Volume One, Chapter 43: The Water Flows Beneath the Bridge (Part One)

Black sleeves churned, unleashing immense energy. A thunderous roar erupted as the surrounding space shattered into fine dust.

Because of the exceptionally high level of the upcoming duel, many had anticipated it as the ultimate championship final; yet, it was staged prematurely in the very first round.

Hearing his voice, even though he had already occupied the entire barrier, a sliver of unease crept into Monti’s heart.

The audience watching the live stream was completely bewildered, unable to grasp what was being said; only a tiny fraction of the players understood even a little.

Li Shimin paused, his mind drifting back to Li Jiancheng of the past. Back then, Li Jiancheng was the Crown Prince—wasn’t it because he himself had been too brilliant that the Prince wanted to eliminate him? Was he truly wrong?

Under the combined power of the human world’s centuries of accumulation in the Holy City, the projection of the Land of Nothingness began to sway, on the verge of being swallowed by the mists spanning across time.

Inside the cave were alarm robots and guard robots. Li Yao glanced at their manufacturing style and understood immediately, calmly deducing in his mind how he might deceive this NPC.

"Here!" Monde replied succinctly, placing the Exquisite Crystal Bead, Essence Blood Jade Fruit, and Primordial Stalactite into a spatial ring and tossing it over.

"How is my brother?" Ming Ling asked, clinging to Isara’s back, her voice filled with worry. Having not seen Ming Hua for so long, she felt a sense of panic.

Feeling the oppressive pressure of the Sky-Extinguishing Alliance leader, the crowd’s expressions grew solemn; it was truly terrifying, filling them with dread.

In the Taiyi Realm, the law of the jungle was the rule. He had originally assumed that defeat meant certain death, but upon hearing that Ye Haochuan had no intention of killing them, a surge of gratitude rose within him.

The man and the donkey, like mere spectators, traveled through the Northern Territory from a detached, god-like perspective, waiting for the meteor to fall, hoping to catch a glimpse of Liu Jianhan.

Over the past few years, his trust in Zhao Yan and Zhang Hanjie had grown deeper, to the point of blind obedience, while he had become increasingly alienated from Jing Xiang, Li Zhen, and the others.

The Alliance was originally founded by only two factions; there is a long history behind that story.

Liangliang watched his father fade away completely, his large eyes turning bloodshot, tears shimmering incessantly within them.

"Mad Dog, I think you’ve just set your eyes on someone else’s mount. Don’t let momentary greed blind you. Someone who dares to travel alone in such a desolate wilderness—do you think they are easy prey? Don’t end up losing your own life before you even taste the meat," Qian Jiu warned.

The remaining nine hundred or so men received the order and executed it swiftly, though they retreated in every direction—east, west, north, and south.

"Hah! Insolent junior!" When his strike failed to take effect, Uncle Fu laughed furiously. The grand cultivator unleashed his true power, and violent winds tore through the clouds.

These people were of low strength and followed the orders of the great sects blindly; hearing that the area was sealed, they all obediently stayed in their homes, not daring to move.

"Damn it! Are you going to latch onto me?" An Zi wanted to curse his grandfather. For an old man, he was being utterly unreasonable.

"You didn't pierce anyone yet!" Hearing the old man’s lukewarm tone, Yang Yang wasn't angry, but he didn't give the old man a pleasant look either.

However, fairy or not, this particular fairy now had her almond eyes widened, leaning forward with fists clenched and a murderous aura on her face—the very picture of someone ready to fight to the death. Clearly, this fairy was the one who had ambushed Yang Yang moments ago.

"Enough, enough! You’re the culprit; how dare you speak!" Tang Shaoxuan waved his hand, feeling humiliated.

Xiao Caifu regained her senses, glaring angrily at Chu Qing. She tried to pull her hand away, but he held it tighter.

Suddenly, Lin Wei let out a soft moan as her entire body was pulled into Su Bei’s arms. The surrounding air grew thick; the heavy breathing was undoubtedly the best aphrodisiac. Su Bei had never known that the sweetness taken from Lin Wei’s lips could be so intoxicating.

"Sister? 'Sister' is such an infallible word these days; one 'sister' can pull everything back into the normal zone. I’m such a fool—how could I forget that my childish appearance is only good for being a 'sister'? So, do I need to call you 'brother' now?" Her attempt to reject him was met with such frustration that she became incoherent.

Just then, an officer walked over holding a phone, his expression panicked. He whispered something into Officer Chen’s ear. Officer Chen quickly took the phone, listened for a moment, and his face turned pale; after a few quick responses, he hung up.

The man’s brow finally smoothed out; as long as she wasn't unhappy, that was all that mattered. He loosened his grip, gently stroking her soft, lustrous black hair.

The circle of people around them still dared not let their guard down. The blood dripping slowly from the sword was no mere trick.

She had originally worried that by marrying into the Li Kingdom in place of Princess Xuezhen, she would be sacrificing her own life's happiness. But now that she could fall in love with the Second Prince, wasn't that a happy ending for everyone?

"Yellow-Toothed Ghost, why aren't you dead yet?" A snide, shrill voice interrupted their conversation. Zhang Mu looked up to see a burly, dark-skinned man jump up.

Old Meng had suffered at Wang Ru’s hands before and understood that he possessed a very hidden, cold-blooded nature; most of the other chess players were unaware of this, thinking Wang Ru played with a soft, gentle style.

Expertly kicking off his shoes with his heels and slipping into the slippers placed nearby, Luo Che walked into the living room.

However, from Luo Ze’s own feeling, he didn't think the energy consumed by others using teleportation crests was very high.

But Chen Zhenyue was certain that the number was enough to make any trypophobe faint at the sight.

Seeing the massive column of magma completely blocking his field of vision, Luo Che was startled and spoke in astonishment.