Volume 1, Chapter 28: News of Zhang Xiaoman

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"About ten kilometers deep into the Devil's Jungle, there is a water pond. The water there is the island's own source, fresh water," the man spoke slowly.

"Devil's Jungle? A forest that looks devilish?" Upon hearing this, Ye Feng was suddenly startled and quickly asked in return.

"Yes, yes!" The man nodded hastily.

"Are you lying to me?"

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes.

"I'm not! Really not. I just came from there. If there was no water source, I would have died long ago," the man replied quickly.

"But I just passed through there and, apart from encountering some wild monkeys, I didn't see any pond..."

The young man glanced at Yang Ye and the others, but his gaze lingered a little longer on Lianhua. Besides admiring her beauty, he also looked twice at the water apricot in her hand.

Sihan furrowed her brow, then looked up at the sky overhead. It was nearly noon. A deep frown settled in her heart, and a complex, ominous feeling swirled within her, impossible to suppress.

Bai Yan returned, knowing some things could not be concealed. It was better to strike first, to concoct an airtight excuse, at least to survive one more day.

The one who had been sentenced to death by the Lishang Palace—each wielding a sword—had actually returned to the Lishang Palace.

After drinking, he climbed onto the bed and fell asleep. As for other matters, naturally, Yang Mo handled the aftermath.

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On the way, Chen Yu kept muttering complaints about those who paid no heed to these matters, thinking how infuriating it was.

"If you are mine, you must stay by my side and obey me... Can you do that?" Mu Xuanqing looked at her steadily.

Chen Yu immediately understood. The words Chen Yu had just spoken about Chen Yu must have sounded unpleasant to Yang Mo, which was why he responded that way.

Ji Zimo watched Yan Xi’s eyes follow his finger, a growing smile curling at the corners of his lips.

Wu Ziming reflexively wanted to get up and chase after him, but a glance from Wu Zimeng made him obediently sit back down on the sofa, not daring to move a muscle.

Above him, a cloud shimmering with seven colors hovered, continuously shedding strands of energy.

They all shouted. Some with mental disturbances had already knelt down, crying out that a deity had descended.

"You're supposed to be the Primordial Celestial King, so why?" Xiao Fan was somewhat incredulous, but the iron chains on this person were the best proof.

"I'm sorry about your friend. You may leave now," Qin Ming shook his head and looked toward the island’s depths. Though his power was restricted, he could sense the presence of the Six Paths Reincarnation Mountain.

On the bronze statue, a crack appeared—a pitch-black fissure spreading like a spiderweb across the entire figure.

After the meal, sated and satisfied, Mu Shenrong went to the restroom. Unexpectedly, halfway through, the door suddenly opened and Gu Huaiyu strode in brazenly.

"Sharp-tongued, your strongest moves are nothing more than the Hell Realm Reincarnation Seal and the Power of All Spirits," King Longxiao analyzed calmly.

The mighty sword in Hao’s hand had been nurtured for billions of years in the universe’s supreme Yang realm and had only now barely taken shape.

The price of strategic resources was inherently high. Even if they only mined for a day, it might be equivalent to their earnings from wandering the universe for a year.

"Ahem, everyone, I am King Yang Ye of Jianye! Thank you all for attending this appraisal gathering," Yang Ye began with a formal speech, which received some echoes of approval.

A large iron gate creaked loudly when the staff opened it, the harsh sound piercing the night air.

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The Jade Emperor recalled how Qitian Shou had swallowed the relic in the demon land and consecutively comprehended divine powers. If his guess was correct, Qitian Shou was now using the powers he gained then.

But now, his senior brother often traveled outside. After all, in the sixth dimension, Liu Po, a half-step Nascent Spirit, was already sufficiently intimidating.

"Walking around the capital as a hundred-household? How come I haven't seen him? Is it a fake?" The hundred-household named Chang squinted, his expression turning unfriendly.

They simply could not imagine how, if not for the King’s rank and the ‘Divine Tongue’ of a royal gourmet, someone could casually recount every detail of a delicacy.

That morning, Lu Tianyu and Shangguan Tianlong sat atop Yaya’s back, racing like lightning toward the classroom.

This kind of combination, though lacking supplies and interference, was undoubtedly the most convenient lineup if your goal was a blitzkrieg to swiftly overwhelm the opponent.

To make them understand what this bloodshade corpse truly was, Fang Xiaohui produced some data and placed it on the table. Then, the projector stand displayed the information onto the screen.

He suddenly crouched, already dodging a heavy blow. Hastily retreating, he quickly reattached the talisman paper, but the result was the same.

Lin Yu faced a dilemma. He had no ties with the Sand Tribe and had no reason to risk such danger. From the other’s words alone, he could tell the sandworm king was formidable. If they actually fought, Lin Yu wasn’t sure he would have the upper hand.

The jungler Rek’Sai played the role of both a tank and an assassin, delivering high damage while boasting considerable toughness. The bottom lane duo, Ashe’s ultimate to initiate and the healer’s sustain, also helped maintain Mu Jing’s team composition.

However, the extreme cold had no effect on Ah Huang or Lao Xie. One stood on the ice, the other sat on an ice slab, beginning to exchange messages telepathically.

In contrast, Lin Yu remained calm, seemingly having anticipated the charge, snorting coldly.

At this moment, faced with such a prime opportunity for revenge, Paul and Griffin would certainly not let it pass.

"Most likely born from grudges, the Corpse King’s Dojo is a strange space, so there must be other things present," Jiang Dong drew a wooden plaque from behind, weighing it in his hand. Though not as powerful as Lei Hai’s soul-summoning banner, it was equally indestructible, impervious to ordinary forces.