Go up and save them?

That ordinary, even notched iron sword now appeared like a divine weapon capable of cleaving everything apart.

Feng Lin chose not to go back simply because such ruins offered slow improvements for cultivation, which did not mean the ruins were devoid of danger.

Several nearby grand completion realm experts attacked simultaneously, yet the moment they approached Feng Lin, their bodies froze into ice sculptures, unable to move at all.

"I think we can be friends, don't you?" Jiang Yunxiao cleared his throat, though the look he cast at Lu Ning carried a hint of unusual ambiguity.

With a wave of her hand, dozens of celestial generals and soldiers immediately separated from the main army and charged fiercely toward the incoming enemy. Wielding powerful divine abilities, they clashed with the opposing forces in a bloody battle; flames soared into the sky amidst a deafening roar.

On this night, they no longer feared being robbed by vagrants and boldly, wantonly boiled pot after pot of meat.

In reality, his soul power had not been in turmoil previously; it was simply that his current soul power was much more docile, making the earlier soul power seem all the more difficult to tame by comparison.

Chen Mu's resentment sometimes came inexplicably. Having been childhood sweethearts for so many years, no matter how cold and indifferent his nature, he shouldn't have harbored a heart full of resentment toward her.

"Village Chief, Father, Mother, and everyone, those vagrants tried to rob Ah-Chuan and me yesterday as we were coming down the mountain."

With that, she told them to get lost immediately, or else she would kill them to keep company with those who had just died.

Qingwan nodded, tilted her head to think for a moment, and then broke into a mischievous smile, leaving Nalan puzzled.

"My lord, why must you torture yourself like this?" Lian'er pouted, saying that even though she clearly didn't want the Fourth Prince to come over, she still insisted on having Lanying go on stage to sing. Wasn't this deliberately giving others an opportunity?

That sense of danger welled up from the bottom of her heart, yet Fenghua could not sense Lan's aura locking onto her.

After finishing his sentence, Li Rongbao paused for a moment, freed one hand from beneath the pillow, pulled out several sheets of paper, and handed them to Lady Ligiya.

Under normal circumstances, Ruotang would choose to let bygones be bygones, except when encountering people who deliberately sought trouble. Besides, if she were bullied by Princess Guo'an on an occasion like this, she would never be able to hold her head high in this social circle again.

Inside the room, Jasmine was still crying, completely unaware of what was happening outside. Even if Xia Mo wanted to call out to her for help, her voice wouldn't reach, rendering all her efforts futile.

There was still no movement inside the carriage. Lou Zhi stroked the face of the wooden figurine with his fingertips without changing his expression, as if her warmth still lingered. His phoenix eyes lifted slightly, and a trace of cold, ruthless hostility overflowed from the corners of his eyes and brows.

This Tenth Prince appeared indifferent to court politics on the surface, but in secret, he was actively pulling strings among court officials and finding ways to win people's hearts. His wild ambitions were evident from a single glance.

Looking at Yun Shang, who smiled like a gentle breeze no matter the situation, Noble Consort Yun sometimes truly wished this son of hers would throw a temper tantrum. Even if it were a fit of great joy or extreme anger, but... Yun Shang was simply Yun Shang, just as he himself often said: even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, his expression would not change.

This crisis required finding the mastermind behind the scenes in order to be resolved, regardless of whether the opponent was Lucifer himself or some other entity.

When Tian Miaomiao returned to the Bai residence, Lady Bai was already waiting at the entrance. Seeing her and her twin younger brothers dressed neatly, she knew they must have run out the moment they heard the news of her return.

Unable to confirm this, he went back to the chat interface to check for a while, only to find that no one was mentioning the matter at all.

Although Dai Heng never looked at the school's confession wall, his roommates checked it frequently. He Feng and Yang Pan saw that post on the confession wall and told him about it.

"How did she pull that off?" It seemed Hua Ge and Ah Hua were indeed very close. Ling Xin instantly developed a desire to steal a page from their book; if she could master this trick, wouldn't she be able to walk unhindered through the deep palace in the dead of night?

Yuanju suppressed the fury burning in his heart, glared viciously at Sheng Shixuan, and raised his right hand to point out the disciples of the Wuji Sect one after another.

Bei Haishi's decision to cast aside sectarian bias and impart his ultimate techniques would undoubtedly create a profound impact on the traditional Chinese medicine community.

The bone sword continued forward, piercing cleanly through the chest of "Green Bamboo" Li Li, the leader of the two rivers' Li family, right before everyone's eyes.

For some reason this time, perhaps because she was truly starving, she had let her true nature show.

Following a response, several figures flew in from afar. It was none other than Steward Miao and the disciples he led rushing to the scene.

Shortly after, most of the people in the tavern followed Yao Kuang away, all eager to watch a good show. The cultivators in this black market were all disciples of the Butterfly Killing Sect, though due to certain circumstances, they had become unruly and resembled hoodlums.

"Damn it, don't run." Over a dozen gang members in the rental building chased after him, pursuing Li Fei all the way up to the rooftop.

Without this quota, he wouldn't even be qualified to participate in the selection of the Seven Great Sects of the Ziyang Empire, and thus would lose any possibility of openly rescuing his mother in the Ziyang Empire.

I forcibly suppressed the panic and nausea in my heart. I wanted to see what this feather was actually trying to do, or rather, to see what kind of "ability" the youth intended to demonstrate to us.

The reason was simply because of the overwhelming number of private messages and notifications, which caused her Weibo system to crash, making it impossible to access the main page.

This lean, handsome youth with deep, expressive features was Long Jie. Wielding a blood-stained dagger, he winked triumphantly.

On the dueling platform, the arena for the number one muscular man lit up, and the dull sound of iron portcullises echoed. The heavily prepared brute stared with tense nerves at the rising iron gate. The sand-scratching footsteps of a beast echoed, and a pale yellow spotted leopard head came into everyone's view.

The judge standing nearby did not hesitate upon hearing this; he quickly sent someone to inform the judge ten paces away to step back slightly to avoid accidental injury.

After trapping seven or eight players, Li Fei felt somewhat tired and sat down in the grass to rest. He opened the virtual screen, entered the chat lobby, and browsed the players' chat logs.

Ou Huang rushed over impatiently, only to see that the huge stone that had just been moved away now revealed an underground passage.

The incense burned quite steadily, and the candle flame was robust; everything seemed calm and peaceful. The compass needle pointed true, and the feng shui here could no longer be described simply as good—it was a land where immortals could be born, but by no means a place that harbored filth.

However, a red dot representing danger on the map was rushing rapidly toward this direction, likely belonging to at least a four-star card cultivator. Thus, Li Mu hurriedly used an invisibility card while not forgetting to activate his atomized body technique simultaneously.