Chapter 41: Collective Petrification

Night Cangming’s lips twitched. Just as Chu Yuyao was about to tumble forward, he shifted slightly, deftly avoiding her. Yet she seemed to anticipate this; with a deliberate stumble, she lost control and fell straight toward him.

A dull thud resounded.

As expected, the two ended up collapsed together, bodies overlapping awkwardly. The embarrassment was palpable. Chu Yuyao lay on his chest, her expression bewildered, and when she realized what had happened, her cheeks quietly flushed. Yet her movements were swift.

Mu Yang quickly assessed the situation, his eyes filled with worry, contrary to the calm tone of his voice.

A harsh buzzing sounded. Lu Yiping immediately waved his hand, forming a vacuum barrier to protect himself, Pang Zhong, and the unconscious Wolf lying on the ground.

At that critical moment, a deafening dragon’s roar erupted, shaking the heavens; the rolling waves of sound whipped everyone’s robes.

“You just wait!” The four who had just been beaten scrambled away in disgrace.

Blondie immediately opened his tablet and began swiping rapidly. Amidst the beeping, the screen suddenly locked onto a defensive point, with a marked indication of its location.

A large sack of chestnuts was flung into the air, raining down like a shower of flowers, clattering to the ground like a hailstorm. The chestnuts rolled everywhere. Ximen Jing didn’t even have time to scream—he was knocked back with a muffled grunt, sliding several meters across the snow.

“Emperor, may I ask—how should we face this impending catastrophe?” The Celestial Master knew his own fate; he was sure to perish in this disaster, but he had a disciple, and he hoped his legacy would survive, so he asked once more.

Ma Sanliang saw the two start quarreling again as soon as they met. If the young ones kept bickering, nothing would get accomplished, so he scolded them sharply. Ma Yue Su shot Fu Chen a fierce glare before finally sitting down.

Should such a calamity occur, Mu Yang’s team would be thrown into chaos, and the tens of thousands in their ranks would collapse in an instant.

He had to admit, at this moment, that Luochuan City truly harbored some hidden trouble; it simply hadn’t revealed itself yet.

“Of course, I won’t let myself be swayed by another’s careless mistake or by wishful thinking. That single sentence she spoke was worth more than gold—I could never forget it.” His mother had been taken from him forever by those vile Yan family members. He hadn’t yet avenged her; how could he die so easily now?

The Rohirrim, whom Gandalf had deemed hopeless for victory, now fought like savage wolves—faces contorted, slaughtering orcs in their flight.

What we must do is stand on the foundation laid by our predecessors and take it further—do even better.

No matter their temperament or abilities, the members of the Hunters’ Guild shared a trait: to put it kindly, fearlessness; to put it bluntly, utter disregard for death.

Tang Yining, you’d best avoid giving her any ammunition—otherwise, you’ll learn the true meaning of regret! She hadn’t forgotten: she was meant to become a royal concubine, but now had fallen to the status of a mere mistress.

Suddenly she raised her sleeve, sending a torrent of ice crystals toward Zhou Da’s face. Each shard radiated intense cold, pinning Zhou Da to the ground, and he felt every organ frozen solid.

Gu Feng did not wish to discuss cultivation further, so he flipped his right hand, producing a storage pouch, which he quietly handed to the elder.

“Replying to my lord, the princess was delighted and smiled immediately. She rewarded us with purses. From what I saw, she is particularly fond of living creatures.” Li Lu replied with a fawning smile.

Just a few words and already bleeding—in Zhou Da’s eyes, someone like Pei Tianhe surely didn’t have much longer to live.