Volume One, Chapter 41: The Grand Tournament on the Southern Shore

Veins bulged across Xing Zhong’s face, making his features appear almost ferocious. He held nothing back—his petrified right arm swung at Ji Die in a thunderous punch. In their previous exchange, he had clearly fallen behind, something he could not accept. He had to reclaim his dignity.

Yet all that greeted him was Ji Die’s tranquil gaze, as if an adult watching a child’s tantrum—leaving Xing Zhong with nothing but a sense of humiliation.

“You brought this on yourself!” he spat, his eyes burning with rage, certain this blow would gravely injure Ji Die. After all, it had only been a few days—how much stronger could Ji Die possibly have become?

But what awaited him was only a terrifying—

The crowd looked on with both admiration and envy. A broad smile spread across Jiang Bin’s face. The more extraordinary this treasure map proved to be, the richer his coming rewards would be.

Nis stepped forward at these words and unleashed her dragon’s might upon Stacy. The instant the dragon’s power touched Stacy, the starlight enveloping her began to fade away, revealing her true form.

The Shadow Void Beast crouched atop the coffin; even without moving, Chen Feng could clearly sense the constant flow of Yin energy from the burial pit beneath, steadily gathering around the creature. Such unconscious absorption displayed formidable power—how much more terrifying would it be in battle, when the beast acted intentionally? No wonder the Soul-Sunder Ancestor was no match for it.

“Liu Can, didn’t you say these were your good brothers? Why won’t they even stay one night with you?” With Zhao Xiang and Fang Shan gone, Wu Li’s expression shifted, her tone turning mocking.

Zhao Xiang sneered. It was nothing but a sugar-coated bullet. Liao Zhiming’s offer was indeed generous, and Zhao Xiang was confident he could help Liao out of his current predicament—but the price was betraying Lin Zhaolun.

Yan San was stunned again. Of course he understood the value of a Dragon Saliva Fruit—formed over centuries from the spiritual essence of the Great Dragon’s Seal. Other than the Hua Dragon Clan, nowhere else produced it.

“Hmph! Lowly undead, you dare to break through to the Purple Soul rank, stepping into the domain of the gods? Are you not afraid the deities will visit divine punishment upon you?” the human-faced figure sneered.

Those office workers lounging on their sofas watching TV immediately jumped up, went to check their televisions, and some even turned theirs off and restarted them.

For a moment, Ruohuayu didn’t know what shocked her more—the fact that their team had lost the draft, or that the boss actually admitted it.

The magma in the pool had all but crystallized; just sensing it, Old Xiao could tell how powerful the fire force within this earth-flame vein was.

While the members of the Beast Spirit Palace chatted excitedly, Wei Jingzhe had already quietly teleported to the foot of a barren mountain within the Pure Jade Realm.

Only after entering the lounge did Huang Bei finally lose his composure, gasping for breath. Clearly, the strain of the world-shattering technique was enormous, making even someone of his cultivation find it exhausting.

“Unfold your wings? What for?” Wu Tianyue was utterly confused by this guy’s insistence—did he have some kind of wing obsession?

Suddenly, countless white specks of light appeared in the clear sky, as if the very essence of the Witch’s Heavenly Fire was scattered across the island. Unlike the blinding, searing sparks of the Witch’s Heavenly Fire, these motes emitted no heat.

“Someone, send up the signal flares! Have the 8th Regiment withdraw at once!” Jiang Zhuang acted decisively—preserving lives was paramount, for only then could they fight another day. Momentary honor or disgrace was meaningless.

“Don’t be too anxious. Look on the bright side. Trust me, they’ll return soon,” Lin Haihai said, his instincts telling him this had something to do with the living dead.

“Juanzi can’t bring herself to do it. She was only bribed because the Night Tomb King holds her family’s lives in his hands,” Chen Luoqing explained.

In an instant, the sky seemed to shift color. Floating before Zhang Feng’s eyes was a surge of mighty energy, billowing up and down, its oppressive force as if descending from the heavens or surging from Nie Ying’s palm.

Xiang Debiao gave a hearty laugh. Well, he’d been thinking of hoodwinking those British devils, but the commander was even bolder—just letting things unfold as they would, with the utmost audacity.

This man is becoming more shameless by the day; clearly, the mature, steady demeanor he showed in public was all an act.

The reason was simple: two days into the new term, Chen Ziyu hadn’t sent a single message, nor spoken of dropping out or anything.

Perhaps it was his greater age that made him more reserved, his smile more gentle. In contrast, Zamph’s smile was like sunlight—bewitching the young women around him.

After Chen Boyi left, Chen Ziyu studied the Nine-Word Mantra and found its profundity surpassed even the two supreme techniques he’d mastered in his previous life.

Squatting at the street corner, she dialed Xiao Chongyan’s number once, twice—on the third attempt, he finally answered.

As her words fell, the man picked up Huo Nainai and left. Walking down the corridor, Huo Nainai’s heart pounded—what if Tan Jinxuan refused to help? She should have mentioned Tan Konghou instead. Why had she foolishly said Tan Jinxuan?

The great clans were not to be underestimated. Lin Tian did not attack directly, but sent forces in secret, all in order to force the Ji family to reveal their hidden cards.

Ni Hong had always been single before Qin Wenge. But just after confessing to Qin Wenge, he ended up having a fight with Qin Wenqu.

A week later, Xie Wangsheng was discharged from the hospital. In the car, her oversized sunglasses covered half her face. Leaning her head on her hand by the window, she lounged with lazy elegance. Even unwell, her beauty was still enough to cause chaos.

Li Yuntong was about to hear Tira’s question for Gong Shan, but suddenly her soul seemed to plummet. She and Tira were torn apart and fell rapidly to the ground.

After leaving the main hall, Shi Qing was extremely grateful she hadn’t rushed out of the Phoenix Palace. She’d had a persistent feeling that something was about to happen, so she’d lingered a little longer, drawn by some invisible force.

Xue Huai’s posture froze instantly—a cold, glinting dagger sliced through the serpent’s body, its chilling edge grazing his neck.

Moonlight poured down, soft and clear, bathing the earth in a radiance as pure as snow.

Fame may bring trouble as fattening does for pigs. Sun Lingshe had become famous, but that meant trouble for the Wang family—they couldn’t let a prodigy continue herding cattle. Otherwise, officials from other provinces would hold them accountable, and even the common folk in neighboring villages would not tolerate it.