Volume 1, Chapter 32: That Was Harsh

Therefore, ancient weapons were always forged using alloys. Things like golden swords were actually all show and no substance, as they lacked the necessary hardness to be sharp and were easily damaged.

The old man known as Old Wei was shocked to see someone climbing in and immediately ordered his staff to take action.

Naturally, he had learned of Song Tianji’s trip to Hong Kong with Li Jiuwen to open a porcelain shop. Hearing Li Jiuwen refer to Song Tianji as her younger brother, Ma Tianming felt that his decision to defect to Song Tianji had been a wise one.

After speaking, Lin Mu looked at the group, waiting to see how they would decide. Although this method was simple, it was also highly risky; the slightest error could lead to devastating consequences.

Speaking of the Caladbolg, it is one of the prototypes of the holy sword. However, it was not the King of Heroes who wielded it that made it famous in Fate, but rather the Heroic Spirit Emiya. His modified "Broken Phantasm" version of the Caladbolg was what truly brought it renown.

The Flame Tower Troll stepped onto the arena and shouted to those behind him, "Come on up! Let us get a good look at the champion. Let’s see if we beat him until his own mother doesn't recognize him, or his father doesn't." It seemed the Flame Tower Troll was brimming with fury.

"A Shadow Clone!? When?" A look of horror appeared on Hyuga Wanjie’s face, and he immediately spun around.

Even though he was dozens of times stronger now than he had been on Earth, he stood no chance against Frieza, so he had no choice but to retreat.

Lin Mu had roughly marked the area during the previous battle, so now he only needed to confirm the locations.

As he sprinted, his cheek was grazed by a hanging vine, leaving a bloody, stinging wound.

"Disrespecting the royal family—sparing your life is already an act of mercy!" Qing Yue’s cold, aloof voice drifted faintly into everyone's ears.

However, suppressed by superior strength, Qing Yue’s resistance was futile. Left with no choice, she could only nestle obediently in Nan Changqing’s arms.

Although as a Prefecture Supervisor he could freely access cultivation resources, asking for hundreds of top-grade Dao Spirit Gold at a time was simply too greedy.

What was it doing? Watching the strange scene before her, Gu Fenghua was stunned, or perhaps terrified.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei had already reached the strength of level 96 Super Douluos, while the Title Douluos Sea Spear and Sea Horse were only at the level of 92 and 93, respectively.

At this point, if the host could not meet the system’s requirements, the system would either backfire or seek out someone else.

That single command, "Stop," seemed infused with so much internal energy that it left Yang Cong’s entire body limp and devoid of all hostility.

The moonlight was dim that night, and there were few stars. Han Lai gazed at the man’s retreating figure, frozen in place until he disappeared from sight. Only then did her heartbeat slowly return to normal.

She rested her chin on her hand with composed ease, her cold eyes following the man’s movements without a blink. Even after that stunning figure vanished from the hall, the arc of her lips remained unchanged.

Seeing the other party so obliging, Wang Ermao and his group felt quite pleased. Their hands moved with renewed vigor, and in the blink of an eye, they emerged from the reed marsh.

"Their goal was for me to save you amidst the chaos. Since we have left, they naturally had to retreat quickly. After all, there are few who dare to face the royal clan head-on." Ou Qing gave her a cautious look, as if to say that only someone as reckless as her would provoke such people.

"Teacher, can a sword really be forged in seven days?" Long Gu Buwang was skeptical that a sword made in such a short time could be a sharp weapon.

Ning Ziyan’s heart settled. With her physical needs met, she was no longer in a hurry. She slowed her pace as she walked inside, but as she did, she felt a wave of exhaustion. Her body felt powerless, and her legs felt as heavy as lead, making it difficult to take another step.

Although she had only said, "Mr. Su, please stay," it was clear that everyone had stopped and turned around in unison.

"What is it?" Chen Xuanyu asked with concern as he saw Qiaozhen set down her chopsticks. Qiaozhen usually had a good appetite and wouldn't eat so little.

Sure enough, after the blur, everything returned to clarity. They were back to where they were a few minutes ago, the two of them facing the campfire, staring at each other with wry smiles.

After hearing this, Xiao Nuo said nothing more, though Meng Tianchu could not help but secretly admire Yin Susu.

"I don't know the reason for this myself. Although they look identical to outsiders, I have always been able to tell them apart," Jian Hanyi said, looking at the man in black.

"Helping me?" Ye Moli narrowed her eyes as she looked at Ye Zexi, failing to realize that she had implicitly accepted his address of "Eldest Sister." Perhaps she didn't even notice it herself—the acceptance of that title.

After Chen Fei wiped the water from his face with a towel, he left the washroom and walked to the dining table in the living room, where his parents had left him breakfast before heading to work.

Before the boy could finish his sentence, Long Hao had already slipped back into unconsciousness. His injuries were too severe—so severe that he didn't even have a chance to recover.

"Now!" Lu Qingchen clapped his hands, and the imperial soldiers brought out the prepared cauldrons—ninety in total—setting them up in a row with dry firewood piled beneath them.

Now that Wu Li had absorbed the demonic energy, although it had weakened the Bone Demon God's cultivation to some extent, the power of the seal had also been greatly diminished.