Volume One, Chapter 84: The Challenge

"No, no! Weren't we supposed to wait for the beast tamer? Would it really be appropriate to go now?" Three of Spades asked uncertainly.

"It's not your place to worry about that!" Montage snorted coldly, a look of displeasure crossing his face.

"Yes, of course. I'll lead the way right away."

This was originally a basic talisman of the talisman path, capable of stopping bleeding and treating minor wounds. However, it was of little use for injuries involving tendons or bones. After mastering the ability of the Dual Hands, it had rarely been used.

If Wang Hai could knock down a two-meter-tall man with a single punch, could Ye Tian’s slender body withstand even one blow from him?

When Mao Yuning left the house, she wore a casual outfit. Since she was coming to the company on short notice, she deliberately bought a long dress at the mall to change into.

Because Aiwass lacked wind-element mana, Liz was unable to transform into an elemental state together with him.

Now, judging from what You Xi said, His Majesty had not accepted her into the harem. Then why was You Xi appearing in the Changle Palace?

Whether it was the Crescent Rite being targeted by others, or the betrayal of a teammate during the Full Moon Rite—even if Meg was powerful enough, if the others did not want her to advance, it would be extremely difficult.

Shen Tianqi maintained his gentle smile without replying. He knew that all the hardships and struggles in this universe were worth enduring for this moment of enjoyment.

There were more than thirty members of the You family. When they fled the city in disgrace, they thought the next time they returned would be when the Fifth Prince had achieved his great cause and restored the family’s glory. Who could have predicted that only a few days after leaving, they would be escorted back by the authorities?

The Prime Minister, before falling at Wuzhangyuan, had foreseen that after his death, Wei Yan would rebel in pursuit of power, and so had left secret orders.

As for the auction’s procedures and the layout of the house, Tang Chuan had already memorized them. If he ever returned to the Eastern Cang Continent, he would surely have the Lan Kwai Fong establish such a grand auction house.

"His cultivation may be low, but he is still a pure youth—just right to present to the master," the man said.

Forget it, since others are at ease here, why should I be so anxious? If others can comprehend the Dao and cultivate here, so can I. Having just advanced, I can now use the Spirit-Forging Divine Technique to temper my primordial spirit and soul.

Inside, there was nothing resembling a soul; even magic power was undetectable. If one had to describe it, it was much like the magic when gazing directly at Mebis not long ago.

"What? Are you serious?" This time, the serpent’s expression changed dramatically, clearly shocked by the name he had just heard.

What a striking brilliance it was—enough to make one suspect this fellow was a cadaver dissected in a medical school, with the skin stripped away and the orderly muscle fibers exposed to everyone’s gaze.

They all pressed the red button on their batons at once, and the voltage instantly ran across the metal tip at the front.

"The path you choose is always the most comfortable to walk." The Empress Mother of the Empire actually said such words, which sounded rather peculiar.

Cang Xing’s voice was thick with disdain. He didn’t even spare Huangfu Xiong a glance as he extended a merciless finger, pointing at Old Six. Old Six immediately let out ear-splitting screams, his whole body crackling before he passed out, his body limply hanging down.

Liu Feiyang had witnessed the entirety of this game. One could say he was the designer, yet the only uncertainty was victory or defeat. If Lord Geng had an ace up his sleeve, then he would win; if not, he himself might end up imprisoned.

Two sounds rang out at once—the first was An Ran smashing something over the butcher’s head, followed by Zhao Zhigao and Wang Zizhu charging forward together, kicking the butcher’s men in the chest so hard they flew back onto the sofa.

He had encountered many masters before, but the dread now painted in his mind was simply unbelievable. Such never-before-felt terror, striking directly at his soul, made him break out in an even colder sweat.