Volume One, Chapter 76: He Is Still Just a Child

"Familiar, my foot! Do you think every woman you see looks familiar?" the lady snapped angrily.

She was already advanced in years. Having fallen from the position of special assistant to the chairman of Leng Corporation, it was no different than tumbling from the clouds straight into the abyss.

Yet now, powerful and boundless energies enveloped the room. Masters of the people, military masters, chiefs of the imperial guards, and leaders of the Blood Drop organization—all these formidable figures had gathered, turning this place into a domain as perilous as the imperial court.

With her arms outstretched, Ouyang Ting Shuang swung her gold and silver blades to their furthest reach. Then, loosening her grip, the blades spun in midair, circled once, and returned steadily into her hands.

Wang Yi furrowed his brow, struggling to fend off Ouyang Ting Shuang's attacks with his long spear. Unfortunately, the two were now so close that he could not find any chance to counterattack. After enduring a dozen strikes, Wang Yi felt his hands slipping from the shaft, and the crimson fine spear trembled uncontrollably.

Casa City had been destroyed; countless had perished. Yet a handful of lucky souls had survived, sailing on steel tower ships and bathing in the ocean of spiritual energy. Their breakthroughs granted them endless benefits.

But the Divine Abyss offered scant protection. The residual energy left behind was even more terrifying—dozens of times more destructive than that which had torn through the Fifth Holy City.

In fact, if he suddenly possessed one of those sacred relics from the Samsara Illusion, he could easily forge a formation to kill the Eastern Giant Spirit General outright, without needing the help of Wu Yue Li and Dan Long.

"No, Mother, let's go back," Ouyang Ting Shuang scratched her head, feeling nothing but a soreness in her wrist. There was nothing else amiss. She planned to take a restorative pill that night and return tomorrow to continue slaying wolves.

Lei Batian could not afford to wait two days. He urgently needed Ye Chen's head to celebrate with Lei Jiaojiao.

Lin Feng smiled with a hint of envy. Ouyang Ting Shuang's journey had indeed been remarkably smooth; aside from the traveling, she had not encountered the slightest difficulty. Of course, the incident with Lin Ying back in Qingyuan Sword City was another matter entirely.

Song Dahu was at a loss, glancing at the gate, then at Wei Han. Enduring his anger, Wei Han nodded.

Seeing that entry was impossible, Li Xiuqin took Hu Qiang to a nearby shop. Only after entering did she realize it was a fruit store. The heating inside was so warm that it felt nothing like winter. As soon as they stepped in, the owner greeted them with a smile, asking what they wished to buy.

Most people gathered around the television, groups of three or five huddled together, seeking warmth in both family and the programs they watched.

After hearing those words, the crowd’s morale soared. Each person fought desperately, refusing to rest even when their MP ran out, instead taking medicines to keep going.

"Speak up! Show the courage you had when you cursed me in high school!" Liu Xing shouted, rebuking the other fiercely.

Although Bishop Wohl and the others had survived, he could not imagine what the Pope would do to him if he returned to the church with only this discarded papal scepter.

To be honest, compared to other matters, Bertina’s troublemaking nature was what gave Enrico the greatest headache.

Hearing the words "Divine Pill Formula," the old man's body began to tremble, his voice quivering, "You really have the Divine Pill Formula?" I nodded.

So expensive? Yes, it's just that expensive! The price of clothes can be judged by the label, but that's not the most important thing. The key is whose handiwork the garment is.

Gongsun Fan secretly rejoiced, thinking this was just what he'd been hoping for, so he eagerly agreed.