Side Story 1

“Can you not sense the spiritual energy in him? It's even higher than Officer Gu's, who is already a monster.” In the vast classroom, only two students sat—Prince Yu Wang and Xu Wang.

“Very well, you can all die now!” The death servant’s razor-sharp claws plunged brutally into the warrior’s chest, and amid a hysterical scream, tore out the still-beating heart. Blood sprayed forth, splattering the armor in a crimson torrent.

Men die for wealth, birds for food. In a lawless land, only money holds sway. Now that someone has touched their money, there's no room for apologies.

Nangong Yan nodded. A spatial vortex appeared; from it, a long sword with a distinctly Chinese design shot forth.

Xi Junmai nodded in approval, and the others followed suit, their gazes towards Zong Ming subtly changed. Zong Ming was usually silent, but every time he spoke, he seized the heart of the matter.

“We thank the Captain for his generosity!” All the captains, vice-captains, and officers chorused their gratitude, their eyes shining with excitement.

As for everything happening outside, Luo Qingcheng could only shrug—do as you wish, just don't drag me into it.

“Wait, I am curious about one thing. There are so few of us. Even if you win, how do you plan to split the spoils?” Luo Qingcheng’s tone was cold, but her voice was clear and captivating.

Today, as was his habit, Nangong Yan practiced at ten thousand meters above ground. After two years of relentless cultivation, the purple flames enveloping him had mostly turned ghostly black, with only traces of violet remaining.

Cries of surprise arose. It was said that three months ago, Wang Hua happened to pass through Five-Mile Slope and discovered a rogue monk, who devoured souls to cultivate. Wang Hua fought fiercely, forged a sword from poetry to slay the evil monk, and restored clarity to Five-Mile Slope.

She wiped her face fiercely, peering through tear-blurred vision to try to make out the words on the confession.

That look made Zhao Liang inexplicably uneasy. He instinctively stepped forward, blocking the gaze.

“Heh, how could I refuse City Lord Lin’s invitation?” Ye Batian, not wanting direct conflict with Ye Tianhao, gratefully accepted the offered compromise.

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Zhao Huanhuan saw her mother’s lack of resistance, so easily flustered by a few words from the Lin family, spilling everything.

Lin Jinxia looked at the sweet melon Chen Rong brought, hesitated, and decided to wait for Mo Guirong and the others to return before eating.

Under the moonlight, the security captain’s face was pale—indeed, deathly pale.

Most disciples, as long as they don’t stray, and train steadily, can reach the Golden Core within thirty years.

Once the conversation ended, she was ignored. Yuan Yuan, pushed aside by customers queuing to pay, could only leave the pharmacy.

The contest had reached a stalemate. Though the staff-wielding ghost hadn’t admitted defeat, the outcome was clear. As the examiner hesitated to declare the match over, Bai Shaoxing clearly had no intention of letting the ghost off so easily.

Qi Nuoyan, face dark, looked at the even grimmer Mu Feng and squeezed out a sentence through clenched teeth, instantly silencing Mu Feng’s attempt at defense.

Putting aside my phone, I drove to the underground parking lot, parked the car, and headed toward the entrance of Galaxy Tower.

“Yes, I framed him. So what? I sought revenge. I wanted him to taste what it’s like when those closest to you turn out to be monsters. Doesn’t he hate and loathe the anomalous? Then let him truly hate them. Tell me, what is wrong with avenging my family?” Kong Jing showed no remorse for his actions.

Before he could figure out how to better steer the ship’s rudder and oar, cheers erupted again from the deck where they were pulling in the nets.

But these are only superficial—if you want to move troops en masse, true strength is required.

A faint smile appeared on Feng Yu’s lips. He nodded repeatedly to the guests, uttering apologies for his late arrival, while briskly striding toward them.

“Thief! Kill me if you must!” Yang Jian roared nearby, and Du Gu Han and others glared at him. If looks could kill, Xue Leng would have died a thousand deaths.

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Gao Jianli is also in Yan, along with Ji Shenke, Mahandi, and Zhong Yuan—not to mention a small number of troops. Frankly, if enemies truly attacked, such a lineup wouldn’t hold.

As Mu Feng carefully turned the doorknob, someone opened the door from outside. Bright light flooded in, dazzling Mu Feng’s eyes so much that tears streamed down; it took quite a while for him to adjust and see what was outside.

No matter what he said, the other side refused to process his return, so he had no choice but to put the mirror away in resignation.

Around the mountain peaks, streaks of light would occasionally flash by—clearly disciples of Shu Mountain, soaring through the skies.

Ye Wen neither clashed head-on with Miura nor blocked him; he simply sidestepped, easily evading Miura’s fierce attack.

Special Item: [Dragon’s Breath]. Li Jun had a strange encounter in childhood, causing the dragon’s breath to merge with him, but it remained dormant. Thus, he counts as a hidden dragon among the wanderers.

And that's not all—the reputation of the group might suffer, the activity itself could be canceled.

When the Hulk and Abomination finally calmed down, Qin Yue closed his eyes to rest, preparing for the next fierce battle soon to come.

Instantly, the last reserve of the undead army—undead knights and black warriors—pressed forward. Only about a hundred strong undead remained at Joseph the Lich’s side, but as a peak ninth-level lich, Joseph could summon a thousand undead in three breaths, so being surrounded held no fear for him.