Volume One, Chapter 41: Spring Fever!

The Great Shaman let out a deep, furious roar. His massive body was like a moving hill as he charged straight toward Li Yan!

The shaman warriors surged forward at the same moment.

“Kill!”

Shi Long looked at Zhang Ye across from him in confusion, a faint smile curling at the corners of his lips.

So there really was something important to attend to? Why did Shen Qinghuan feel that this sounded more like an excuse to ruin the banquet?

“Him? What does he have to do with it?” Murong You took several steps forward and came to stand beside Murong Qingran, imitating her elegant movements as she gently stroked the petals of the jade flowers.

“Should we first see whether Third Master has returned?” Luo Wuchen grabbed the other two children and hurried after them.

Linlang also began dispatching troops and reinforcing the border defenses, remaining constantly on guard against an attack from Beiming. From this, Linlang learned that Beiming had the assistance of foreign powers and consequently tightened its defenses around the frontier cities near the Hasaki tribe’s encampment.

The air in its path froze instantly into ice. Such an appalling attack would have frozen any other expert in the Martial Immortal realm solid in an instant.

When the disciples of the Four Killers Sect heard Gongsun Yi speak and saw that the speaker was an old woman, they immediately lost their patience. “You old sow who’s lived too long! What did you say?” The others also drew their weapons and stepped forward, pressing them against the two men.

“I... First Madam only asked me to see whether the monk had returned. When I saw that he hadn’t, I figured there was no need to mention it,” Jidou Qiang said, retreating several steps.

Only then did everyone notice how dramatically Gu Ning’s bearing had changed. They had not seen her for half a year, and in that time she had grown considerably taller. Her lovely face now carried a touch of solemnity. Beneath her former tranquil appearance had always lain a gentle nature, but Gu Ning had since hidden that gentleness deep within her heart, replacing it with an imposing dignity that allowed no one to profane her.

Well aware that being a president’s assistant would be no easy task, Shen Qinghuan had already prepared herself to bury her head in work, believing that the opportunity might allow her to realize some measure of social value. Reality, however, left her bitterly disappointed.

But one must not forget that Beiming Yu was fighting two opponents at once, while Qin Guangxu had trained seriously. His combat skills were therefore by no means inferior.

Only then did Leng Yue begin to feel the cold. She moved closer to Nian Jiuling’s embrace for warmth, while Mu Feng stared at the suggestive pair, his eyes filled with disdain.

Liuli glanced at him and obediently began drinking the medicine. The ingredients were indeed rare medicinal herbs; she could tell after only one taste.

“You wouldn’t ignore me...” At this point, that person pressed her lips together even more tightly, because she alone would never ignore him—and she was the only one who would speak so much with him.

After saying this, Bi’er was about to leave the tent. Xue’er, Fei’er, and Ling’er also revealed resolute expressions.

Even though Beiming Yu possessed an unprecedentedly powerful naval force, he now faced a serious problem: he was currently located on an inland lake. This meant that a large portion of his naval army would be severely weakened within the inland waters of the Divine Land Continent, putting him at a tremendous disadvantage.

After entering, those people automatically formed two rows, each of them wearing a mischievous grin and displaying an astonishing variety of expressions.

“Lishang is nothing more than a name.” The man answered with a smile. By the candlelight, he finally saw her face clearly and secretly marveled at its beauty. How could anyone be so beautiful?

After the violet light faded, Li Longfei and Shangguan Rong’er remained locked in each other’s arms, gazing at one another with deep affection, still reluctant to part.

Lei Tian had already used the voice-transmission horn to tell Qing’er that he would return late that evening, so she need not worry.

A demonic rune appeared between Xiang Hao’s brows. It erupted with ten thousand zhang of demonic light, piercing through heaven and earth.

Yet Xiang Hao did not even lift his eyelids. Divine fire burst from his palm, incinerating Gao Letian into ashes in an instant.