Volume One, Chapter 91: Qin Bao's Promotion!

Lin Feng arrived at the predetermined rendezvous point with the Five-Colored Blood Soul King, waiting for Long Ling and his companion. The Blood Soul King observed the peculiar fluctuations around them and spoke. It was as if their childhood dreams of sailing toward distant horizons had been awakened, each of them feeling a surge of excitement within. No matter how wildly these five infamous rogues imagined their futures, none could foresee how tumultuous their paths would become, nor that they would grow into figures of great importance, capable of shaping the world.

Witnessing their earnest demeanor, even Chen Haocheng felt an unusual thrill stirring inside him. Zhao Yuqing finally understood what Wang Hao meant by “let’s talk about it later.” “Kill!” Song Qianfeng, master of the Song Sect, shouted, wielding an offensive arrow-shaped artifact. He shot it directly at a cultivator at the first stage of Foundation Establishment. “Leng Yi, what’s wrong?” Night Consort had been following closely behind Leng Yi, but suddenly saw that Leng Yi had stopped moving. Panic flooded her heart; she quickly called out twice through the headset, but received no reply.

“If that’s the case, then we can wipe out all the Feathered Ones in an instant, just like… the Feathered Ones killed the Blood Moon!” Shura grew exhilarated. With lightning speed, Lü Bu’s left hand shot out to support Mu Guiying’s foot, but Mu Guiying’s kick was feigned, swinging backward so Lü Bu’s hand grasped only air. Seizing Lü Bu’s distraction, Mu Guiying exerted force, twisting her broadsword to catch Lü Bu’s treasured blade with its serrated edge.

Everyone had been analyzed, and the students of Apocalypse Academy would soon undergo significant changes in a short period. Lin Zhengfeng quickly unlocked his phone and skillfully dialed a string of numbers. The call went through. She understood the leader’s mood now; it was just like when Mo Li was unconscious and she kept vigil at his side. The leader was now watching over Bai Xue, waiting anxiously.

Chu Lianruo was afraid, truly afraid, because of Xu Rong’s actions that day. Fortunately, Qingqing was with her, rescuing her just in time. But what if, someday, she ventured beyond their protection? What would become of her then? Therefore, she would rather, would rather let her most beautiful self bloom for Xu Yang.

Meanwhile, Ding Hao’s founding of the nation had spread completely. The people rushed to share the news, and the message was disseminated at a frenzied pace across thousands of miles. Situ Lang dared not speak, stealing a glance at the dean, who merely watched Ding Hao with a playful expression.

“Why are you so agitated? Your name only sounds similar. Does someone calling you an idiot make you think it’s about you? And if we dig deeper, do you subconsciously treat ‘idiot’ as your own nickname?” Chen Han spoke mercilessly. Feng Chuge knew that Chiyu Tian would not let matters rest. When she arrived earlier, she had focused all her awareness on him.

Ji Anchen quietly saved the animated image, swiftly packaged all the photos and sent them to his email, then cleared them from his phone. Murky tears rolled uncontrollably, while Ai Qianqian’s rough, trembling hand was already held tightly. Some people noticed the brief exchange of glances between Mo Xuan and Yu Anmi, sensing the tacit understanding and deep affection between these two young teens.

Ji Tianqi deliberately emphasized the final syllable of “astonished,” almost squeezing it out between clenched teeth. After sending off the followers of the Five Bushels of Rice Sect, Chu Cheng casually pulled Old Pig over, pointed at his head, and said, “All of them!” Old Pig chuckled, hefted his battle axe, and leaped out the window, tailing the departing sect members.

Xiao Feng wiped his Black Angel blades inside the X Army camp. The two Black Angels had returned to him in perfect form, but now, their surfaces were stained with blood.

No matter what relationship she held with Mo Shaoting, it should not be linked to He Yuhao or Lin Yushan. Su Anguo paused, then smiled broadly and shook her hand. Meanwhile, Mo Chenhai’s brows rose slightly. On the side of Azure Cloud Guild, a player was closely monitoring the situation, holding a large command flag and directing the guild members. He was a man in his forties, solid and honest in appearance, but his eyes were bright and clear, shining with wisdom.

After much contemplation, Chu Cheng made a bold decision: he handed the Divine Core to Xia Tian. Since he could only absorb less than twenty percent of its power, it was a waste to keep it, and his own strength could be increased by other means. The old man’s joking words belied the tears shining at the corners of his eyes. He had painstakingly brought things from home to welcome his son’s return, only to find them useless.

Indeed, on the Desolation Continent, Chu Tian had many attachments—those scenes he had experienced, those people who had haunted his dreams, that heartwarming family affection—each was a deep-seated concern in his heart. The Wang and Li families had always enjoyed a close relationship. In an age when allies were essential, it was likely they would prefer to join forces with the Li family. Knowing that Li Bai’s source of strength was secure, the old master was finally at ease.