Volume 1, Chapter 58: When Traveling, You Have to Give Yourself an Identity

The boy was indeed Gretel, a fact Yang Yi perceived with absolute clarity. His mind had become remarkably lucid, and he knew it was Hansel recounting the sequence of events to him. Yet, wasn't Hansel's spiritual power far too formidable?

However, there was no time to dwell on that now. Moreover, her behavior was exceedingly bizarre, and who knows what kind of scheme she was plotting. For now, escaping had to be the priority before considering anything else.

Shang Yuan was still charging forward and could not check his momentum in time. Raising his iron whip, he let out a loud roar and smashed it straight down toward the enemy.

"My senior brother has said that Xuandu is here by the order of our teacher to assist Senior Brother in eradicating the flood," said the Great Master Xuandu.

A mouth, already torn apart severely, dripped dark red blood continuously from the corners, looking unimaginably ugly, bizarre, sinister, and terrifying against the backdrop of disheveled hair.

"Remember this: red flowers, green leaves, and white lotus roots—the three teachings are fundamentally one family." With these words, a brilliant golden light filled the sky, and Huorong's figure vanished, leaving only his voice echoing behind.

With that, Xu Chen leaped forward, his arms spread wide and his robes fluttering in the wind like a diving goshawk as he plummeted toward the bottom of the cliff.

As one stone figure after another marched into the pit and tumbled down, the pit was gradually filled by them. Those stone figures that had bypassed the pit already surrounded Tianxuanzi, and the two sides engaged in a fierce battle.

Cao Cheng had already switched to a new saber. Seeing the situation was so critical, a sense of shock stirred within his heart. Even if Yang Zaixing slaughtered every single chieftain below, Cao Cheng would not even frown; in fact, it would be a golden opportunity to annex their territories and troops. However, if that barbarian surnamed Yang were to kill Liu Lin, how was he supposed to secure an imperial amnesty and surrender?

Amidst the awe-filled and curious gazes of the common folk, Yang Yi led a thousand soldiers of the Divine Martial Army to the royal palace. Prince Simon had been waiting outside for a long time, welcoming Yang Yi warmly and amiably. Yang Yi looked around; preparations for the wedding were already underway. Although it was winter, the decorations were still exquisitely arranged.

Old Ghost Wu was utterly astonished. A talking spirit beast, alongside a spirit beast in soul form, and both possessing such formidable combat power—each one of them was extraordinarily precious. He had exhausted thousands of years without managing to acquire even one, so how could this Lin Qingquan possess two?

Swordsman was no longer standing in his original spot; instead, he had advanced another twenty paces or so, standing guard like a sentry at the entrance of the village with his long sword raised, completely motionless.

For a cultivator in the Defilement-Clearing Realm to defeat a cultivator in the Ingestion Realm was already an impossible feat, let alone when facing four of them.

Finding that deep, secluded mountain pool beneath Green Ox Ridge, Xu Rui stripped off all his clothes and plunged headfirst into the mountain pool, which was roughly two meters deep and ten meters square. The freezing stream water enveloped his entire body in an instant. Although it was already April, the weather had not yet warmed up, and the mountain water felt biting cold to the bone.

The two commanders intended to completely blockade Mount Damei and trap the Japanese invaders who had hijacked Sai Hongfu and Hongguo within the mountainous region of Mount Damei, preventing them from escaping, and then wait for Fangcai to return and rescue the hostages. However, having the intention was one thing, and whether that intention could be fully realized was entirely another matter.

"Enough, you two! Stop flattering each other!" Wu Yimo interrupted impatiently, unable to listen any longer to their mutual praise, and abruptly cut them off. "Let's talk business. Boss Li, I still stand by my suggestion: if you aren't going to charge for account registration, you'd better find a way to monetize it through advertising!"

To this end, Gaara even hired a specialized trainer for himself—none other than the Wild Beast of Konoha, Might Guy, who possessed an extremely high level of mastery in taijutsu.

This time, however, the broadcast no longer played Xu.Rui's speech, but rather interviews with the soldiers of the garrison battalion.

As Liang Chen pushed the minion wave into the tower, Pao Pao moved into the brush close to the enemy defensive tower. The moment Liang Chen cast his ultimate ability, Pao Pao rushed straight out.

Both sides started with a conventional long-serpent formation. After catching a glimpse of each other in the river, Liang Chen dropped his first trinket ward and headed straight to his lane.

Right in the center of the main gate, a pitch-black, glossy coffin was carried in by nearly ten burly men and placed upon the ground.

Having said this, Sha Feihong instinctively checked her surroundings, seemingly worried that someone might be secretly watching them. At that very moment, however, Sha Feihong's gaze was caught by the sand pit Yang Fan had previously created.

At that moment, Guan Yu, who could have secured Cheng Pu's head with a single basic attack, unexpectedly vaulted behind Cheng Pu with an E skill.

"Impossible! We will never allow invaders to lay a hand on the Tree of Life!" Green Feng said resolutely.

Gong Yuyue's ears caught her low gasp. Following the direction of her gaze, he saw a number faintly taking shape on the palm of her hand, a sharp gleam flashing across the depths of his eyes.

Gu Tingchen spoke incoherently. I could tell how heartbroken he was, and seeing him like this made my own heart ache, so I turned my head away to avoid looking at him.

Suddenly, a fierce silver light flashed swiftly across the mottled, shadowy grass, transforming in the blink of an eye into a slender, handsome figure.

For a long time, he just stood there smiling, patiently locking gazes with her, waiting for her to open her mouth and ask him to stay.

They still had a chance. Yang Fan was still trapped inside the training grounds, and the president of Xize Island would send him straight to the underworld.

Feng Lingxue glanced back at the Ninth Prince, whose expression, along with those of his bodyguards, was dead serious. Even as they watched the match on the arena stage, their minds were clearly elsewhere.