Chapter 40: Do You Have Any Way to Solve This Problem?

At forty-five minutes past midnight, the battlefield under the shroud of night was deserted, save for those nineteen ghastly, inhuman corpse demons.

The moonlight seemed stained with blood as it spilled over the world. The moment the moonlight shifted from snow-white to crimson, countless people in the vast City of Divine Stone looked up at the sky.

If one considers oneself old, one cannot blame the eldest young mistress for thinking she looks old and ugly.

This level of damage was still within the manageable scope for the soldiers, and even those who were wounded were gritting their teeth and holding on.

Although born human, since she could remember, she had seemingly always lived in a desolate, ancient land devoid of people or signs of life.

Ouyang Qianqian glared fiercely at the man on the ground—glared at this cowardly man clutching his stomach.

Yang Deming had not expected him to strike so suddenly, and caught off guard, he was kicked squarely. With Guan Xuan’s Tier 3 strength, the blow was not light; Yang Deming curled up like a shrimp, in too much pain to even utter a word.

Although he knew Wang Xin was always quiet, Guan Xuan still made a gesture for silence, signaling with his eyes.

In a vast and gloomy basement, Ye Beichen and Fan Yuhai saw the five thousand planetary-level slaves.

As she spoke, Zhang Xiao playfully leaned her face toward Chu Xiao, cheekily pointing at her own cheek, waiting for the moment Chu Xiao would open his mouth and kiss her.

"This is my true home, the place where I grew up for sixteen years," Zou Bufan said, the profound nostalgia on his face visible to all.

"Brother Gu, we’ve known each other for some time, don’t force our hands! But if anyone tries to stop us from rescuing our loved ones, we will fight to the death!" several burly men blocking the perimeter said with tragic determination.

"Young Master, there is no need, just a short rest will suffice." Yue Jian and the others feared that Zou Bufan’s efforts to restore their strength might affect him, and to avoid any unforeseen circumstances for him, Yue Jian resolutely refused.

"Do you really need me to hold it in for you? Drink less cola at night! If you wake up again, I’m not going with you!" I snatched the soda can and slammed it onto the table.

Sarutobi knew that Ten was a sensitive child; the events of the recent past had left him feeling insecure living in this village. He could tell from the fact that Ten had been accepting missions without a single break these past few days.

Lin Yan—only Lin Yan was the exception. Just looking at him gave Dilraba a sense of security, like seeing an older brother from next door.

Surrounded by red currents, Goku was drenched in sweat, his mouth gasping for scorching hot air, his face flushed red as if he were being burned by flames. Yet, the power it brought was unexpected.

No sooner had the words fallen than Kurotsuchi emerged from the depths of the rear, passing through the Five Kage to stand before Ten.

Because she had to hold down the fort at the Baili family’s estate, she was well aware that Bai Jin, who was with the Blood Killers, was someone Xiu Yuan had sent in disguise.

"Pfft—pfft—" Almost without pause, Xing Xiangyue’s body was pierced, leaving several bloody holes.

Xu Nan noticed that the description on the character card had become very faint, almost invisible.

After another half-month of cultivation, Gu Chenyuan’s cultivation level finally advanced to the seventh stage of Spirit Fusion, marking his entry into the late stages of Spirit Fusion.

"Nana, no matter what, I have to check your physical condition." I decided to throw caution to the wind, walking toward her step by step.

For a long while, no one stepped onto the field to interact, and the scene fell somewhat cold.

He grew up in the marketplace, which was why he had befriended street youths like Yang Nan and Scar Six back in Wannian County; preferences and habits formed in childhood are difficult to change, even in adulthood.

There was no help for it; he was not a mage, so he could not study knowledge—he could only strive to understand and digest it.

I smiled; she must still be shy. I got out of bed and saw my father in the courtyard, gathering firewood.

I raised my eyes to look around and was stunned; the vast Land of the Beast God was completely empty.

Tan Jue paced back and forth, slowly circling the four of them, leaving their hearts in their throats.

At this moment, the battle between Frieza’s pirates and the spaceship warriors had reached a climax. Frieza’s pirates each possessed a combat power exceeding one thousand, making them exceptionally strong, while the spaceship warriors were clearly much weaker.

Sun Fengzhao immediately sat cross-legged as instructed, experiencing everything from the brief yet seemingly endless illusion. Those scenes of a life of cultivation, life and death, battles, love and hate, failure, victory, and success—it was as if, in that short time, he had lived a life entirely different from his own.

Suddenly, he touched something and shrieked in fright. Several flashlights swept back and forth, eventually converging on one spot. It was like a naturally sculpted cavern; skeletons with fragments of clothing were fused together by wind, sand, and water, solidified along the walls of the corridor.

People of this time loved to critique others; a comment from an elder could often influence a person’s entire life. As soon as Old Sun spoke, Wu Yang’s long, thin face turned a sickly, dark, ashen color.

Entering Chen Rong’s vision was a beautiful youth in pale blue robes, his hair bound by a jade crown. Because his waist was so slender and his sleeves so wide, he possessed an ethereal grace as he drifted in the mountain breeze.