Volume 1, Chapter 55: You Still Have the Face to Come Back

How could Rococo be the kind of person to miss her evasive gaze? She immediately turned around and stared intently at her.

In their eyes, if Chengtian could truly manipulate this magical cauldron, it meant either that his cultivation level was sufficient to control a magic weapon of this caliber, or that his compatibility with this magic weapon was extraordinarily high—so high that it could shatter the suppression of its grade.

"Chenghuang." Xia Anyi stood up. Hearing him cough, she moved to approach him, vaguely catching the scent of blood. Sensing her getting closer, Huo Chenghuang turned and shut the bathroom door.

She looked in astonishment at Xuan Yuanhan, who was busy by the fire. The scene was breathtakingly beautiful! An alluring man, striking enough to capture every gaze, earnestly preparing a broth; even such an ordinary task became wonderfully picturesque.

An equivalent price allowed other matters to be thoroughly perfected. As for those extra thoughts, everything could even be completed in advance right here.

His grizzled hair was tied up haphazardly, and the white beard on his chin was very long, also tied in a messy fashion, though it looked much better kept than his hair, showing that he truly cherished his beard.

This kind of combat was completely different from the match last night. No matter what, that had been a competition; even without restrictions, there had to be limits. As Yang Ming had said, under no circumstances could anyone be killed. But this kind of clash was a matter of life and death, left to fate. Therefore, Yang Ming had already made up his mind to beat these two wretches to death right here and now.

Lin Tianyao was in no hurry. For him, merging this starry Nascent Soul with his own was by no means a difficult task.

"Fine. If you won't talk, I'll start by crippling your arms." With that, Yang Ming directly raised his foot, stepped on the man's arms, and stomped down fiercely twice.

Glancing at his own health bar, the Zed naturally dared not approach in person, because his remaining health could no longer withstand Viktor's full combo.

Yet she did not know that Su Yang had already quietly slipped away by then, departing from a completely different angle. He was well aware that Chen Jun could use the vantage point of the high ground to overlook the area below. Like a phantom, his figure sped swiftly through the pitch-black night.

Wu Wei grabbed Kula by the back of the neck and hoisted him up, while Mal's dagger remained pressed against Kula's spine.

By this point, with the exception of the dark mages, the vast majority of the dark forces throughout Europe were entirely under Zhang Xiaofeng's control.

Whether the wine was simply too strong or something else, the bandits at the campsite grew drowsy one by one, swaying before collapsing onto the ground to fall fast asleep. The last thought in their minds before passing out was: Tonight's wine is truly damn potent.

Yet a man on the ground, paying no heed to his blood-soaked body, frantically crawled on his hands and knees to Captain Liu's feet and suddenly grabbed hold of the captain's thigh.

"Not bad, except you look like you've matured quite a bit." Su Yang adjusted his black-rimmed glasses and smiled, then opened his messenger bag to check its contents, which included the press credentials required for entering D-M Biotech this time.

Qiyang stubbornly believed that this was a good opportunity to let Ling'er try to forget him, and he could not afford to soften his heart.

"We must find Yu Feng before the survivors do," He Hao muttered to himself. He had his own plans, and no matter what, he had to protect him.

"Sister Muyu, you look truly gorgeous today." Nangong Xueer's smile remained gentle and sweet, her eyes fluttering as if they could speak.

Even if Xu Zi and Huo Kun joined forces, they might not necessarily be able to block this single palm strike, because the martial intent behind it was far too formidable—so overwhelming that it caused one to tremble, leaving no room to mount a defense.

Jiang Tianxiao stared blankly at the man, then suddenly rubbed her hands together. The sensation of touching the man's cheek still lingered on her skin—warm, delicate, elastic, and full of vitality.

"Alright, Zilin, let's put this question aside for now. Even if it's true, it doesn't have much to do with us. Our primary goal right now is to acquire the Heavenly Sweet Spirit-Refining Saliva; we can discuss everything else later!" Xiao Lun waved his hand, interrupting Lu Zilin, who was about to speak.

After a long while, an elder withdrew his infatuated gaze, swallowed hard, composed himself, and murmured to himself.

Lu Li had entered seclusion once more, leaving Yuyang with no choice but to gather data and intelligence while he waited. After waiting for more than half a year, however, Lu Li suddenly emerged from seclusion, and his expression was extremely grim.

Seeing Zicai's gnashing of teeth, Suibian lowered his gaze and smiled faintly, a gentle, shimmering light dancing in his eyes.

"Boss, please calm down. It's our fault for not rushing to Arcadia in time!" Several Reincarnators nearby heard this and wore bitter smiles.

Lu Li remained motionless, as if he had heard nothing. Externally, his body showed no abnormalities whatsoever. The silver dragon mark on his back was covered by his robes, but the beast-tooth necklace around his neck had vanished, leaving only a single red string.

Now that Zicai had entered Dragon Island, it meant their backgrounds and identities were intertwined, and the relationship between the two would naturally endure far longer than their previous encounter.

The wind chopped his words into fine fragments, intermittent and sharp like shattered razor blades, piercing into everyone's ears.

"That was terrifying. That bird's talons were so long and sharp; if we had been caught by that thing, both of our lives would have been over." Huang Shufa felt a lingering wave of fear.

The advantage of Hextech equipment is precisely this: it can be charged infinitely, at least in theory. The breaks in between serve as cooling-off periods for the weapon.

A moment later, his brain operated like a precision computer, instantly categorizing and processing them cleanly.

Manager Li snapped out of his trance, waved a hand to signal the others to step away, and opened the brochure to introduce the items to You Yan.

None of the others dared to step forward to voice any objection. They could only watch helplessly as Qin Shiyou stripped off her soiled shirt, tossed it into the trash can, and strode out of the office with an icy, expressionless face, not once looking back.

"Alas, do you think I didn't want to? If the Myriad Soul Sect truly enters the fray, then we will be utterly defeated."

Meijing leaped gracefully, landing right in front of the arrogant young lord, and demanded, "Do you still want to fight?" The young lord was already pale with fright, trembling all over. With a loud thud, he dropped to his knees and stammered, "Spare my life, Milady! Spare my life!" His retinues of servants dropped to their knees alongside him, kowtowing like pounding garlic.

The remaining issue was to return and finalize a plan for the next steps—specifically, whether to return to the base first or head directly to the Jiangxia Military Region. If they were to head to Jiangxia first, they would need this very contingent from the Nuancheng Military Region.