Volume One, Chapter 22: The Battlefield "Lone Wolf" Legend—Where the Hell Is the Dragon???

In the Bebatsha region, the LS rebel forces utilized advanced CCS electronic jamming systems from Eagle Nation to block all communications.

"This is crafted from millennial cold iron, and inside lies a piece of spiritual jade. The combination of its frigid essence and yin energy is sufficient to contain the Eight-Headed Linglong!" Nangong Lian had been well-prepared; this box was designed specifically to house the artifact.

Seeing the four individuals enter, the servant turned around, quickly clearing a path and speaking to them with polite deference.

The peculiar aspect of this rack was that it used blades as rungs for climbing, and crucially, the sharp edges were facing upward.

Hearing his words, Su Xingyue felt a tightness in her chest, and a sudden, ominous premonition rose within her.

"We need to disguise ourselves to hide our tracks! If you stay with us, you’ll expose us!" Lin Miao'er explained.

Luo Xucheng walked toward Qiumin, glass in hand. Seeing him approach, Qiumin did not stand on ceremony and held up his own glass in anticipation. Before Luo Xucheng had even reached him, Qiumin extended his hand for a toast. Instead of rising to meet him, Luo Xucheng dropped to one knee, followed quickly by the other.

What he did not know was that at that very moment, Asmo’s spotter was extending an observation lens out from the bushes, only for it to stop abruptly halfway through.

"Hmph! Don't try to sugarcoat it! I won't be fooled by your sweet talk!" Despite claiming she wouldn't be deceived by Ye Yu's smooth words, Xiang Ying began to giggle foolishly.

Currently, although both gangs had sent out many men to assist, none of the leaders or hall masters had appeared, making it difficult for Qi Yueran to analyze their intentions through their expressions.

The next second, he suddenly lowered his head again, burying his nose directly into the crook of her neck.

Yao Ling appeared outside the door just as Nangong Ming was stepping out, allowing her to take in everything inside the room.

"That's considered lecherous? Qianqian, I suspect you haven't seen me at my most lecherous." Qiao Qi wrapped one arm around her waist and placed the other on her shoulder, like a wolf in the dark night preparing to hunt—dangerous, mysterious, yet mesmerizing.

Lin Tianyao nodded and sat down. Zhou Botong struck his palms fiercely against Lin Tianyao’s body, and before long, Lin Tianyao began to feel much better.

Many monks at the gates, high-ranking officials, sect members, and elders of the metropolis left their "lamps of life" within the sect to signal to their companions whether they were still alive.

From this, one could see Lan Rui'er's talent for managing the company, and Gu Yu secretly felt fortunate for his initial decision to keep her on to look after the business.

Sisi was infuriated by the wild snake’s insults and initially wanted to kill it to vent her sorrow and frustration, but suddenly, Gu Yu’s smiling face appeared before her eyes.

"I'm not a fool. I only bring him here when I'm certain you aren't around. Jin Guangyan, rest assured, I won't let Brother Jiang Yue notice anything unusual. Don't worry, I'm even more afraid of being exposed than you are." Yan Xiaoxiao hurried to state her position, only to realize afterward that Jin Guangyan was looking at her with a strange expression.

Jin Guangyan did not follow her out. She should have been happy that he hadn't embarrassed her, but she couldn't bring herself to smile. Was it that Jin Guangyan didn't want to make their relationship public?

On the distant sand dunes, the charging army finally broke through the shield formation. A deep blue hue suddenly erupted from the long blades of the vanguard, spreading like a thin, translucent veil of azure.

Whether plump or slender, pure or fiery, cold or formidable—as long as the target had some beauty, they devoured them all indiscriminately.

Deng Yu and the others hurriedly retreated a few steps, watching the thunderclouds with a sense of dread. Cheng Linting also looked toward the sky; his body trembled, and his face grew solemn. Only after glancing at the humming Wind-Cloud Pure Yang Sword above the casting furnace did he finally relax.