71 Calories

"The chosen one?" Qin Yuan sighed, his eyes wide with bewilderment as he gazed at the churning nebulae all around.

Suspended far off outside the nursery and viewed from behind, Xia Jie was seen tightly "embracing" Liu Xin in this manner. While Xingtian Dafeng and the others did not mind, entirely ignorant of Liu Xin's true identity, Yi Hao felt a violent tremor run through his body, shaking so intensely that he nearly plummeted straight down from the sky.

Hu Tiehua spurred his horse onward, galloping along the riverbank where not only were there no corpses of the dead, but not even a single living soul could be seen.

Then came a resounding *bang!* The furnace emitted a prolonged, deep chime like a giant bell. The pill furnace, forged entirely from raw iron, was cracked inch by inch by a single palm strike from him. In an instant, fine fractures crawled all over the furnace body, the ground beneath was shattered into powder, and the entire cauldron tilted heavily toward the right.

Flipping his hand over, he tightly gripped the claw of the magic armor beetle. A terrifying flame manifested in Zhang Xiaofeng's grasp—a blood-red fire that churned ceaselessly like flowing gore, brimming with an eerie aura of destruction.

With that, Zhang Baohua opened the only chest in his room, which was normally kept tucked beneath his bed. The bed had just been overturned by the ghostly wind, pressing the chest down beneath it. The trunk was exceedingly dilapidated; had it been swept up by the chilling gale, it would have been smashed to smithereens long ago.

The massive head of the Xuanwu swayed, a flattering smile creeping onto its features as it nodded most ingratiatingly toward Liu Xin. Liu Xin rolled her eyes, casually fished a few rare fruits cultivated by the Li Wu Palace out of her sleeve, and shoved them straight into the Xuanwu's mouth, before tossing one each to Xia Jie and Bai Ye.

"Father? Then why would you still refuse those people?" The question slipped out involuntarily.

"Now we can only leave it to fate. I've arranged for people to go into Vietnam to meet and back them up, and I just hope they can reach the designated rendezvous point in time," Liu Bingchen sighed. As the head of the Liu family, he naturally knew how chaotic the current situation in the Golden Triangle was—a battleground for major powers and a haunt for super outlaws.

Compared to Tai'e's counsel, this remark was not entirely foolish, yet it failed to win the approval of his other kinsmen. To have the Holy Clan beg humans for assistance—what a supreme humiliation that would be.

He wanted to speak, but found it difficult to form sounds due to the choking lump in his throat. With a muffled swallow, he felt utterly degraded.

***

As it turned out, ever since the duel between Ling Zhuo and Grandmaster Yang Lin first commenced, the three individuals trapped within the stone cave had already begun closely monitoring every single movement on the arena stage.

Ding Buwei clenched his fists tightly, his gaze resolute. He wished to catch a glimpse of the ultimate heights of martial arts, and the only thing that could support him in achieving this final goal was the strength in his own hands—continuously enhancing his power, elevating his might by any means necessary.

Following the midday break, everyone's spirit and physical strength had indeed been wonderfully restored and replenished, especially the young maidens and youths, whose vigor was immensely boosted.

Having long since been informed by Ding Buwei of the Blood Demon Sect's encampment, and already knowing that this General Yan was a former subordinate of her late father, she felt no particular astonishment. Responding with utmost calm, she did not mean to appear discourteous, but simply possessed that kind of temperament.

It was evident that the number and strength of the mutated entities were gradually increasing, and what was even more concerning was that their combat intelligence continued to grow.

This was a sheer extortion attempt on Ding Buwei's part, and he knew full well the other party would never agree. Yet it mattered little; as the saying went, one asks for a price sky-high and repays on the spot. If he had opened with a low figure, he would surely have been at a loss. It was far better to demand an astronomical sum right away to test the baseline of the other party.

One could only say that Wang Xiuying understood Wang Ziming quite well; Wang Ziming's visit to the Old Madam was for no other purpose than to bring Wang Xiuting back home.

"Hmph! Ridiculous people of the Celestial Kingdom." Terrifying fluctuations of the proud elite swept across the entire rear battlefield of the Celestial Kingdom.

Wu Zhao focused his vision, scanning every single room and corner of the basement to ensure there were no active zombies remaining.

The reason I issued such a warning was naturally because this fellow Xiong Da was omnipresent; should any problem arise, things would become rather troublesome. I certainly did not wish to see Gu Yeqing's personal safety subjected to any further threats.

Amidst them, Chu Yun narrowed his eyes as he observed the posture of the group, guessing at a highly probable scenario: could these people possibly understand a cooperative formation?

Liu Yingying nodded, extending her fair wrist. Chu Yun felt her pulse; it was quite steady with nothing abnormal, and he then channeled a wisp of genuine qi into her body. Using one's own internal energy to sense anomalies within another person's body was a most abstruse technique.

This time, he had been carried back by his family because he had drunk to the point of losing consciousness, though fortunately, he still breathed a thread of life.

Before her very eyes, Jiang Yun underwent a sudden transformation, a pitch-black robe materializing upon his person.

Though only a spiritual avatar of Jiang Yun stood before Zhang Long at present, suppressing a mere Zhang Long with sheer pressure was more than sufficient.

Even if Guo Jia might not necessarily share a single mind with Zhang Rang, Zhang Rang was truly at his wit's end at this moment.

It turned out that the reason the Long-Eyebrowed Arhat had been so formidable just a moment ago was because he was constantly burning his Buddhist power and divine soul without pause.

The others were paying their respects to the Old Man, but these two alone failed to react in time. Gu Sanqiu felt he had already discovered the truth.

It was a pity that the EX-Durandal had been destroyed, yet as long as Miba created two holy-demonic swords for her, it would still prove to be a decent asset.