Volume One, Chapter 74: Greetings, Little Martial Uncle!

The moment the Celestial Soldier’s flying sword made contact with the blackish-purple mist, he felt an excruciating pain as the mist corroded his hands. Despite his efforts, the sword could not harm the mist in the slightest, nor could it move it even an inch.

Atop the slender willow, a deeply indented line extended all the way to a pair of exquisitely soft shoulders.

Now, what Reinhardt was doing was deliberately shifting all the credit, in the eyes of the Japanese, onto the so-called “super soldier.”

Eager to solve this mystery that gnawed at his curiosity, he quickly opened his QQ chat. After a few minutes of fumbling, he finally managed to add this early-century magician.

Ren Bai hurriedly bent down without hesitation, his gaze fixed on the centipedes crawling over the corpses. He reached out and grabbed one with a decisive gesture.

Among those fighting here, the highest cultivation was only at the Soul Life stage. For Feng Lin, even without using the Flame Emperor’s Technique, such enemies could be defeated with ease.

His outfit was simple—a casual set, the same as yesterday’s, yet somehow, wearing it again at this moment felt entirely different.

Wang Tian was even more confused. He was certain something was about to happen at the gathering, but what exactly remained a complete mystery.

In the depths of the sea of blood, a vast blood pool loomed, and at its center stood a crimson lotus. Even from afar, one could sense its surging, awe-inspiring energy and the chilling aura of death.

A person’s life is not so long—just a few decades, and with a wave of the hand, it’s over.

Asmodeus relentlessly provoked Lucifer and the fallen angels with his words, wearing a smug expression that begged for a beating. The three conspirator gods wore broad smiles as well. Watching Lucifer’s mounting fury, they all felt immensely satisfied.

The rules of the arena dictated that combat should stop short of fatality, so no lives were lost. Most participants weren’t truly competing for the divine jade, merely joining in for the excitement, exchanging pointers, and probing each other’s abilities—not intending to fight to the death.

“Damn it, I’ve just thrown in my last bit of money. Captain, lend me some later…” the drunkard whispered into Lin Feng’s ear.

She knew that her sister would never fail to contact her unless something serious had happened. Perhaps it was the distance that had grown between them, a knot in their hearts, or maybe it was because she feared He Zijun would find out.

Lin Xifan looked at the ledger Zhang Guan handed him, feeling a bit lost since he’d never dealt with such matters. But understanding wasn’t important; he only needed to go through the motions. After a cursory glance, he tossed it back to Zhang Guan.

“What did that person look like?” Dantai Mingyue asked. If she ever encountered them again, she wanted to be on her guard to avoid being slain by a single sword without even knowing what had happened.

Lin Xifan noticed the envious looks from everyone and felt a stabbing pain in his heart. Now, Fu Yuyao could sleep peacefully on his back, but during those times in the past, had she ever slept well at all?

But Xiang Baohua’s age was a deterrent—they dared not strike too hard, resorting only to verbal threats.

He’d been conversing with the other for so long, yet they still had no idea who he was. Annoyed, he no longer wanted to speak.

He was, in truth, a simpleton with a foreign appearance, but his martial talent was extraordinary.

Jun Lingyun found nothing to criticize and nodded in approval. Dongfang Huize bowed in farewell and departed from the palace.

Lingwei’s two maids were still calling for help, but since the ambush had been carefully set in this alley, no one would come.

Members of the Si family had somehow prepared rotten eggs, and as He Xiuyuan and Su Yuer emerged, they were immediately bombarded with them.

Conveniently, Bai Yan was at his side—a recognized prodigy by the Information Institute. Luo Jia seized the chance to present all his problems.

The elderly matron took a bite, and the rich aroma of rose blossomed in her mouth. It wasn’t overly sweet, but the flavor was distinct, the texture silky and melting instantly on the tongue.

Her expression remained indifferent. Though she tacitly allowed the other’s pursuit, it did not mean she would respond with enthusiasm.

In just three days, public opinion overwhelmed the masses. The merger fell through, investors lost confidence in the company, and the previously rising stock price swiftly dropped.

Though this spatial virtualization ability was extraordinary, it consumed a tremendous amount of Yuan energy. Even after Zhou Yun’s strength surged from absorbing the Fire Spirit Vein’s core, he could barely endure such consumption.

“Eat! Of course, I ate it.” Seeing his wife’s darkening face, Lucifer hurriedly replied, his deep eyes shooting her a warning glance.

“Baoyue Pavilion” was a renowned jewelry chain in Jincheng, dealing in gold, jadeite, diamonds, and other fine jewelry. With its long history, pure quality, and fair prices, it held a prestigious position both in consumers’ minds and in the jewelry industry.

Despite having witnessed the terrifying, overwhelming might of this Divine Realm Grand Formation, he knew well that it was not as invincible as it appeared.

Hearing this, Wang Yan congratulated himself on his cleverness, having used the Yin Energy Pill to gain entry into the Valley of Human Flesh.