Chapter 117: The Heavenly Tribulation

"Witch, how dare you! To snatch a wondrous artifact right under our very noses?!"

"Stop her!"

"Quick, block her path!"

Within the secret realm of the ancient ruins, Feng Qianning hovered with the Transformation Gourd suspended above her head, while a brilliantly radiant Wind-Stabilizing Pearl rested beneath her feet.

Ripples tore through the void, and in the blink of an eye, her figure vanished from sight.

The group of immortal cultivators wore expressions as if they had just accidentally taken a bite of dung.

Chen Fan could not pull Xu Shaoyu back, and then witnessed a shocking scene: Xu Shaoyu reached out and caught the machete tossed by Brother Tian.

Xu Shaoyu had originally thought that Daoist Chu's jade pendants were difficult to refine and rare, which was why he felt one hundred million per pendant was reasonable. However, since Daoist Chu actually had a hundred of them, they could no longer be purchased at the original price.

At five-thirty in the morning, the sky was already bright. The sun rose from the west, casting a faint light into the room.

"No, you cannot replace her." Lu Hao shouted, then left the place in a daze.

Bai Siting kissed her forehead. "Alright, baby, but you must eat well when it's time to eat, and sleep well when it's time to sleep, understand?" He continued to feed her.

Le Beichen thought of Bai Ruo, who was far away in the capital, and furrowed his brows deeply, for he had just received news today.

Furthermore, that thirty-meter-long beam was a primary load-bearing component. Ordinary steel would likely not suffice; it had to be made of Star-Blue Iron Alloy.

When the Pakistani officer proposed this suggestion, everyone looked at him. Everyone present knew the level of danger within Mogadishu; they would avoid it if they could, as they had no desire to send their subordinates to their deaths.

How sharp was this captured dagger? The hundred-year-old, skin-and-bones zombie before him could not withstand it, and a single strike to the head sent him to the afterlife.

"Thank you!" Luo Qi was very grateful to Xu Shaoyu. If not for him, perhaps she might have used this ability to do evil—or perhaps not—but because of Xu Shaoyu, Luo Qi would absolutely never do anything wicked.

"Impossible. The paint used for this mural must be the same material. How could only the paint for the eyes, nose, and mouth have fallen off? I suspect it was never painted on in the first place..." A student offered a different opinion; after all, they were all in art and design and knew a great deal about such things.

"Boss, don't worry. His ultimate move has already been used. Let's see how he plans to lifesteal now." Kudang said viciously from the side. He had originally joined Nightshade for money, but after being publicly humiliated by Zeng Jun last time, he already harbored a grudge against him.

Thus, Jiang the Scoundrel reached a conclusion: The Rainbow Slash was a top-tier single-target killing skill.

The voice was as clear and sweet as the music of the spheres, possessing the charm of an orchid in a lonely valley, making everyone who heard it feel physically and mentally refreshed.

"It is my honor to fight side-by-side with a celebrity like Brother Brick." A look of fanaticism appeared on the knight's face, and it did not look like he was pretending.

Chu Yi curled his lips into a smile. At this moment, in Lin Qingyao's eyes, Chu Yi had suddenly returned to his original appearance.

"I knew the Lord had no good intentions. Lady Feli... she is as venomous as a snake. Ugh! Just thinking about her gives me nightmares! The Lord is too much! Hmph!" York stormed off in a rage.

Before long, their footsteps approached. Having experienced the scene from his dream, Xiong Ti could no longer restrain himself. He held them tightly, and they closed their eyes, surrendering to his reckless actions.

Listening to the chirping of the cicadas, feeling the hot summer breeze, and watching the sunlight filter through the gaps in the leaves to cast mottled shadows upon the ground, the lazy figure beneath the tree was already drifting into sleep.

With that, the man reached out toward the donkey, and a paper version of it appeared in his hand. He folded the paper donkey and placed it in his pocket; the donkey before them instantly turned transparent and vanished.

Today, almost everyone in the capital had poured out to watch the princess return to the court. Now that His Majesty had arrived, a grand, kneeling sea of people formed, leaving only the uneven sounds of salutations echoing across the sky.