Chapter 51: Valley of the Kings

The person inside the sedan was none other than Chu Mohan. The sedan was stiflingly hot, and Chu Mohan lifted the curtain to let in some air while casually gazing at both sides of the street.

Were it not for the muscles as robust as their owner's, it would have been a bewitching and magnificent sight.

Taking this in, Ye Feng maintained his composure and said, "What are you talking about? Rest assured, we can go herb-gathering another time; it won't delay anything important."

Earlier, Lin Qingchen had warned her not to run around wildly on New Year's Eve. Could it be that this was what she meant?

The pet beast known as the Element of Fear seemed to expand in size, emitting a shrill cry, and the mist trapping it shattered instantly.

These four hunters, including Third Son, were not entering Wanlong Town for the first time. Familiar with the terrain, they drove the wagon skillfully through various alleys, finally stopping in front of a somewhat quiet restaurant.

Old Liu was a relatively reliable person, possessing strong professional ethics when it came to brokering, and sending Old Liu to other camps would make it easier to exchange supplies and gather information next time.

"Time is up. Since you are unwilling to face your sins directly, I shall punish you on behalf of the gods. Oye!" shouted the male bandit, while the other bandits echoed the cry with shouts of "Oye!"

As for the earthquake resistance rating of the house, it was hard to say, but for ten or eight years, the walls would definitely not crack or leak.

The energy consumption tonight had been a bit high. Crawling onto the heated brick bed, he obediently rolled himself tightly into the quilt like a silkworm chrysalis, determined not to let anyone crawl over.

Could it be that the owner of this skeleton had been trapped alive in here because they could not find a way out?

When I opened my eyes again, it was already the next day. My condition had improved slightly. Lying in bed, I didn't rush to get up; instead, I first tested my focus.

The further down one went, the wider the area covered by the Ice Dragon Staircase. Lou Yi gradually began to comprehend its logic: the Ice Dragon Staircase was not built in a single day, but rather expanded bit by bit to its current scale through the efforts of countless generations.

"I..." Wang Shitai was left completely speechless by Peng Donglai's question, opening his mouth several times without managing to utter a single word.

"You useless thing, all you know how to do is shriek. Would it kill you to put in a little more effort?" Binghe Wuxin felt immensely dissatisfied upon hearing the cries of the Chongming Bird, deeply loathing such noise.

Unable to endure any longer, Li Xiuning drove Chang Geheng out of the carriage, declaring that he would not be allowed back inside until the smell of alcohol on him had completely dissipated.

Qing Feng drew his longsword, preparing for a destructive battle against Sui Yu, ready to defy everything for the sake of the Ghost Butterfly.

For a moment, those two bodyguards felt immense pressure. At times, to prevent a fatal attack by the bloodthirsty wolves on He Weidong, they even used their own bodies to block the assault, causing Wang Ying to feel a slight stir of emotion—after all, these two bodyguards could be considered dutiful and responsible.

Xiao Pingzhong's gaze toward Xiao Meiniang no longer held the slightest ripple of emotion; his previous covetousness and madness seemed to have been mere illusions. Now, he resembled a patient and greedy wolf that had laid low for a long time.

"Oh... it's nothing much. Word came from the True Extreme Hall of Yanhai Gate that they are entangled with the demon race without making smooth progress, and they hope we can provide reinforcements, preferably dispatching ocean-crossing skiffs. Besides, our side has already finished pacification completely," said Mu Aotian.

He considered himself a man of considerable strength and a member of the Wudao Gang. If he did not respond, once word got out, he would inevitably become a laughingstock to outsiders, and such an incident would also shame the Wudao Gang. If Guo Fei found out later and blamed him, he would find it humiliating.

"Then what should I do to satisfy everyone?" Even now, Zheng Dian showed not the slightest sign of dissatisfaction. Although somewhat depressed, he felt that doing a little bit for the greater whole was not a bad thing.

Although Zhang Cuizhu's complexion was haggard, her beauty had hardly diminished, stirring even Song Ruilong's heart.

The very next moment, the two felt a blur before their eyes, and when they reappeared, they had already entered a fantastical world.

"We must charge through as well. We cannot let them bear all the fighting here; we must kill!" shouted the Demon Lord.

The great battle between the base and the zombie horde had long since concluded. Countless zombies had been slain, yielding hundreds of thousands of energy crystals. Once converted into power, they smoothly transformed into three million units of condensed refined ore. Although six Apocalypse tanks were destroyed, it was a very cost-effective trade compared to this harvest.

As for why Yun Qianshan was so easy to talk to, Xiao Ling could not figure it out. In his mind, the only possible probability was that his own cultivation had drawn Yun Qianshan's attention.

After evading those demon kings, Mu Xiaotian began using concealment to meddle everywhere. With the cover of the Profound Concealment Talisman, it was extremely difficult for anyone below the mid-level demon emperor realm to detect him.

"Actually, my lady need not feel troubled; I have long since fallen for your beauty's trap." Amidst Nan Gongjin's smile, Si Wan somehow sensed a hint of smugness.

The masked leader turned pale with fright, murmuring under his breath, "The power of rules," and then his body involuntarily began to back away.

"So that's why he killed so many of us and yet let us leave," Chao Ying said with sudden realization.

"Good." Zhu Yuan's words were like a reassurance pill for Bai Zhenlong. After expressing a few more concerns about Zhu Yuan's injuries, he stood up and left.

The orange-red setting sun hung halfway across the horizon, and its cast afterglow gradually faded. Darkness slowly spread, enveloping the sky and about to swallow the last traces of light.

One of the Profound Yin Ghost King's arms was instantly severed. The closer the souls' tiers of existence were to each other, the stronger the power of the eight-foot magatama. The intense pain brought by soul-burning caused the Profound Yin Ghost King to emit a squeal like a slaughtered pig, sweat pouring from his forehead like rain as his entire body trembled.

This action by Si Wan convinced Nie Shang that she had not found A Su's corpse, allowing him to calm down completely.

"Lin Ruolan, shut your mouth! If it weren't for you, things wouldn't have come to this pass," Bai Jie rebuked angrily.

"I'm afraid it's even worse than that. Come out and take a look," Ming Chong said as he pulled open the tent and walked out.

Therefore, whether it was Tuoba Hong, Dong Renqi, or Liao Hongsheng, all of them could hardly suppress the excitement in their hearts.

Qin Zhen was also going to the capital, so she suggested that Peiying be married off from the capital, which would also allow her to stay at the Qin residence there.

Upon hearing the news of Tantai Ming's death, Ye Nanshan's heart churned endlessly, leaving him silent and numb for a long time.

Because she bumped into Wen Feihang and his group midway, Lu Jiaoyi lost all inclination to go shopping or watch a movie.

Qin Zhen blinked her eyes, stepped forward, and walked up to his side. Suddenly, she reached out, and a small object materialized in her palm.

As for offending Mount Longhu, Elder Qi was even less concerned. If Mount Longhu was unwilling to treat his grandson's cold affliction and chose to go to war with the Qi family, he would not hesitate to strike at Mount Longhu directly.