Chapter 42

Xia Shuguang sullenly withdrew his half-raised wine glass. Disregarding the curious gazes of the colleagues around him, he lifted the glass and drained the liquor in one go.

The linen-clad youth did not disturb him. He turned, nodded to Liu Ruoxi, took a few steps back to leave the cliff, and then, leaving Ji Lingsheng behind in deep thought, headed straight down the mountain. Liu Ruoxi glanced at the still-pensive Ji Lingsheng and followed him away.

Another older man with graying temples sighed, though his words completely belied his appearance.

He was erratic and yet asked him what he wanted to do; had they not been friends for many years, his grave mound would likely be several feet high by now.

Liu Wuchen had arrived here several days ago, but no unusual conditions had occurred in the exotic battlefield. He decided that if things remained this way, he would go to the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons to take a look.

Outside the window, it was still pitch black, and inside the room, it was equally pitch black. Yet he had already awakened, staring blankly into that empty, boundless darkness, lost in a trance.

Yet they had no intention of going to Chengdu, choosing instead to come here and wait based on their deductions. After all, once in Chengdu, the situation might become somewhat different.

Qin Yang did not offer much of an opinion. His mission was reconnaissance and scouting; analysis was certainly not his strong suit. Besides, whatever he could think of, Bai Pojun had already considered, so naturally there was no need for him to say more. How to proceed was a matter for Bai Pojun, the commander of the Pangu Legion, to ponder.

"No need, I understand most of it." Tang Fan shook his head slightly, and with a trace of surprise, looked down at the cub cradled in his arms. At that moment, the little creature was tilting its head, blinking its eyes curiously at him. Tang Fan truly could not have imagined that this cub was actually the offspring of the Crimson Gold Eagle Emperor.

Behind that Spiritomb lay endless phantoms of malice, a vast wave of dark intent that caused even Pokémon with weak spiritual power to tremble and become unable to move. Although it did not possess the Pressure ability, this Spiritomb's aura was inferior to none possessing that trait, making it utterly bizarre.

Though reluctant to part, everyone had their official duties to attend to and knew that they could not persuade the others to stay. They exchanged parting words of mutual care and bade each other a lingering farewell.

Although Shiya was equally outstanding, she always felt she shouldn't let him grow too full of himself, lest he really start thinking he was invincible.

This actually made Chi Wan feel rather embarrassed. Along the way, she had been so absorbed in chatting with Gu Linan that she had forgotten all these proprieties. Fortunately, he was thoughtful enough to remember.

From its maw, a violent, surging torrent of blue water crashed fiercely against the surface of the ocean, instantly blasting a gaping hole into the sea.

Ye Zilan began casting spells on the Soul-Devouring Staff. The remaining six ghostly faces on the staff drifted out as faint lights, and a moment later, they wove together into a glowing web of light across the platform in this dark world, enveloping the sky over a vast area.

The wooden ladder was steep, and by the time she reached the top, she leaned against the railing, panting. The chill up here was even more intense, and clad only in thin garments, she could not help shivering and curling into a ball.

In the viewers' line of sight, the entire battle arena of the Palace Gate Stadium fractured completely. The outermost layer of the ground dissolved into powder amid the sweeping aftermath of the collision, scattering into the air.

Gu Zhi pushed Jian Zhiyu aside. "You go first, this has nothing to do with you." With that, she likewise rolled up her sleeves and lunged at the several figures rushing toward them.

"This sword has already formed an unbreakable bond with you. Of course, from my perspective, it is not just a sword. Through the eyes of a demon, it is more like a world; all the essential factors that constitute a world exist within it."

For some reason, hearing these words made her heart ache so profoundly. Vaguely, she recalled once saying something similar to her master. She had boastfully told him, "Master, no matter what happens, your disciple will never leave you, because you are the one my heart most adores—unless you cast me away."

As a senior-level cultivator of the Highest Clarity Profound Subtlety Maoshan Taoist Ghost King Sect, Chen Bailu had mastered countless secret arts pertaining to the ghost path.

With a sharp, piercing squeak that grated harshly on Luo Yu's nerves, crackling arcs of mighty current instantly coalesced into a lightning armor across his body. This armor proved remarkably effective in fending off the monster's bites and claws, sparing Luo Yu a great deal of suffering.

However, on the way back, Huo Qubing strongly insisted on driving, and Bai Muqin ultimately let him take the wheel—after all, one couldn't argue with such a top-tier driver's license.

In the carriage, Bao Zhi quietly wiped away a bit of her lip tint and plucked out two or three pairs of hair ornaments from her headdress. Peering into the bronze mirror, she looked all the more composed.

Upon returning from Great Zhou, Zhong Nan's expression carried a hint of romantic flair, likely because Xiao Zizhen was accompanying him.

Seeing that A Shui was injured, the attackers pressed their assault even more fiercely. A Shui gripped the longsword piercing his shoulder with his right hand, let out a mighty roar, and yanked the blade straight out. Blood spurted over a yard into the air, splashing onto the face of one of the disciples. Taken aback, that disciple started to back away, but A Shui's right hand already hurled the longsword forward, striking him squarely in the chest.

"Did you hear that, Sun Huangtian?" Yan Hao and Cang Du closed in as well, the three of them aggressively surrounding Huangtian, as if they would not rest until he changed his surname today.

"How did you know that?" Zhang Shaofei asked Zhou Shaolong in bewilderment. To have mastered someone's exact itinerary like this was simply too far-fetched.

Spewing the mist violently at each of the three men in turn, they—having just looked back—had no time to react or defend themselves, and were instantly drenched from head to toe by the spray.

Meanwhile, Mu Qingyan walked up to the middle-aged man and reached out to support him.