair, forming a solid barrier that protected them completely.

Xu Yuan couldn’t help but turn to look at the man seated on the sofa. Him? Could he truly be some kind of demon? For the first time, Xu Yuan doubted her own atheism.

His face was expressionless, but his eyes glimmered with a strange light. Seeing Landon in this state, even Schneider—who could dissect soul-eaters without batting an eye—shuddered, as if they had returned to the underworld, to that accursed town.

I am not skilled at writing reflections, so I hope you will forgive me. Since I have spoken so much, allow me a few more words to conclude.

Nightwind, Monia, and Wu Xuan’s souls exchanged bewildered glances, none of them knowing what had transpired.

“Then I’ll trouble you to take care of Zhou Lei.” Su Qingqing spoke to Zhou Tong, then turned to advise me to rest well and not overthink things. With that, she transformed into a green light and returned directly into my body.

Her words were forthright, so I said nothing more; besides, when it came to topics concerning Jin Can, the less I mentioned in her presence, the better.

The Bearded Gentleman let out a mournful cry, opened his mouth, and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto his long sword. The ministers seemed to understand and shouted as they desperately sprayed bloody mist onto their swords.

At this moment, judging only by the spiritual energy rippling across Song Zheng’s skin, outsiders would sense his cultivation as merely at the peak of Foundation Establishment. Yet after sweeping his dantian and meridians, Song Zheng felt his cultivation stabilize, and the trace of wood spiritual energy circulating within him was purer than ever before.

“Do you still believe this young gang cannot stir up trouble?” The old man’s voice rang out just as he finished speaking.

Befina was momentarily stunned, then lowered her gaze to her abdomen, finally lifting her head to look at the fox with fiery intensity. “Three flashes…” As her voice fell, three blood arrows shot from within her.

“Wait!” At that moment, three figures descended from the sky—an elder, a youth, and a middle-aged man—all clad in blood-red garments, swords strapped to their backs.

Zhao Zhongguo constantly changed his military orders, and the Tianyi cavalry on the grasslands skillfully shifted their formations according to his commands. Over a dozen battle arrays were executed flawlessly; only rigorous training could achieve such effect.

The remnant shadow of Ximen Jingtang’s azure giant scythe still danced before his eyes, and Xue Qi’s ability to surge through ocean tides was etched in his mind. To face both simultaneously was to dig one’s own grave.

Outside, pale light quietly filtered through the window, illuminating the left side of the face. The stubborn lines of the visage became clear, and the thin lips, following the white teeth, moved in a whispered murmur. Anyone who caught a glimpse would be entranced.

Meanwhile, at six in the morning, the Green Gang headquarters released shocking news: their leader, Gu Chengying, had been gravely injured by a mysterious attacker! The entire Green Gang erupted, and all branch halls set their sights on the Seven Paths.

Recently, the new recruits gained unexpected benefits from battling the two pets; only when they enter the jungle and encounter monsters will they truly understand.

The bloodline of the Sun-Moon Demon Lord matches the rank of the Heavenly Thunder Lion, but the Sun-Moon Demon Ape falls a tier below. Thus, in this forest, the early-stage sacred beast Purple Sky, being a Heavenly Thunder Lion, can rival the late-stage Sun-Moon Demon Ape, all due to the difference in bloodline.

The “Old Qiao” mentioned by Kong Yecheng was the current head of the Qiao clan. It is said that the previous head, who was executed by firing squad, was this old man’s father. Though now over sixty, his aura has only grown stronger, and his deep, shining eyes radiate brilliance.

With information provided by Elder She, he was able to quickly eliminate those in the She clan who posed a threat to him, eradicating the danger completely.

This was Ning Yue’s greatest concern; he knew that if he didn’t ask thoroughly, he might waste the three conditions entirely.

Zhang Ye said, “Then I’ll begin virtual reality now.” He thought that Kang Du Chenxing had used over three thousand, so he should at least start with one thousand, plus some practice.

Ning Yue mused silently, unsure if his confidence sprang from the remolding of his physical body or perhaps because the specter did not give him a sense of mortal danger.

Everyone watched as Rong Ming and his companions were tossed down the stairs like sandbags, their hearts trembling. They had once wondered if these youths were truly fierce dragons crossing the river; now, such thoughts seemed laughable. They were, in fact, super dragons beyond compare.

But, to become the Emperor of Time and Space, Zhang Ye would spare no energy, not just from this sea but even from an entire galaxy. The reason was simple: strength is paramount. And, his beloved wives awaited him.

After about ten days, Mu Sen opened his eyes, his gaze brilliant, illuminating the underground river in dazzling light.

“Let things be promulgated as you ministers have advised. Tomorrow, the New Year begins. I won’t interfere with your time with loved ones—enjoy the holiday well. I trust that next year, the Tang Dynasty will be a busy one. You ministers will have to work hard,” Li Er remarked with emotion.

Dishes of exquisite color, aroma, and flavor steamed on the table, their scent wafting through the restaurant and into every nose.

Su Nan left that wretched place, declined Chen Er’s offer of a ride, and leisurely walked toward the main road, preparing to hail a taxi home.

In the bathroom, Tian Tian tossed the bedding into the bucket, turned on the tap, and water gushed down.

By now, the police station had collapsed, its ten stories utterly destroyed by the ancient giant lizard’s hundred-yard-long body. Yet under Buck’s assault, the ancient beast seemed somewhat intimidated.