Volume 1, Chapter 67: [Furnace of Calamity] The Evil God Appears

You must know that the martial artists surrounding Liu Chuan were all capable of killing him with a single blow. Was he not afraid?

"However, have you ever considered that your loved ones might have already been killed by him, and what he gave you was merely a verbal promise? After all, before you came here, you never actually saw the relatives kidnapped by that mastermind behind the scenes, did you?"

With a pull of the black curtain, the coachman climbed onto the carriage. Steward Zheng glanced at him, and upon receiving a nod, cracked his whip, sending the carriage rolling forward.

Despite Xie Shurong's usual carefree and smiling demeanor, his strength was astonishingly great. Pinned into a corner by him, Bai Xuan was momentarily unable to break free, thoroughly kissed and overwhelmed against the wall.

Zhao Yuanrong spread his hands, allowing Mother Gu to fasten his sash. Raising his hands, he saw cuffs embroidered with silver cloud-brocade patterns; lowering his head, he noticed the same intricate motifs along the collar and hem. As he moved, hidden patterns shimmered into view—a spring robe both complex and magnificent.

At that moment, his gaze drifted far over to Su Changqing's side, only to find Su Changqing looking back at him and making a twisting gesture. Frowning, he twisted the box, and it yielded. Only then did Liu Hua realize that while the box appeared hexagonal on the outside, its lid actually operated on a screw thread.

Their cell phones had been confiscated, they could see no one else, and the guards watching them in the carriage remained as silent as wooden blocks. Things looked ominous for them this trip.

With a thought, Lu Lin projected the titles of all the songs written by Jonathan Lee on Earth onto the live broadcast screen, then asked all the viewers from Earth to vote and select the six most suitable tracks.

To his surprise, the moment this exit opened, the shifting stones behind him also stopped and then began to slowly retreat. Yet the pressure weighing upon him did not lighten at all.

"Is this the place?" Looking at the open ground, some seventy to eighty zhang wide before him, Fang Yan could not help but feel surprised.

Under normal circumstances, Old Lady Lin would merely scold Lin Li a few times and let it go if she stole a bite to eat. But right now, Old Lady Lin was in a foul mood because none of the three had managed to borrow any money.

Liang Qingsi's loud roar jolted everyone back to their senses, prompting them to frantically unleash a barrage of martial techniques without daring to dally.

Having said that, he hurriedly stepped forward to support Bai Qi as they walked toward the rest area. Zhou Mei said nothing and followed closely behind.

It was said that the Yin-Yang Pond was immensely miraculous, blending freezing cold and scorching heat. To be immersed within it was like experiencing the extremes of ice and fire. Once, a disciple lost their life in this very pool, and ever since, the Yin-Yang Pond had been completely sealed off, forbidding outer disciples from ever setting foot near it again.

His expression remained completely undisturbed, save for his eyes widening by a mere fraction. Casually tossing the letter into the carriage, he climbed in and slammed the door shut with a bang. The sequence of movements flowed in one smooth, dashing motion.

Some say that a single glance is enough for a certain figure to be branded into one's heart, which is how love at first sight comes to be. At least for now, that saying was undeniably true.

"What doubts? Could you be suspecting that this news is fake?" Seeing me speak, An Ran followed up with a question.

Although he was drawing closer, perhaps still a long way from a true breakthrough, reaching this realm in the span of a little over a year was already quite remarkable. Shao Yang could not help but sigh with emotion that these older-generation powerhouses truly only lacked an opportunity! Once given even the tiniest chance, they would instantly bloom with brilliant radiance.

Countless boulders were cleaved by the snake-bone blade like a sharp sword cutting through spring mud, like a hot knife slicing through butter. Slabs of giant rock flew up neatly, only to be blasted to pieces one by one by Liu Xuan's fists.

Meanwhile, everyone discovered ten laser squids near the nearby cliff. Five and ten were vastly different stories; if one messed up, being instantly killed by the laser squids was entirely possible.

That being said, the simulation fidelity of Hongmeng was as high as 95%. Jumping from such a height was no different from leaping off the 20th floor in reality, which truly required a certain amount of grit. Although it wouldn't actually kill anyone, it was enough to scare someone half to death.

Everyone simply saw a flash of white light, followed by a crisp "shing" sound, and the Kaiyuan coin was cleaved in two right in mid-air.

The natural movements of these fellows were utterly comical and hilarious; no actor, no matter how good, could have replicated such authenticity.

The carved window lattices emitted a faint sound resembling cracked walnuts. Against the dim lanterns stood a row of stone statues of headless monsters, their eyes fierce and expressions varied, yet every single one of them stared fixedly in the very same direction.

However, after Feather Night placed the spirits and beasts he had brought in into the special storage rooms for these items, Feather Night ran into another trouble. Although it seemed like a very simple matter to him, looking at the other party's ferocious appearance, Uni knew he had to spend some time balancing these people out.

Qu Xingguo's nervous expression finally eased after Changqing spoke, much like a condemned prisoner publicly granted a clean acquittal.

When family fortunes collapsed and households found themselves without a way out, many young women were forced to sell their artistry in brothels. Girls bound by such contracts were strictly selling their talents rather than their bodies—much like modern-day resident singers who simply sang in a specific bar rather than being contracted artists of that establishment.

Upon approaching, they saw several men in official attire arguing with two people dressed as military academy instructors.

Meanwhile, the fat man's call came through. As if anticipating it, An Ming closed his eyes for a moment and answered.

Olga Marie folded her arms and let out a cold snort, turning her head away in silence, evidently conceding to Liu Yuan and giving him this face.

Unwittingly, he had fallen asleep as well. Not knowing how long he had been asleep, he suddenly heard the ringing of the telephone on the desk. Sleepily, Zhao Xiaochen groped for the receiver, and the moment he answered, Dapeng's voice came through.

The Big Three looked at each other, their eyes revealing hesitation. They had originally thought the Savior would only need to be deployed once to turn the tide of battle, never expecting me to be so resolute as to directly order the corpse-beings to self-detonate and cause the deaths of even more soldiers.