Chapter 17: Slaughterhouse on the Long Street (12)

The tension in the air was palpable, yet no one was willing to make the first move today.

Because while this place was essentially a colosseum created for them by the platform, they simultaneously had to fulfill the tasks assigned by the ghost.

Even if they were to slaughter everyone else, failing to leave behind the individuals required to complete the mission would be no different than committing suicide.

However, for Lu Jinzhao, she had only one overriding concern:

Neither her nor Wei Ling's combat strength was sufficient to clear the board.

"Since we can't fight right now—"

Their gazes met and instantly parted, yet Lin Jiangluo already seemed to grasp what was on Ji Canglan's mind.

"How could that be? These are the clothes Sister Shanshan brought over," Hu Fangjian said, acting rather honestly.

Meanwhile, countless others were blocked thousands of miles away by the vast distances between cities, left staring helplessly at towering mountain ranges and terrifying monsters, unable to provide reinforcements to Kyoto.

"Don't look at me like that. I thought the system would spawn a mine or something here..." Fang Xiao let out a dry, awkward chuckle.

This was a measure of last resort; after all, having come this far, if she failed to make Su Xiaoya turn back, her brother's entire life would be ruined. No matter what, regardless of how much effort it took, she absolutely could not allow such a thing to happen.

Although Qianyu and Qianrong had definitely exercised restraint when they struck, he was still injured, which meant... he must have inflicted it upon himself himself.

Xing Tianqi and Xing Tianlin, wandering outside, remained a thorn in the side of the Emperor of Wanjin. His usurpation of the throne had been an unprovoked and brazen act, utterly lacking any justifiable moral ground. Consequently, a large faction of loyalists within the imperial court still yearned for their former sovereign, harboring a persistent desire to welcome the Crown Prince back to the capital.

Despite the exorbitant prices here, it remained bustling with activity. Word had it that the mysterious owner behind this Hall of Glazed Gold was even coming out to host a special event today.

"Just now, I seemed to hear the Prince mention that it was because Qin Liefeng suddenly launched an attack on the border. Qing'er, do you think Qin Liefeng might have caught wind of something?" Banxia asked.

Yet, astonishment aside, a greater sense of joy filled them; with such an imposing and dominant sect master, the future path of the Kunlun Ruins was destined to reach far and wide.

Only, she hadn't expected the Earth Mother's strength to be so utterly pathetic, especially after having just devoured a batch of her own power reserves.

Once they were settled, Ye Zhiqiu deployed his forces, assigning the Ghost Child to guard the outer perimeter and Su Zhen and Youlan to guard the inner circle, establishing a dual line of defense before finally proceeding to cultivate.

The second advantage was the scenery. The training ground was built on a coastal height, offering a sweeping view of boundless blue sea and sky that instantly lifted one's spirits.

Though these two had names with no apparent connection and bore not the slightest resemblance to brothers, they were indeed full brothers, born of the same parents.

"Bastard, how could you possibly possess such an ability? You're nothing more than an anomaly yourself!" The team leader instantly realized that his actions posed no threat whatsoever to his opponent, driving him into an even greater fury.

Even a fool would know that compared to capturing the First Saint, ancient magical artifacts had to take second place.

For FSV Frankfurt, however, this stadium was somewhat overly spacious. While over twenty thousand fans could pack Freiburg's Schwarzwald-Stadion to the brim, they made FSV Frankfurt's home ground appear sparse and desolate, lacking a truly heated atmosphere.

From this perspective, the winter break undoubtedly helped Asian players adapt much better to the Bundesliga.

A single embroidery needle capable of threatening a Great Luo Golden Immortal was exceedingly rare, even within his native realm.

The two of them accompanied His Majesty the Divine Emperor all afternoon playing a game centered around fine chess pieces, and it wasn't until just before dinner that the Divine Emperor finally released them from the palace.

Shuangwei lazily opened his eyes, transformed himself back into human form, and casually pulled a large fallen leaf from nearby to cover his groin.

"Jiang Meihong, if you dare utter another word of nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart," Yu Huan declared, her face fierce with murderous intent.

Linger and the Demon Emperor emerged from the back of the large tent, both wearing smiles, extremely satisfied with the negotiations between Yang Guang and the Azure Dragon Divine King.