Volume 1, Chapter 30: Spiritual Marrow

As the words fell, Jiang Huan flicked his long blades—the Thousand Blades—with one hand and kicked out! Two long blades shot forward like bolts of lightning. After piercing the chests of the steel-clawed monkeys blocking his path, they came to a sudden halt in the heart of the pack. Jiang Huan slowly raised his right hand, his open fingers clenching into a fist. "Shatter!" The two blades began to crumble from their tips. In the blink of an eye, they disintegrated completely, transforming into thousands of fragments suspended in mid-air. "Scatter!" The next moment, the thousands of shards became shooting stars, dancing through the pack. The continuous sound of blades slicing through flesh rang out, accompanied by sprays of blood. Dozens of steel-clawed monkeys, no...

I eventually ran to the house I used to rent, only to find it already occupied by someone else. I had only signed a one-year lease, so I suppose the landlord rented it out once my time was up.

"Huh?" On the city wall, hidden in a corner, the archer was secretly waiting for his target to drop dead, never imagining his arrow would be knocked out of the air. Just as he hesitated whether to fire another, he saw an arrow flying straight toward him from below.

Jiang Chen was horrified, feeling as though he had traveled through an endless tunnel of time and space, unable to find any trace of his own body or soul.

However, the Spirit Mirror of Rupture is the bane of illusions; once the victims realize they are trapped in a dream, the "Mirror Flower, Water Moon" technique cannot hold them for long.

Yun Mo, Song Wan'er, and the others moved toward the stone wall, clearing just enough space for the Crimson-Feather Kunpeng to land.

Zheng Tianhua controlled my body to set everything up on the altar, consecrating the spirit tablets and arranging the necessary ritual implements: the Yin-Yang bells, the thunder ruler, the Bagua mirror, talismans, paper flags inscribed with incantations, chicken blood, and glutinous rice.

This troop was quite a sight on the main road, drawing stares because of the five carts filled with the heads of the Tatars. Their grim expressions left the onlookers both terrified and elated. Since the Tumu Crisis, it had been a long time since anyone had seen so many Tatar heads.

Aware that enemies were lurking nearby, the Tyrannosaurus Mercenary Group displayed their military discipline. Without Frank needing to give an order, they instinctively fell into a defensive formation in the blink of an eye.

The situation remained dire. While things seemed stable in Jining, many people were gathering in Linqing and Dezhou. With no one to control the situation and a lack of food, these people were highly susceptible to being incited.

But they had truly underestimated Mo Yufei. In fact, from the moment he stepped into the Gates of Hell, he had been locked in a fierce battle against sixteen ghost messengers.

Su Yi felt a wave of distraction upon hearing Zhao Tie-zhu’s voice, and her gaze became even more unfocused when she saw him.

Poof! Tang Hanfeng quickly lodged a protest with the Wu family, but in the end, the matter was left unsettled. Because Wu Yuhan had successfully achieved results in Feng City, her future actions were entirely up to her.

Ye Chen took a deep breath, but with a shift of his will, the golden true fire from his Dantian manifested as a small flame in his palm.

The heavy price paid made Guan Jin-lin realize clearly that the security detail had failed; Garrison Commander Chen Zihuai bore the unavoidable responsibility.

Su Jinxi was stunned, her bright eyes widening in the water like a fish's. She struggled desperately, trying to escape Ye Youyao's "clutches," but how could he let her slip away so easily again?

Yet, if this stream were to turn into a terrifying flood, pouring down in an instant, the river embankment would surely be breached.

But flashy moves are, in the end, just flashy. For Tai Chi to be practical in combat, it must be built upon a foundation of superior physical conditioning. Wu Qianxue was beautiful, and her moves were beautiful, but combined, they were merely pleasing to the eye rather than effective in a fight.

At this moment, the Bracelet of the Other Shore leveled up to the Supreme Realm. Su Jinxi was unsure what the bracelet would look like after this upgrade. Within the detoxification system, she could feel the gradual changes, but she could not go over to see for herself.

"I don't know the specifics, but my second brother said that if this Old Man Kong stamps his feet, the whole of Western Hunan trembles," Wang Dong whispered.

Xia Qingluo thought that even if these elements of the Heavenly Dao Yunzhi were merged, Yun Qingrang would still be her Yun Qingrang.

The Lich and Demon tribes were now the protagonists of heaven and earth, their destiny so powerful that its rainbow light stretched for billions of miles without end.

After inspecting it, he bent over and gave a mighty heave, moving the heavy table. Qin Xing stared at Cang Er in astonishment. This man was skin and bones, yet possessed such immense strength! Including the dishes and steamed buns, the table weighed at least a hundred pounds, yet he moved it with ease. Qin Xing’s eyes darkened; this Hell Gate was truly not to be underestimated.

Is this for real? This person, who could dismantle all my techniques so effortlessly... his strength is still considered the lowest?

As for Zhou Shilan, he turned a deaf ear, as if nothing he heard reached his heart.

Yet Qing Lin had disguised himself as a beautiful concubine and, all on his own, killed Li Chun, preventing countless casualties. It was truly a feat that commanded respect.

Low fevers every night, subsiding at dawn. More than half the class was sick, so no one dared to send their children to kindergarten.

As time passed, the drowsiness grew heavier, becoming impossible to resist. Even with the stimulation of refreshing oil, they eventually lost the battle against their heavy eyelids and drifted off to sleep.

The artifact spirit’s familiar voice rang out above Lu Tianming. It transformed into the shape of a God-Slaying Rat, descended slowly, and landed before Lu Tianming, studying him for a moment.

The Five-Poison Freak sheepishly retracted the white centipede and let out a soft cry, which I took to be an agreement to my request.