Volume 1, Chapter 31: Brother Ting'an, I'm Hot

She was waiting—waiting for the return of Feng Luoyu. Even now, she believed with unwavering certainty that he would return. When that time came, at the very least, amidst these chaotic times, their group would possess the foundation required to secure their own destiny.

"Defying the divine decree of the God Realm! Feng Xiao! I give you one last chance! Will you surrender, or will you not!" Moteng bellowed in a rage.

Just as he reached the doorway, the Heaven’s Sorrow sword in Wu Tian’s hand suddenly trembled. Wu Tian felt it too. There must be someone with immense magical power or an artifact of overwhelming spiritual energy nearby; otherwise, the sword would not have reacted so violently.

The moon grew brighter and larger, as if some peculiar fluctuation had triggered its strange transformation. Beside Li Yuli, the figure of He Qingfan had solidified. Looking at the tear-streaked Li Yuli, he reached out his hands, cupped her face, and wiped away her tears.

"Was that really necessary?" Yun Mingchu asked with a trace of amusement. It wasn't actually a big deal. Xue Lianfeng channeled a sliver of her frost battle energy, and the wound on her finger vanished instantly, leaving not even a scar behind.

"Send these to the Sect Master and the elders first, then come back and bring the large pots to the front hall!" Meng Zhong instructed.

Wang Bo refused to drop the subject, hounding He Qingfan relentlessly as if determined to outdo him. He Qingfan was left speechless; he had already explained that his verses were merely doggerel, so why was Wang Bo still harping on it?

De Chen was shocked. He never imagined that Wu Jian would actually break through the sealed acupoints. Under normal circumstances, it should have taken him at least ten hours to break free.

Looking toward Jia Ren, he saw a gaunt old man sitting on a broken bench, looking like a withered corpse from a tomb. His body was skeletal, wrapped only in a layer of dry skin, and though his hair and beard were gone, his spine was as straight as a mountain, imposing and utterly eerie.

Because the art of telepathic transmission required a vast amount of time to master—its complexity nearly equivalent to learning a foreign language—Su Hong decided to postpone his study of this technique and focus on the contents that followed.

The scenery in his eyes receded at high speed. Most of the buildings in the city remained intact, suffering not even the slightest damage.

At that moment, at the table on the left sat thirteen beings wreathed in the deathly aura of the abyss. They bore human faces, yet one could tell at a glance that they were powerful demons who had suppressed their true forms.

To commit murder and theft within the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect? Only a fool would dare. But beyond such crude methods, were there not countless other ways to achieve one’s ends?

The reappearance of the Verdict Blade, the blood-soaked tides—these were not mere words. The supreme demonic and evil power contained within it was not something a mortal could withstand.

Ji Qingyun could no longer restrain herself and lunged forward, only to embrace empty air! Missing that final parting hug, she felt as if her heart had been hollowed out, empty and sinking uncontrollably... Looking at the spot where Su Hong had vanished, she cursed him as a bastard and stomped her foot repeatedly.

"You... are you really so heartless?" Xu Meilin added a crying emoji at the end of her message.

How could he let it go? A seed of True Dragon medicine was no less precious than a divine herb. Nangong Zhengqi could not sit idly by and watch it be completely devoured by Qin Renshen, losing its vitality and any hope of future growth.

Su Hong had suddenly become a Level 5 pharmacist, and the students of the Pengtuo Gene Academy seemed collectively galvanized. Having found a goal, the atmosphere for cultivation and study grew significantly more intense before they even realized it.

Kalu and the other confidant generals of Lei walked up with grim expressions. The way they looked at Iver was as if he were nothing more than a pest that didn't know when to die.

Five pairs of eyes, ten gazes in total, all converged on Xiao Yan, who was now standing face-to-face with Ruolan.

The middle-aged man’s gaze was remarkably calm. Even when facing three opponents at once, he handled it with ease. He had not even drawn his longsword; using only the scabbard in his hand, he effortlessly blocked the attacks of Zhao Yuanzhan’s subordinates. Seeing this, Zhao Yuanzhan knew that in less than the blink of an eye, the three death warriors under her command would meet their end.

Uchiha Shisui was the first to let out a gasp of breath. The blood overflowing from his eyes ceased, and as he covered them, his Mangekyō Sharingan rapidly reverted to the form of an ordinary three-tomoe.

A look of deep apprehension appeared in Orochimaru's eyes—not toward Kurama Yakumo standing before him, but toward Loa, who had always seemed to him as unfathomable as an abyss.

Just as the Allied Shinobi Forces were being soundly beaten by three wooden dragons, nearly wailing in despair, a dark, dense mass of figures finally appeared on the distant horizon.

Brilliant sword radiance flickered from the blades. Fighting in such a place, neither of them would be too reckless; all the formidable sword pressure was contained within the blades, forming streaks of dazzling light.

Belligood’s remark nearly sent the recruit beside Drake into a fit of rage. Although he couldn't compare to Drake or Loa, he was at least the fourth strongest in the entire battalion, one of the best among the regular recruits. Naturally, he possessed a sense of pride and could not tolerate such provocation.

Hearing this shout, the other five let out roars of their own. They unleashed various spells, ancient poems, multiplication tables, and all manner of mathematical formulas, sweeping toward the plants in front of them like a torrential storm.