Volume 1, Chapter 155: The Traitor

You are at the half-step Core Formation stage!! Qin Chuan roared.
At this instant, all thoughts of taking advantage of the opportunity to kill Ji Die and making Junior Sister Yun exclusively his own were cast to the back of his mind!
He had no time to ponder why a dignified half-step Core Formation wandering spirit would take orders from a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator. With the utmost speed, a scroll materialized in his hand.
Meanwhile, the old man's figure had already materialized right before him.
Little doll, where are you running to?
His pale skin bore a caring smile, as if it were about to be deeply branded into the depths of Qin Chuan's heart to become a recurring nightmare, driving him to the verge of splitting his eyes in fury!
Fortunately, just as the eerie claw reached out to grab him, he finally crushed...
Six billion people were killed or injured. Because the war lasted a mere three days, a vast number of Saint Light citizens failed to evacuate to the Bree Galaxy in time, and reinforcements from the Bree were utterly powerless to prevent the defeat of the Saint Light star system. Therefore, to safeguard the Bree Galaxy, the Saint Light people themselves destroyed the artificial wormhole connecting the two galaxies.
Mu Xuefu feigned sleepiness, opening her hazy, drowsy eyes to look at him in bewilderment, her voice soft and hesitant. My Lord, what is the matter? Her tender and delicate tone acted like a fatal summons, shattering all of Jing Rong's remaining reason.
Suddenly, a shrill cry rang out, followed by a loud bang. Sun Jun stumbled backward, enveloped in a dense red glow, retreating more than ten meters before casting a vicious glare at the person who had blasted him back with a single punch. Yet the moment he laid eyes on that person, his spirit instantly withered, and his imposing aura retracted completely.
Their combat prowess is quite poor, but if they have a Lianhe tribesman of equal cultivation to assist them, they can instantly convert their own power into the exact same attribute as their target, and then transfer it onto them.
Ugh! While eating, Feng Kewei suddenly covered her mouth and rushed into the restroom in a panic.
As Gao Ping entered, Du Zhan smiled faintly at him, reached out to close the door behind him, and hurriedly strode back into the bedroom.
They tacitly changed the subject to brush the matter aside. As noon approached and the Empress Dowager showed slight fatigue, the two of them bowed together and withdrew.
Daxiong grabbed her arm, slowly lifted it up, and rolled up her sleeve to reveal her snowy white arm along with the genetic watch on her wrist. Smiling, he brought his own watch close to hers.
Not good! Bainuo is drinking and is already drunk now! In the dead of night, could she be in some kind of danger?! Shaman said with concern.
The zither mistress plucked the strings, her hands descending upon them like a sudden squall of wind and rain, spilling forth a flurry of seductive and decadent melodies.
Having finished testing the sword, he placed Ye Luan back into its scabbard and put it aside. Although this was not some peerless treasure, it was still his first decent weapon, so he naturally cherished it dearly. Since he was only practicing for now, he might as well stick to using that broken sword.
Thoughts popped into his mind one after another, each more terrifying than the last. Liaoran was nearing the verge of collapse; with a twitch of his right hand, he pulled the trigger once again. The moment he did, he widened his eyes, desperate to see clearly what was lurking ahead.
After packing up their respective belongings, they stepped outside. Passing by the room where Huo Yanzong and his companion had stayed yesterday, they found it completely silent; it seemed they had long since departed. The village paths and houses had returned to a tranquil state, a stark contrast to the previous night.
Fan Xueyi had no idea how to alleviate her current emotional state, so she could only reach out and place her hand over Lan Xi's, letting her know that she was right there.
No matter what, the Princess must overcome the fear in her heart. Qiu Ye turned back and exchanged a glance with Chunliu.
Beneath the shadow of the trees, two newly piled graves leaned side by side. Not even a single gravestone stood before them, though a gleaming longsword had been thrust into the earth in front of the mound on the left. A few withered leaves drifted sporadically across the graves, making the scene appear utterly desolate.
Hello, hello! Tong Guaiwai forced herself to greet him with a stiff scalp. The other party seemed disinclined to pay her much mind, merely nodding before burying his head back into his voracious meal.
Yin Xin and Ao Ying moved swiftly, one right after the other, closing in on Yu Feng's location. Suddenly, they heard noises coming from not far off to their right, and turning their heads in unison, they saw Xing Xuan and Ai Xin being pursued by a Kui wolf, fighting and retreating through the forest.
Oh, if it isn't the alluring elder sister of yesteryear. How did you end up in such a wretched state, reduced to a mere prisoner? The moment she stepped into the dark chamber, Liuer dragged out her words, her affected and sugary tone winding cruelly through the air like a grating, unpleasant screech.
These three scenes, these three locations—the people were different, yet what they did to her was identical.
This person was none other than Yan Kuanshan, the village chief of the Yan Family Village. Completely ignoring the sharp claws of the Hundred-Devouring Wolf King that pierced straight into his chest, he locked his arms and legs tightly around the beast even as his torso was torn through. With his dying breath, he let out a roar, leveraging the explosive force of his entire being to drag both man and beast plunging rapidly down into the depths of the pit.
It seemed the Western Witch army intended to use overwhelming force to wipe out the Xiang army in one fell swoop. Throughout the entire battlefield, the Xiang army was the sole unit that had continuously engaged the Western Witch forces in battle, and the only one that had destroyed a massive number of human-skin soldiers.
Just looking at Maiden Shuang's freshly cooked minced meat and egg custard, the steamed custard was immaculate and snow-white, clearly beaten with both yolks and whites combined. While others always made it a milky white, Maiden Shuang's creation was unexpectedly pristine and snow-white, looking exceptionally tender and smooth in texture.
Because the weather is nice, you're going to tell someone else the story you heard? Then can you also give away your money to others just because the weather is nice?
A misjudgment; this thing was truly not plump at all. Once killed, it dissolved directly into liquid, leaving not even a corpse behind—how could it ever be used as an ingredient?
The bubble seemed utterly ordinary, yet unlike the bubbles formed when people spoke, it did not burst after a few seconds. Instead, it drifted slowly toward Rong Di.
Two gilded shuttles surged forward at full speed, heading straight for the heavens, only to witness massive pillars plunging down from all directions one after another in a rolling succession, resembling a giant wooden array. Yet every single pillar was as tall as a heavenly pillar; if placed in the mortal realm, each one would constitute a towering mountain.
Back then, Ning You had placed the Shang Stone into that silver disk, triggering a peculiar terrestrial pulse, though nothing had seemed amiss afterward.
Who's there? Show yourself. Du Xianyi raised his left hand and unleashed a palm imprint, targeting a towering ancient tree in the distance. Yet a dark shadow flickered in the distance and closed the distance instantly without the slightest disturbance in the air.