Chapter 37: Negotiations

While they were still locked in combat, both fighters threw another punch at the same time. Jun Shisan aimed for his opponent’s face, as did Yulan. However, a triumphant smile played on Jun Shisan’s lips; he had already shifted his body, ensuring that Yulan’s strike would miss his face, while his own blow was perfectly on target.

Yi Zhuofeng’s left hand remained pressed against the wound on his shoulder, his expression growing increasingly grim. He could feel a bizarre internal energy surging through his meridians. Eventually, it became almost impossible to contain, shooting straight into his brain and causing a high-pitched buzzing in his ears.

She took great pleasure in posturing before the Princess of Gilneas, determined not only to seize her kingdom but to humiliate her deeply.

In the void, massive energy battle formations resembling birds of prey spread their enormous wings. The feathers formed from energy appeared lifelike, and as the wings beat against the void, the craft’s speed surged. It dodged attacks with agility while simultaneously gathering vast amounts of energy toward its head.

Jia Renjie looked back and saw that his companions had mostly jumped down, including the somewhat wooden Seven-Star Puppet.

Missiles might seem outdated, but in close-quarters combat, they remained useful. One could launch a nuclear warhead at a space battleship without fearing destruction by laser weapons, because the warhead’s detonation timer would already be ticking—no matter the state of the missile, it would explode on schedule.

Liang Yuting waved her hand, shaking the blood and brain matter from her long sword. She performed a graceful flourish before sheathing it. With her full-face helmet on, her expression was hidden, but her demeanor and aura were already reminiscent of the Master of Fragrant Flower Valley.

"Wait! I disagree!" Fred Warren, who called himself a Celt, suddenly interrupted.

As all of Luoqiaotuopoduo’s disciples were brought forward by the soldiers, the various kings and ministers urged King Harshavardhana to execute them all.

The old man was a figure of some renown in Harbin; it was strange that someone would dare to cause trouble in his home.

***

Looking at Shelisa’s message, my heart was torn with agonizing pain. At that time, I truly lacked the ability to transfer to the provincial level.

"Hey, what do you want? I’m busy leading my team to kill monsters and level up!" The sound of weapons striking monsters echoed through the call.

Chen Hao looked at the phone and gave a wry smile. He understood what Elder Wei meant, but since the task was nearly complete, it was time to go to Nandu to see Anna. He just wondered what the "good news" Elder Wei mentioned actually was.

The old man grabbed the slightly dazed He Ming, pointed at him, and demanded that Mo Wantian tell him whether he had ever bullied his sister.

"You all head out first; I want to speak with Yushui alone." Elder Peng waved his hand with a complex expression, addressing Peng Yuqian and the others.

Watching Huo Yujie’s retreating figure, Qin Feng’s expression gradually darkened. Although he had acted casually, he knew his limits. He realized the Bangshi family was likely another Char family, or perhaps even stronger, and resolved to avoid them in the future to prevent further trouble.

This had significantly ensured the survival of a large number of elites in the Seven-Colored Workshop; otherwise, the situation would have been even more dire. If Zilong hadn't struck out on his own, taking a large number of players with him, the workshop’s strength would not have been so pathetically weak.

Once the Rock Armor skill was activated, the party’s damage was severely reduced. Their concentrated attacks, occurring roughly every two seconds, could only deal less than two thousand damage—just enough to keep the boss’s health from regenerating. The battle reached a temporary stalemate.

"Is she dead? How is she now?" Qin Feng interrupted Tang Qingyan, gripping her shoulders with agitation and staring intensely into her eyes.

"Hua" signifies glory; "Xia" refers to the people of the Central Kingdom. Huaxia, therefore, means the glorious people of the Middle Kingdom! Could this fellow be the true ancestor of our Huaxia? Or perhaps his name is Xia, and the Guardian Clan all share that surname? Could he be the first leader of the Guardian Clan?

***

"This scabbard is quite nice, dazzlingly bright! I’ll keep it, and when I have a precious sword in the future, I’ll store it inside." Zhou Tianlong immediately tucked the ornate scabbard into his spatial storage bracelet.

"Young Master, flowers are supposed to be lovely, not pitiful," Hongxiu corrected with a smile.

Furthermore, as the Ice Shuttle spun forward, boundless spiritual energy from heaven and earth surged toward it—the level of integration was nothing short of insane.

Meanwhile, Huang Tiantian formed a seal with her hands, blocking the gale. She then transformed it into a new gust of wind, whistling toward the members of the Sky Rain Sect.

He did not believe Li Ming would give him a method to conceal his cultivation. He said this only because he did not want Li Ming to hold the upper hand. Today, he had to kill this man regardless; anyone connected to him had to be eliminated. That was his unchangeable rule for survival.

The crown atop his head shimmered with golden light, erupting into ten thousand rays. Each beam of light expanded several inches further than before.

However, after consuming the "Heavenly Jade Source Pill," Liu Feng would enter a period of weakness for the entire next day, unable to utilize his true essence.

"Haha, if not you, then who? I’m off. No more talking; if I stay any longer, I won’t be able to go back." The bubble vanished from Li Ming’s sight.