Chapter 115: The Final Strike

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The cinnabar seemed to take effect, following the beam of light straight toward the nine shattered fragments. If I could strike down those nine fragments, it was likely that the great formation atop the Nine Serpents’ Coffin would also be broken.

Before I could hesitate, a black shadow shot out with a whistle.

“You shameless creature, you’re courting your own destruction.”

As these words rang out, suddenly—

At that moment, within the Sacred Dragon Hall, a white flash flickered past. A room materialized out of thin air.

“I get the feeling I’m cut from the same cloth as Gidro Harrot—both of us relying on looks to carry us, with empty heads beneath,” Li Yi muttered to himself.

At the city’s edge, a faint blood-red mist drifted quietly, hanging in the cold, ink-black night. On the towering walls, patrols rotated in shifts.

Along the way, the other officers you met were mostly clad in simple cloth uniforms, topped with neat officer caps. Except for the two fully armed squad captains encountered earlier, and the highest-ranking officer before me—clad entirely in armor, wielding a massive anti-armor heavy machine gun capable of piercing the armor of a heavy battle vehicle.

“Is that so?” Once again, the storyline aligned with the king’s narrative. To rescue a hero under control, it seemed the only way was to defeat him first.

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At this moment, Haige was dumbfounded, murmuring Li Yi’s words to herself.

Now, these two kinds of people merged in her mind, painting a perfect image.

After regaining her senses, Lin Feng’er left Lin Hao’s embrace, her gaze toward Lin Hao filled with utmost tenderness.

Her belief stemmed from a recent encounter—Zhang Huaipu had approached him, subtly warning him to safeguard himself and not to act on impulse and sacrifice himself.

Swish! Qi Yuyan handed the soul pellet to Lin Hao, who swiftly absorbed it into his soul realm.

The golden core old demon turtle, upon hearing their impassioned declarations, looked at them with stunned, incredulous eyes, as if witnessing the greatest joke.

These lotus seeds were not the spiritual herbs required by the Five Great Immortal Sects’ mission, but a type of spiritual lotus seed that cultivators could consume directly, highly beneficial for refining the body.

The interrogation room’s door was opened from outside again—this time it was none other than Director Huang Yong, who had just rushed back.

Ten minutes later, Chen Xingyun reposted Fu Zirui’s Weibo, adding a comment: /rabbit/ /rabbit/.

Jiang Haochen, unlike Qiu Mo, wielded a flying sword but released no particularly formidable aura.

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This was a question that needed no contemplation—the Imperial Guards numbered only five or six thousand, while the Forbidden Guards boasted a full hundred thousand. Without exceptional martial skills, how could one command such a vast army?

Whether Old Fu was in the classroom had no bearing on Pei Qingxi; she simply continued her homework as usual.

“Didn’t your mother give you my QQ account?” Chen Xingyun’s words were phrased as a question, but his tone was certain.

Honestly, as rulers of a continent, controlling vast fairy territories, they truly had no desire to risk their lives in battle.

Shaking his head, Wang Daolin smiled wryly, wondering why he bothered thinking so much—if he thought any further, he might start doubting his own existence.

As for the person snatched away by the leopard, after further consideration, the other party chose to withdraw. Though this was a game, the experience felt real, and he had no intention of taking on such a mission outside.

Regarding Jin Zhantian, Lan Xiang, and others, Ouyang Zhe understood them fairly well; their strength was similar to his before his breakthrough. But Li Yuyun was a variable—at peak Condensing Cloud Realm, she had defeated him at the early Shape Transformation Realm.

Before long, Ye Bai finished school and immediately spotted him, hurrying over at once.