Volume 1, Chapter 65: [Calamity Crucible] Heavy Losses

"Divine Wind Kick?" An elder of the Mu family suddenly stood up from his chair, looking at Mu Xiurong in astonishment. It was simply incredible that this child had mastered three intermediate martial arts techniques simultaneously.

This competition was based on speed and time. The cars in the first row passing the finish line received no time adjustments, while those in the second row had five seconds subtracted from their final times, and so on. The further back a car started, the more time was deducted, which served to compensate for the initial disadvantage of the rear-starting vehicles.

Feeling a bit depressed after the meal, I parted ways with Dong Zhuo and wandered aimlessly toward Diao Chen's bachelor apartment. It was only upon arriving at his place that I felt a pang of embarrassment—I had completely forgotten about our rivalry. I could only blame my old habit of running here to seek refuge whenever trouble arose, a deeply ingrained habit that seemed to have caused even my backbone to surrender.

"It's me. Your spiritual power has leaped into the Split Spirit stage, allowing us to communicate simply," Elder Long's voice rang out clearly in Lin Tian's mind.

He was as graceful as jade, with an extraordinary temperament that made anyone who saw him forget the mundane world. He looked as though he had stepped right out of a painting, or descended from the heavens, hailing from an immortal realm.

"What?" After hearing Mu Yi's words, Black Dragon paused for a moment, the teacup he had just picked up hovering mid-air in his hand.

The Holy Emperor also felt a deep sense of foreboding in his heart. An invisible pressure weighed down from the sky, filling him with a desperate urge of extreme peril, yet he found himself entirely unable to lift his feet or budge even an inch.

Du Wei was taken aback. He had not intended to force Hou Xiaochun into unleashing the full strength of a Nascent Soul stage expert. He had never expected Xia Tian to be so formidable as to drive Hou Xiaochun to reveal his true power.

The kick Scarface had landed on him just a moment ago had churned his insides violently. He was gritting his teeth sheerly through willpower to hold on; otherwise, had Scarface followed up with a few more blows while he was vulnerable, he would have been finished.

Clapping his hands in admiration, Yun Qiuqiu walked toward Zishan. She was dressed in a red narrow-sleeved casual tunic. The garment was adorned with neither jade nor emeralds, nor did it feature three-dimensional embroidery or soaring phoenixes. Yet the fabric was exceptionally unique, carrying a faint fragrance and feeling remarkably soft and pleasant to the touch.

With numerous formidable princes standing guard outside, how could Lin Yu possibly slip away right under their noses?

"You have passed the trial. Now you may proceed to the Path of the Sages to seek the teachings of the sages," the old man said with a faint smile.

This was a world of plants, devoid of advanced technology, where abundant flora replaced numerous tools.

"Wow, White Wolf, you're amazing~" Overcome with excitement, Snow White actually picked up White Wolf and planted a fierce kiss on him.

Although none of the three knew what lay hidden within the cavern, it was still far better than being overtaken by the Black-Blooded Demon Dragon and becoming its meal. Therefore, they made a resolute decision and plunged straight into the pitch-black cave.

Upon hearing Guangchengzi's words, Xuanyuan was overjoyed and assembled the immortals, lining up to await the arrival of Chiyou's army.

The pendant's glow grew increasingly brilliant before shattering with a loud pop. A wisp of emerald light suddenly surged out from the pendant and instantly attached itself to Lin Yu's soul.

Zhenyuanzi said, "Greetings, Daoist Haotian and Daoist Yaochi. I present nine ginseng fruit to congratulate you on hosting the Peach Banquet. I hope you will not disdain them." He offered nine ginseng fruit, each resembling an infant, wreathed in immortal mist and looking exceedingly enticing.

Yet right at the optimal location for digging the thief's tunnel that I had locked onto, there lay an enormous boulder.

Zhao Dong halted halfway down the stairs, his face slightly flushed. In his panicked haste, he had only focused on his own escape, completely forgetting about the others.

"Uh, fine." Du Feng forced an awkward smile. He had no choice; refusing further would arouse suspicion. Right now, he desperately wanted to leave so he could give this blockhead a thorough beating—definitely a thorough beating.

In truth, wormholes in the starry sky only appear in regions situated on the verge of spatial collapse.

The atmosphere was oppressive; no one spoke first. Although Asa currently showed no trace of anger, everyone knew that the quieter he was, the more violent the storm brewing in his heart.

Just how formidable was Asa's strength? Though Charlotte Linlin was loath to admit it, she believed he was no weaker than her, perhaps even surpassing her—a truly peak-tier figure.

Besides, this blue dragon had suffered severe trauma to its neck. Even if it cast aside its comprehensive attribute buffs, hehe, it likely possessed very little power left to turn the tables.

Regarding this, the other major sects held contradictory feelings. On one hand, they felt a sense of relief and support, as this greatly weakened the influence of the Dongsheng Sect; on the other hand, they held the act in contempt, as betraying one's master remained a severe taboo.

If a supernova wanted to make a mark in the New World, they had to challenge the Four Emperors. Never did they expect Asa to be the very first target chosen.

As soon as he stepped into the set, every employee who caught sight of him immediately stood up and hurried forward to greet him.

The selection of imperial concubines was handled single-handedly by Lady Fan, while the management of the granaries was overseen by Qin Qian and the others. For once in a long time, Zhou Mo enjoyed a period of leisurely days, spending his time either strolling through the gardens or playing with his consorts, quite carefree.

Originally, Qian Cheng still felt a twinge of guilt, having promised to bring everyone along to level up, only for them to be hunted down for so long because of his personal feud with Grasping the Void.

I closed my eyes, sensing the icy chill of the water around me. Where was this place? It was so cold. Who were you? And who was I?

"The clan emblem on the seashell, as well as that golden fish scale—aren't these enough to prove it?" said Keisvid.

I smiled bitterly, knowing some things were simply impossible to explain clearly. Many matters in life were perhaps just like this—sometimes, astonishingly similar and startlingly coincidental occurrences truly existed. What could I say? I was genuinely helpless.