Chapter 85: Bai Nianxuan of the Priest's Sanctuary Is the Champion of This Competition

Qin Feng spun around and fired a shot at a burly man who was swinging a knife at Tang Liang. The gunshot struck the man's thigh with a bang. He staggered and fell to the ground, clutching his leg and screaming in agony. Thanks to this, Tang Liang narrowly escaped danger.

Meanwhile, the proud heirs of the Great Qin Empire, who had just crushed their talisman orbs, suddenly appeared atop the Martial Hall of the Northern Capital. Their expressions were bleak, as if they had suffered a tremendous blow. Yet, deep within, there was a glimmer of relief—they had, after all, managed to cling to life.

At the very moment when three surges of demonic energy were about to strike Li Mingze, no one knew exactly when Xu Qian had already positioned herself behind him. With a casual gesture, only a few wisps of ghostly energy drifted out, but that was enough to completely disperse the demonic force of the monsters.

Han Donglin was briefly taken aback, then shook his head with a smile. After some thought, he decided to tell Qingshui about his reincarnation—though he left out the fact that he had been slain by the Divine Sword of Descent. Such matters were beyond the grasp of ordinary people, yet not so difficult for cultivators to comprehend.

Zhuge Tanxiang's lips twitched as she observed the half-smiling, half-mocking expression on Chen Langya's face. She cursed him inwardly for his cunning. Still, since he knew the risks and dared to go, let him go and never return.

Upon hearing Leiba's response, Tang Youyou and I both let out a sigh of relief, without the slightest trace of anger. After all, an NPC in a game has only one life—once dead, that's the end—whereas players can revive endlessly, at worst losing a level upon death.

The terrain here was exactly as he had predicted. Although still lush and green, the traces of past devastation were discernible for those who looked closely.

Hu Xiyuan’s words made absolutely no sense; Tian Sheng didn't understand a word, but he didn't press for clarification and simply waited for Hu Xiyuan to explain himself.

Tian Sheng gazed intently at the grains for a long while, noticing that once they expanded to a certain extent, they ceased to change, except that they continued to spin.

Seeing Huo Xiuxiu so pitiful, Qin Feng’s heart softened slightly, a sense of compassion stirring within him. He eyed Huo Xiuxiu with suspicion—this girl was quite the performer, truly an actress through and through.

Next, the young man conjured a golden scimitar in his hand and hurled it forward. Under his control, the scimitar whistled through the air, felling every tree in its path as if slicing through tofu.

In an instant, every white lotus transformed into a flying sword and, with a sharp sound, shot toward the ferocious man.

Upon hearing this, Wang Fan’s expression remained unchanged, showing not a hint of retreat. This time, he had declared he would kill him, and he was determined to see it done.

Just moments before, when Mike Jay saw Chen Teng and Ren Yingying’s outstanding performance on the central stage, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement. He promptly proposed a dance competition with Chen Teng.

Seeing this, Wang Fan couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. He quickly formed a series of hand seals and chanted a rarely used mantra for guiding souls, finally extending a finger to cast the spell.

On the viewing platform, the final vote was at last concluded. There was no suspense—the result was still a crushing victory, though this time the sides had exchanged places.

Afterward, Bai Hao once again produced the furnace. Green flames spouted from it, and then Bai Hao split into two—another Bai Hao appeared, or to be precise, a White Demon.

Wang Fan and his two companions had already left the house. Looking ahead at the slowly approaching official convoy, neighbors and villagers all converged toward the Wang family, their faces filled with envy at the scene.

Wei Sheng walked down the spotless corridor, portraits of scientific luminaries overlapping behind her.

The afternoon sun slanted across the world, the grass lush, willow branches swaying in the breeze. The vast manor looked especially beautiful in the sunset.

“All right, all right… But since you’ve already graduated, is it really necessary to fuss so much over your school uniform?” Mizuki Yue spread her hands and asked, deftly changing the subject.

Taiyin wore a gentle smile as she carefully helped the other person prepare the fishing gear, patiently teaching him how to bait the hook.

Our relationship with the Ten Thousand Demons Society had always been cordial, which was why they hadn’t come after us directly.

Xia Haoran also noticed a photo frame on the nightstand in the bedroom. The photograph showed Mu Wanrong and the baby together. Strangely, what piqued Xia Haoran’s curiosity was the absence of the baby’s father in the picture.

Yet at the same time, many people remained skeptical. After all, this method of expelling poison was unheard of; confronted with such an extraordinary sight out of the blue, how could anyone remain calm?

She couldn’t recall the past, but when she and Bai Xingzhi were together, he would comfort himself, telling himself that one day she would remember everything and return to him. Now that her memory had returned, her thoughts were solely on Bai Xingzhi, and he couldn’t help but feel pangs of jealousy.

Lu Nanfei stood frozen, the smile on Yan Yu’s face before she turned away as dazzling as the sunlight at that moment. Her straight back as she departed was like a thorn lodged in his eye.

How could she have vanished so suddenly? She had been perfectly fine these past days, so why did she leave without warning? No, he couldn’t panic—given her current state, she wouldn’t have returned home, nor would she have gone with her classmates, since they had just visited. Could she have gone to see a friend?

Relying solely on his physical strength to reach this point, though he showed no signs of sweat or heavy breathing, Xia Haoran couldn’t help but exhale deeply when he finally stopped moving.

Listening to Lu Mingyang’s pounding heartbeat, Yan Yu lowered her lashes. When she looked up again, her eyes were calm and unruffled. Just then, a commotion rose from the backyard.

When the sisters saw their grandmother arrive, they hurriedly dressed and rushed off to school, all trembling with fear. None of them wanted to hear their mother’s fierce scolding—after all, the distressing cries in the middle of the night had yet to fade from their minds or ears.

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiyue’s delicate figure trembled. The existence of Myriad Treasures Pavilion across the street had always been a thorn in her side.

Everything had been carefully planned, but after trailing their target for half a month, they still couldn’t find an opportunity to strike.

Xu Peixiu’s parents had done everything they could—pleading, persuading, even arguing with her endlessly! Yet Xu Peixiu refused to agree, leaving everyone in an awkward and dismal state. In the end, her grandfather and father, along with her second uncle, lost all hope, but she finally consented to pay her second uncle’s family a visit before making a decision.