Chapter 39: A Moment of Critical Peril

Upon realizing this, Cheng Fan felt a sense of bewilderment wash over his mind, gradually losing his grip on the situation. Note that the confusion he felt was not about any single problem, but rather about all of them. To put it plainly, there were too many suspicious points; once he gathered them all together, Cheng Fan was completely stumped.

Finally embraced in the familiar arms, You Fan-shuang burst into tears, enveloped by the tangible scent of Su You-yan. A surge of warmth and an irreplaceable sense of security washed over her.

"Feng Yuan-zheng went to the Art Center to rehearse a play, and this junior actor—I won't mention any names—followed by three or four assistants despite having no real fame, I don't know who they were even guarding against," Ke Yan said, finding it amusing.

The flower girls were all young and beautiful. The proudest among them caught sight of Mother He, who was huddled in a corner cursing crudely, and felt nothing but disgust. She signaled the stern matron in charge of discipline.

He got lost on the way to the Ringing Forest and strangely ran into Queen, who was capturing test subjects on the outskirts of the Flower Capital. He had no choice but to fight the guy, and while the process of obtaining Shusui went smoothly enough, he encountered a furious Kaido upon arriving at Onigashima.

His tone was full of tenderness, yet he leaned down and insistently placed the pearl into Shen Hua's hand, then very considerately adjusted her cloak.

Mo Gui glanced at the eager-to-try Yamato and did not stop her. He had already abandoned all caution; let it break if it must, he thought, just to see what kind of thing they could end up creating.

The moment the voice fell, several soldiers immediately rushed in the direction from which it had come.

For the first time ever, he did not press her into the bathtub but instead placed her down with extreme gentleness, adjusted the water temperature, and began by washing her hair before moving on to the rest.

"A rope always snaps at its thinnest point; misfortune always seeks out the wretched," Feng Qingsong said with a heavy expression, letting out a sigh.

Her intention was simply to be comfortable, but Su You-yan interpreted it as her having dressed that way specifically for their video call.

After years of development, the Sea Spirit Plane had advanced to the upper tier of the King Rank, becoming a highly prosperous territory within the Savage Saint Sect, with more than ten God Kings stationed there.

Lin Yun had not intended to tell others about Ymir, but seeing Gandalf's worried expression—as if he were considering venturing deep into the Undead Plane to uncover the truth—Lin Yun briefly explained the situation.

There must be some major scheme that could make Ren Cangqiong willing to take such risks. Without a clear goal, how could he possibly put himself in such danger?

"Dragon Venerable, Ren Cangqiong has only just broken through to the God King realm; he is not yet stable and lacks the accumulation of time. It is not impossible for us to join forces and kill him," Yaksha said, eyes narrowed, murderous intent seeping out.

He raised his hand and slashed forward, sending a white gleam, compressed from endless, frenzied murderous intent, whistling through the air. At the same time, one of his fingers vanished without a sound.

But after intervening for a while, Lin Yun felt that something was wrong. These undead were actually beginning to retreat. The sea of undead, which had been charging incessantly at the Northrend coalition, was receding like an ebbing tide.

Zhang You had reached the level of a "Saint-rank powerhouse," and he too frowned, realizing the same problem as Lin Xiao: he could neither fuse with new cocoons nor absorb new soul energy. All four of his phantasm beasts had evolved to their limits, so if he wanted to become stronger, what was he to do?

Somehow, when Ren Cangqiong spoke those words of defiance toward the City Lord of Yunluo, Ren Qingshuang did not rebuke him for his empty boasting as she usually would have. Instead, she was shaken by his audacity, her heart trembling with awe.

The Black Ape King was in full beast form, as were Osato and Merlin, yet the gap between them was vast. There were differences in full beast transformation, and those differences were significant indeed.