Chapter Thirty-Five: The Tomb of Bai Lingxuan and the Power of the Life Spirit Furnace

This also shows that the heavenly principle truly does target those who do not belong to this world, or those who interfere with its laws. Yet she had never expected that particular fragrance would exert such a powerful effect on the young lord. Lorenzo glanced at the pistol handle visible behind Zuo Zhen, recalling the deadly shot he had fired—the anomalous bullet that struck a decisive blow, shattering Roger’s armor and allowing Lorenzo to kill him with a single sword stroke.

He was an Eastern chef, currently immersed in drawing related doujinshi, and he greatly admired the designer Lin Le. Following the system’s instructions, Yun Sheng placed his finger on each talisman, and in an instant, the talisman’s introduction appeared.

It was clear that this bizarre spiritual world could not be constructed by an ordinary mind; it was an extreme manifestation connected to darkness, reaching the deepest depths, and it was… related to demons.

Although the Five Elder Stars were nominally the supreme commanders of the three armies—higher even than Commander Kong—they still did not hold absolute power. Lorenzo questioned: if the Sacred Coffin was truly some unspeakable, untouchable entity, then Sabo should also be among those purged.

At present, he could not comprehend what their captain intended; they had already identified their targets, so why had he not given the signal to act?

The city’s true, unbreakable bond with China originated with its sister city—Wuhan.

Having waited several minutes for her, Ji Ming, seeing no improvement, could only greet her softly before leaving the restaurant with Mashiro.

For a fleeting moment, confusion crossed Chu Yang’s face, but the light of his inner lamp flickered, dispelling the haze and granting clarity to his soul.

If, at first, Boss Li had entered the Lake of Immortal Birth merely to fumble and explore, now he possessed a clear purpose.

Though the days were warm, the night air grew bitterly cold. The wind, though gentle, carried a penetrating chill.

Aside from the heated arguments among internet users, countless debates raged on Weibo and major forums about Blizzard’s refusal to attend the Longke Game Expo and to accept their award.

Who could tell him what had actually happened? Why was Rita lying in his bed at this hour, and in such an intimate position?

Smiling Sky had no time to explain. He shouted loudly to the crowd gathering out of curiosity.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived at Chaotianmen Wharf, heavily guarded at all hours by security teams. Without such protection, merchant ships would never dare approach, for the starving masses were simply too frightening.

The group was already puzzled; seeing Smiling Sky squat down to inspect the soil only deepened their confusion. Once he explained, realization dawned on their faces.

“Heh, Dad, I really am curious—based on your shares, how much do you earn each month now?” Tang Ya-hui grinned sheepishly, unable to suppress her curiosity.

Even the formidable Dragon-Subduing Arhat and Mr. Lu, who were exerting their aura midair, were clearly stunned.

He could tell the former was from the Hyuga clan, but never expected he was Hinata’s brother.

This astonished many ninja, for Konoha’s strength had already been displayed in all its glory during the great war two years prior.

Only now did Amantaka recover, the glow in his red eyes betraying his disbelief.

Although Skynet optimized as an ordinary person would, the level of detail in its processing was extraordinarily thorough.

With a thunderous boom, Master Utsusemi suddenly unleashed a powerful domain—a pillar of white light shot into the sky, instantly dispelling the mountain mist within its radiance.

As they passed a nearby mall, the giant screen played footage of Li Zaihao’s actions at yesterday’s charity auction.

All the while, Shi stood silently beside Yi Nian. Though he was powerful as ever, his hand at his side clenched involuntarily.

“Is that so? Then what a pity. We have no choice but to fight.” Just as Iron Man donned the infrared sensor, Loki seized him.

At that moment, Shui Rou glanced at the silver-haired youths poised for action and gently reminded them with a smile.

Fang Yi smiled faintly, openly proud, which made Old Mule grind his teeth in frustration. Fang Yi tossed a spirit stone at him before rising to leave, while Old Mule clutched the stone lovingly.

Suspended above the river by Ye Chen, the man faced certain death—if not strangled, he would be drowned after being thrown down.

In the villa’s living room, Medusa and Mina listened to the commotion outside, their faces flushed with anger.

Similar scenes unfolded in the neighboring streets as Han soldiers searched every possible place, leaving no direction unchecked.

“If you wish to look, then look—it was just casually forged. If the fairy desires, I can forge another for you,” Ye Chen said indifferently.

“Enemy attack! Enemy attack!” After cutting through over a dozen tents, their actions were finally discovered by patrolling barbarian soldiers, who immediately raised the alarm.

The two called for Zigua and went to the broken fence to find a spot to sit and wait, tying their horses nearby.

As his words fell, Ye Chen raised his hand and spread his fingers. A ball of light, like a dragon imprisoned for millennia, burst forth, soared into the heavens, and vanished into the sky.

It was not a lack of confidence—these cavalrymen could no longer be restrained. Only heavy infantry could stand against cavalry; without them, his players had no way to resist, for there was nothing to shield them.