Chapter 26

After all, the boundless starry sky stretches infinitely, with many chaotic star regions that even formidable experts dare not approach. Perhaps some great secret lies hidden within them, but no one can say for sure.

After spending some time, Lin Chen finally completed the spiritual array arrangements atop the mountain. He then decided to settle in quietly and wait patiently.

“Rumble…” The tremendous sound caused many to cover their ears. Yuan Ba frowned as he watched the swirling yellow sand before him. When the sand cleared, everyone stared in disbelief at the scene—there was no trace of the two people, only a pit ten meters in diameter.

Every time he completed a task, he only received that favorability score, but even now, Mo Fan still didn’t know what use it served.

Speaking of which, even he wasn’t quite clear on how he had acquired his divine-level strength. He only recalled it might be connected to Saitra, who was known as the “Bearer of the White Magic Stone.”

The foundation of the Kha clan’s descendants was weak, especially with diplomacy still unopened; suffering heavy losses brought them little benefit. But the Federation was a colossal entity—so long as supply lines remained secure, recovery was always possible.

The divine-level experts here naturally understood that this person meant: if the heart does not comprehend death, how could it conceive of life?

He had roamed the underworld for many years, encountering numerous masters, but this was the first time he had seen such a dense murderous aura emanating from Lin Chen.

After a brief casual chat, Inspector Hou and Xin Baiqiu left the gymnasium with Hou Tianyu.

At the beginning of this year’s middle school elite challenge, nearly all the top talents of the same age group had been swept up.

Now, under another’s roof and hoping to use their resources to repair the Lion ship, it was difficult to refuse their boarding.

Since hearing about Hao Wendin’s deeds, Hou Tianyu had come to regard him as a lifelong idol.

Compared to the benefits he received, those tribes who denied him and quarreled with him were full of grievances.

Su Muhuan averted her gaze, blushing as she lowered her head, pretending to wipe nonexistent sweat from her temple with a handkerchief.

He threw punch after punch, continuously striking in all directions. He could sense the assassin’s presence and even pinpoint his location, but strangely, every punch landed empty.

He had returned from Mount Shu several days ago, and the past few days had passed uneventfully, so it was unlikely due to changes within himself.

Tang Shuyuan frowned, his figure flashing as he instantly appeared behind the desperate and screaming feathered clan cultivator, delivering a crushing blow.

Zhou Fang’s nature was especially kind-hearted, which was what I admired most about her. Upon hearing my words, she no longer insisted on a 70-30 split but agreed to an even division.

Perhaps because she had changed to a more comfortable place to sleep, she reflexively stirred and reached out to fumble for the zipper on her clothes.

Zhong Li’s Crescent Moon blade was almost fully unsheathed, with only the last inch remaining. Yet Fu Hongxue still stood quietly in place, neither sorrowful nor joyful, making no move.

Wei Yu verbally agreed sweetly but immediately forgot about it. She thought that once this week passed, the situation would ease considerably, and she wouldn’t need to be distracted by these matters now.

Others bluntly asked when they could settle in Fusang and Goryeo, fully incorporating these two islands into the Central Plains territory.

The horsemen rode away, leaving the yard dark without firelight. The north wind swept past, stirring some withered leaves on the ground to rise and fall, scraping the earth with a rustling sound, like the sorrowful sigh of a weathered elder.

Moreover, at the moment the Dragon Sword was drawn, an extremely sharp sword aura was simultaneously unleashed by Mu Duan. A nearby large stone struck by this attack exploded with a muffled roar, a massive pit cut into it, scattering debris.

Three hundred steps outside the Wild Fox tribe’s camp, warriors from the Qiu Luo and Feng Lin tribes gathered, awaiting orders. According to Wu Chi’s previous instructions, if Wo Kuo refused suppression, they were to counterattack. Yet as hours passed without a command from Wu Chi, the assembled warriors grew restless.

After this county committee standing meeting, it seemed a signal had been sent out, sparking various rumors.

I glanced over and saw a huge blister inside his lower lip. Recalling that yesterday he had bitten it while eating, it must have caused such a large blister.

Under the sea, thunder roared as all currents crazily converged upon the spear, forming a terrifying strangling force. With the blessing of the chaotic realm, the four disciples of the Ghost King Sect instantly perished, their bodies torn into pieces as blood spread through the water.

The black aura beneath his feet nearly took form, transforming into black crows that swirled around him.

Chen Lili was sweating profusely with tension but dared not relax her grip, continuing to squeeze the oxygen bag to provide oxygen to the injured.

“Could it be that the former young sect leader’s defeat was related to this Broken Sky Armor?” Qiao Chen was suddenly struck by a thought, instantly connecting to an unthinkable possibility.

Jin Yuanyuan smiled wryly. “Honey, don’t rush—everything must be done step by step. No one becomes strong overnight.”

Ye Qingquan had encountered awkward situations before in life, but none approached the embarrassment of this instance.

Yakumo Yukari was no fool. Since Ren Pingdi had already employed a strategy of ignoring all else to specifically target Orange, Mistia, and the Bear Monster in this round, next time they would not succeed so easily. Even if Ren Pingdi refrained from attacking them in the third round, Yakumo Yukari would protect the three.

The black-robed man who had just dodged a strike from Yihui suddenly froze midair, his cloak seemingly stretched by some unseen force.