37 Haishi No. 1 High School

"Excellent!" The Ancestral Phoenix smiled, her fiery red wings fluttering gently. A stream of crimson essence drifted out, cascading through the crown of Huang Ximo's head and into her body.

Upon hearing this, the remaining youths nodded once more. Without hesitation, they channeled their power into Young Master Wang. They knew full well the potency of his Void Cloak—a high-tier Imperial Artifact, nearing the power of a semi-divine relic. With such a treasure at their disposal, it would be foolish not to utilize it.

"Then... how are we to make them feel the pain? Should we kill them right in front of the Divine Temple?" the Eight-Armed Divine Ape asked, puzzled.

Mo Bai frowned slightly. Naturally, she detested being told she had a "loli" face; who would be happy being in their twenties and still being treated like a child?

The Ghost Inventor took a deep breath. He did not doubt that Jiang Xie was speaking the truth; after all, if he were truly a disciple of the Nameless Sword Immortal, possessing the Nameless Sword Art and the Supreme Emperor Seal would not be so strange.

"I'm back, everyone," Mu Feng said, walking through the door with a loud, cheerful voice. He seemed in high spirits today.

At that critical moment, a flash of white light streaked across the eyes of the Zero. Instinctively, it shielded its face with its hand.

A beast arena, as the name implies, is where two savage beasts fight to the death. People place bets on the beasts they favor; if they win, they claim vast treasures. One can also bring their own beast into the arena; if the beast emerges victorious, its owner receives a reward.

The thousand-plus members of the Zhengxian tribe left the garrison of the City Defense Army, pushed into the Demon Mountains, and trekked eastward for six full days until they finally returned to the home they had been separated from for so many years. Along the way, Xie Gongbao and Fang Siruo led a detachment to cover the rear, turning back any pursuers they encountered.

The hammer itself weighed a thousand pounds, and in the grip of the orc’s powerful arms, its impact carried the force of ten thousand. Yet, the trees in the forest were as hard as iron; even after being struck over a dozen times by the orc, they remained unmoved, with only a layer of bark chipped away.

This was not the scariest part. What was truly terrifying were the strange things hanging from the high branches, looking much like bats.

"...I, what is so good about me? Why must you all insist on taking on such a massive burden as me..." After listening to him, I felt a bit depressed. There were still a few glass beads left to collect, and now I felt increasingly trapped, with no way to leave.

I received another sharp rap on the head, and I looked up at Wu Junxi with teary eyes, not daring to speak another word.

There were several times Lin Yi could hardly restrain himself from throwing him out the window. In the end, however, he held back.

Just like the direct descendants of the three great powers, although they were at the semi-god level, their strength far exceeded that of their peers, even allowing them to slay ordinary god-level powerhouses.

I furrowed my brows, automatically shielding myself from the voices calling in my ears, clutching tightly to the tail of the dream, trying to slip back inside.

As the deputy commander of the Immortal Divine Guards, he was revered wherever he went, and no one dared to defy his orders.

What a beautiful person. From beginning to end, he was utterly devoted to me, with such singular affection! Among my several husbands, aside from my cold, unromantic beauty, he was the one I cherished most.

The Great General frowned, and upon seeing the glowing sword in Wu Shisan's hand, his expression immediately turned to one of reverence.

Wang Cheng'en and the others also turned to look at Zhu Changwei, their eyes scanning him as if he were already a dead man.

Lost in her own thoughts, she completely ignored Tianming Jiu, who was following behind her son, smiling at the mother and child.

Su Mi seemed to have been triggered; she abruptly shifted her gaze and squeezed her eyes shut, avoiding anything that might irritate her further.

It was a pity that even the finest treasures required a master's control to unleash their true power. Currently, the master of these two spirit artifacts, the Slave-Sealed Zombie, was under siege by Yin Ning’s two refined corpses, Ghost Wail and Ghost Trace, and had retreated under the protection of the Crocodile Dragon, leaving him no time to manipulate his weapons.

"What mythical figures?" Lan Mei'er, barely containing herself, gritted her teeth, her tone icy.

Exhausted after the long night, Su Mi had no interest in the scenery; she found a corner, closed her eyes, and began to catch up on sleep.

Furthermore, no matter how they moved, the plants along their path parted automatically, or did their best not to be an obstacle—that was all thanks to Pamela, who walked at the very back.

Clearly, for Melina, a thank-you was only warranted if one successfully saved the other's world. But the act of attempting to save a doomed world in itself was entirely selfless, requiring no reward—including that very expression of gratitude.

"Then I want to be the videographer and officiant for the wedding, and the godmother and teacher to the children~" Renmei squinted her eyes, covering her face.

She looked toward the rising sun once more, its rays illuminating the earth, and shining even brighter upon the clay figures she had molded.

Before Chen Feng could finish, Chu Haoran hoisted him up, faced him toward the door, and kicked him out.

"I understand, I understand everything. Speak, President Liao, tell me your true purpose!" Shi Tao stared at Liao Zhiming with bloodshot eyes, his expression half-smile, half-sneer.

This youth, named Li Jiuyou, was one of the five Nascent Soul cultivators of the Tianquan Sect, and also one of the only five Grandmasters of Alchemy within the sect.

An instant later, the two collided, the thunderous roar of their clash echoing across the heavens.

The man shot a cold glance at him and flicked his sleeve. The elderly cultivator and the young man beside him were sent flying like kites with severed strings, crashing heavily onto the street outside the Four Winds Pavilion.

She had once thought of herself as a genius, but after meeting Xu Qian today, she felt like a complete failure, nowhere near the level of a true scholar.