50 Growth and Adolescence

Xing Dongjie’s wife looked around the room in disbelief. She only saw Fan Miaomiao and no one else.

The fierce warrior of the Bimon clan clearly despised Long Xuan, speaking with cold indifference. This made Wu Jieming understand why the Iron-blooded Cavalry he commanded had seemed completely ignored by the boss when attacking the Wushuang clan players earlier.

That morning, Shui Qing entered the office but hadn’t even warmed the chair before Uncle Xiao and Father Ye teamed up to drive him out.

He only knew that, unlike others who turned a blind eye to the cries of the young, he could not betray his conscience.

“Brother Yu, you’ve finally come,” Li Xiaoyan broke the silence first, grasping Chen Yu’s arm. “Brother Yu, do you believe Qingfeng is innocent too? I’ll bring Qingfeng over right now.” Without waiting for a reply, she bounced away.

“Yes,” Chris said with gratitude, placing the Chaos Crystal on the wooden table before turning to leave with two lackeys in shameful retreat.

“Haha, I didn’t expect such great benefits just by joining the sect. This looks far better than Tianlong Sect,” Zhang Zheming said, first to pick up a golden pill.

The magical martial arts competition held by the Holy Dragon Academy was tempting to Xiao Yu and others, but after Lilin’s words, Xiao Yu couldn’t help but wonder if there was some trick behind the contest.

“Let’s go!” Commander Xiong nudged me, and we followed the others toward the seats. Sitting beside Anning, I looked at her sweet smile and forced a faint smile in return.

Meiolis was the last to enter the shadowy realm. Seeing all the vampires eager, he spread his huge golden wings and immediately issued the battle orders.

Still, she harbored a slight doubt: according to Magu, the seal on Ling Mountain Village was not a simple formation but a barrier that had lasted over ten thousand years. Since no one replenished spiritual energy to maintain it, she was able to enter by following the flute’s melody.

Liu Banxian and Li Zhiyong inspected the weapons meticulously, examining each piece carefully, leaving no chance for anything that might be a divine artifact.

She saw Jiang Shou stop in his tracks, his eyes gradually clouding with a mist.

“Is that so? I wonder what herbs your friend is looking for?” Qianqian’s eyes flickered with concealed disdain.

The current world level was only fifty-five, and she had waited long enough to rise from fifty to fifty.

This was the secret spell created by the old man Fen Yan to suppress the fierce aura of the Burning Flame Serpent. Now Ye Tianxuan had obtained the spell, controlling the serpent, absorbing its essence, and devouring its soul.

At this moment, Yin Feng was frantic. The Soul Nurturing Water was a first-rate, exquisite substance, as rare and elusive as the Pure Spring Lotus, vanished from the annals of time.

Though the newcomers were strong, even top-tier Celestial-level warriors, their leader was a half-step Fragmented-level powerhouse. No matter their intentions, they had nothing to fear.

Honestly, it was best if the opponent accepted death calmly. In a true spiritual fight, the head might be struck, damaging the soul. Only a clean, swift neck snap could yield the most perfect soul essence.

Chen Hu and Huang Tian were reluctant, but Xiang Qiao’s firm stance left them no choice. They could ignore Yin Feng’s fate but not Xiang Qiao’s safety.

However, Dong Zhuo knew that the path through Hulao Pass was the hardest to clear. The area was garrisoned by Gao Yi, Wang Yun, Bao Xin, Cao Cao, Yuan Shao, and others, including some remnants of Ding Yuan’s old troops. Thus, Hu Zhen had to be assigned capable generals.

Mo Zhu absentmindedly placed her finger on her chest. The hollow place inexplicably ached, like needles pricking, the pain dense and spreading until blood flowed like a river.

The opponent had clearly anticipated this and sealed off her retreat with powerful mental force.

“You’re lying! How else would I have seen you in that outfit if you weren’t peeking at us?” Lin Ziyan argued with justification.

Xu Wen snorted coldly, unleashing an even more violent magical force. The Wheel of Annihilation slowly rose into the air, its endless power sweeping through the void, obliterating countless poisonous flames.

When Chen Shi spoke, his troops were deeply moved, their hearts stirred into silence.

Ma Zongheng finished speaking, then turned seriously to Ma Yi, calling out sharply. Ma Yi immediately saluted in agreement, his expression subtly shifting.

A sultry, soul-shattering voice emerged as the red figure of the enchantress flashed out from behind a mottled earthen wall. Clearly, those collapsed on the ground had been struck by her poisoned needles.

But now, as he swung the fatal blade with a resolve to die, he finally understood what set him apart from Mo Tingyu.

Unexpectedly, in a single clash of horses, the leader was stabbed through and died instantly.

Leaving behind a word, Li Ming held Liu Li’s hand and, amid everyone’s smiles, led her out of the villa courtyard, passing through the faintly visible trees until they reached the villa where they dined—Villa Right Three.

Naturally, for such a father, they studied diligently and trained hard, their obedience remarkably high.

For them, even staying longer in the Divine Prison Tower now was futile.

One was his father, the other his man; both engaged in magical duels filled with intrigue, more fierce and brutal than any true physical battle.

Chen Taiyi looked around; unlike earlier, there were hardly any ghosts left here.

The Golden-scaled Carp Demon swam out of the Coral Cave entrance, lightly waving his golden spear to command three blue-shelled crab soldiers to guard the cave mouth.

That was just fine. Without me here, things still ran smoothly—perhaps even better than when I was around. Often, the “master” is just a statue to whom everyone bows, nothing more.

Song Jiaming looked at Zhou Xingxing before him. He liked talent and was also a fan of Commander Zhou. Previously, he hadn’t accepted him promptly, wanting life to smooth away some of his sharp edges. Now the time was ripe, and the position of Flying Tiger Commander was settled.

Da Qiao carefully examined Chen Taiyi and then took his pulse. Only after confirming he was uninjured did she relax.

Since the age of eight, Feng Sanniang had trained under an “old monster” from the Ruan family. She was the only one to have broken through the Ruan family’s “Trapped Dragon Formation.”