Volume One, Chapter 47: Xu Ruoqing's Slap, Lu Junshen's Two Slaps

Dark clouds roiled over the Vatican, lightning flashing across the sky. The sun had long been obscured, and the unfortunate Templar Knights now felt as if bats swarmed from every direction, making it impossible to discern the exact bearings.

“So, you only heard that sound,” Situ Leiyan said coldly, fixing her with a piercing gaze. He casually picked up another cup from the table and flung it aside recklessly. The clash of porcelain against the tea table, the spill of tea flowing over the surface, and the drip of droplets hitting the floor filled the entire room.

When Daocheng learned that the Black Mountain Demon had been slain by Qin Wuyang and that the Glittering Sands had vanished without a trace, he merely smiled faintly, offering no comment. As for Fakon’s tragic death and Faxiang’s vow of revenge, he paid them no heed.

Ziyu walked ahead, first bowing to Princess Fucheng. Su Momo and the others knelt a half-step behind, bowing their heads and chanting, “Wishing the princess eternal fortune and safety.”

He did not know when he had lifted his head, but without realizing it, he was staring unwaveringly at the ethereal beauty standing silently by the stream, her features as delicate as a painting. He gazed into her increasingly distant, jet-black eyes, listening to the tune she casually played—a melody embodying the freedom of soaring through the heavens and wandering at ease.

“What do you mean? Do you want the things or not?” Cai Lun’s expression grew grave, and he halted in his tracks, fully aware that the visitor’s purpose was far from simple.

“Anything else to say?!” Liu Xiaoxing shot him a fierce glare, instinctively releasing a murderous aura.

With Qin Wuyang’s marksmanship, hitting a target from fifty meters was already a blessing from fortune itself, especially with Norman Sandra’s shooting experience assisting him.

A spark of delight flashed across Lin Chen’s face; in this place, every weapon was precious. The watch indicated that each point of energy equated to a point of attack. Lin Chen possessed five base attack points; with the dagger, that totaled eight. Without hesitation, he chose to confirm the equipment.

The soldiers, who had just regained some fighting spirit, were again overwhelmed by the presence of the Guraji God. Their minds clouded, limbs weakened, unable to move; many even dropped their weapons.

Yang Yi’s true trump card was the vast amount of alien energy he absorbed when slaying bandits beyond the ridge last time.

Looking further inside, the cave's entrance was thick with sturdy rock, seemingly very hard. Breaking through would require considerable time.

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The Divine Dragon Lin’er nonchalantly returned to Qin Tian’s shoulder. Honestly, his mother possessed many powerful techniques and secret arts, but he never cared much for such things. What displeased him now was the neglect the two had shown, so his earlier reaction was merely a call for attention.

For assassins, their professional advantage lies mainly against those clad in cloth or leather armor. Against heavily armored, high-defense knights, low attack power renders even the sharpest skills useless. You might stab with a dagger more than ten times, yet the opponent’s health could still be full. Don’t believe it? Just watch the upcoming duel.

Shen Yu naturally had no knowledge of what Chu Xiu was thinking, nor did he wish to pursue the topic further, fearing it would end in discord. Had he intended to quarrel, he would have directly asked about Nie Peixiao’s matter to clarify whether they rode the same horse.

This time, the simple style of the ennoblement was partly because Yun Cheng was an adopted heir; extravagance might curse his fortune. Also, his marriage had just concluded, so it was unwise to stir conflicts between northern and southern noble families.

Ming Ying groaned in pain, hurriedly retracting her hand despite the burn covering her wrist. She wept uncontrollably, utterly losing her senses.

“The West Lake Sword Debate…” Chen Langya furrowed his brows. The man called Futu and Tan Wei’s figures gradually faded into darkness, but Chen Langya’s heart brimmed with myriad thoughts. The rankings on the Chinese Hidden Dragon List promised thrilling competition. No matter what, Chen Langya was determined to witness it.

At this moment, He Xiang approached Qin Feng, tugging his sleeve to indicate she had something to say.

“Your Majesty, please calm your anger! Allow me to finish speaking before you kill your servant,” Gao Li quickly turned and knelt.

The Taoist was unsurprised that the Feng family guarded something beneath their estate; it was an ancient monster who had lived countless years. The Taoist would only find it strange if it were otherwise.

Upon hearing this, many felt a warm surge in their hearts, especially the outer disciples present, who had come merely to watch. His words deeply moved them.

If the opponent could appear silently, then clearly, either the opponent was not a living being—like a puppet without a soul, maintained solely by a puppet formation, whose core could not be detected—or their cultivation surpassed his by five levels, beyond the Fusion Realm.

Masters like Ba could naturally discern Shen Linfeng’s prowess from his moves. Not daring to confront head-on, he flipped sideways and landed on the ground.

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As the saying goes, a dragon begets nine sons, each different. Most of the Shu family were straightforward, like Shu Guoping, a typical example. But his cousin, Shu Guoxin, the family’s eldest legitimate son, inherited some unusual traits from somewhere—not only was he not straightforward, but he also favored cunning schemes and unorthodox tactics.

That precious honey, carrying the scent of plum blossoms, she had thought she could savor its sweetness forever in her heart.

These zombie beasts frenziedly charged at the fleeing residents. Infected by the thick green mist, they became even more terrifying. Even some evolved humans couldn’t react in time and were dragged into the fog.

Yuan Qi was momentarily stunned, looking at her husband in disbelief. Before, he never spoke up in such matters and always obeyed her. Tonight’s situation was a first.

The former Sun Xue, still a university student, appeared somewhat naive in her speech and actions, even shy in grand occasions.

The Taoist’s trick was like magic. Li Chuyi watched in stunned amazement; the sheep demon was utterly bewildered.

The two did not leave together. Song Yuyan took the VIP elevator, while Gu Jiujui followed Shi Lei to the twentieth floor.

“It was a white ape and a white flood dragon who, with the help of their master, passed the heavenly tribulation to achieve the Golden Dao Way!” Solitary Yu said with deep admiration.

Gu Jiujui and Xia Yifei had known each other previously, but until today, Xia Yifei had always called her by full name. Suddenly switching to a nickname felt unfamiliar to her.