Volume One, Chapter 64: His Granddaughter-in-Law Is Truly Remarkable

"You've been tricked, Elder Zhang!" The fat man lifted his head to look at Zhang Sheng, then suddenly shot out both hands, gripping Zhang Sheng's legs with a vice-like hold.

No matter when or where, economic troubles can always become the final straw that breaks the camel's back.

In his desperation, he rummaged through his storage ring for medicinal herbs to apply to his wounds, then swallowed a few pills, regaining some of his strength.

Meanwhile, in this space, a terrifying tree ring a thousand feet wide suddenly materialized. It spun rapidly, erasing every trace of spiritual energy around Yuan Qing in an instant. Even the power of the rules themselves seemed to be drawn away.

"A Tier Five fiend beast—the Violet-Wing Kui Dragon?" The leader of the Myriad Sword Sect, Li Zhiqiu, revealed the creature's origins. A Tier Five fiend beast possessed power comparable to a Stellar Marquis. Not a soul present today could hope to contend with it.

Su Nanqiu and Wang Yue shouted louder and louder, but neither of them could withstand that disciple whose strength had already reached the Enlightenment Realm. Both were forcibly shoved out of the room.

"Master, I don't think there's anything to fear about this golden light. In fact, it feels... strangely familiar," Chu Yang said, as the Flame Sun within his Dantian began to circulate, as if communicating with the golden light in some unfathomable way.

Moreover, some disgustingly alien mutations were actually crawling on those instruments, writhing and squirming.

As she finished speaking, Yu Wanrong formed a seal with her hands, and a stream of azure energy wrapped itself around the ring she inhabited.

The Taoists were all puzzled, but when they looked at Senior Chongzhen, they found his face frozen in terror, staring up at the sky in silence. Even after Song Xing left, he maintained that same stunned posture.

He was deeply curious—what kind of place could this country be, one that had defeated the Five Great Ninja Villages several times?

Zhou Ming couldn't help but roll his eyes. Hadn't he just stated the price a moment ago? Was there any need to act so shocked now? This was just too much of an act.

"The Nether Domain... There are Nether cultivators in the forest... If they come... you must avenge me!" The giant ape's voice was thick with bitter resentment. Its hatred for the Nether cultivators was deeper than the sea, higher than the mountains. It wanted nothing more than to avenge its slain parents; it could not bear to die here, yet the truth was undeniable.

If the Western Safe Zone failed to secure enough supplies, the survivors who'd escaped would quickly perish from lack of resources. This was why so many armed units belonging to the Western Safe Zone risked their lives to return to Jincheng, searching for anything that could be used.

No one believed Zhou Ming could possibly be a match for Song Cheng. Even if Zhou Ming was stronger physically, the gap in their vitality was enormous.

Surface earthfire did not simply refer to the earthfire at the surface level, but to a grade of earthfire energy.

"Ning the Wanderer, I don't care for idle talk," Fu Cailin snorted coldly, turning from Bi Xuan to question Ning Daoqi. "Did Lin Nuo really defeat you in a direct confrontation?"

Yet those bronze-class zombies, ready to join the fray, were temporarily cowed by Wang Ni's overwhelming presence.

The range of the superluminal torpedoes was enormous; even if launched from near Copper Sun Star, they could reach their target. But at such distances, the accuracy would be abysmal.

"Why does Zhou Ming feel like he's covered with something sticky?" Song Yi, who had been running alongside Zhou Ming, couldn't shake the sensation that something was wrapping around her.

Lin Mu already had some ideas for this film, and had even chosen the location: the highlands. The scenes with Shanpao and the others' adversaries would be played by highland wolves.

Realizing something was wrong, she conjured a Heaven Gate and stepped through. Ye Wushuang also seized the corpse of the Supreme Ancestor of the Dominator Hall and dove in after her.

But all Zhuge Kongzi could do was barely preserve his life; he could not dispel the ice completely. His only hope was Lin Fei.

No one paid it any mind now. The group entered an empty cavern, their faces grim. There were no treasures here—not even a single spirit stone. Only a faint spiritual energy and a lingering glimmer of light remained.

"So what's with this Master Song? Do we really need to flatter him that much?" Li Xingxuan was fuming just thinking about Song Tianji's attitude toward him.

This restaurant of Lin Tian's would probably see immortals from the Heavenly Court as regulars, so his livestreams would feature immortals as guests.

"Qi Tian Sect? You mean the one from the Mad Martial Empire? No, it's the Qi Tian Sect of the Empire Without Heaven, isn't it?" The man with the bow slung across his back asked in astonishment.

The auction was in full swing, with all manner of strange and rare items up for bid. Whenever it came to bizarre or bloodthirsty weapons, the man in the black robe would always try to claim them. Once he placed a bid, almost no one dared to compete; it seemed everyone feared him greatly.

If each person averaged two dishes, that would be four thousand in total. With numbers like that, it's no wonder his strength kept increasing.

Urgot laughed. "Another fool come to die? The hero who can snatch someone from my hands hasn't been born yet! Ha!" His massive humanoid machine emitted a piercing mechanical whine, evidence of the tremendous energy surging within.

Another glass downed, the amber liquor blazed like fire, searing her limbs, her heart, her thoughts, until it threatened to burn away her very soul.

"No! I won't go!" Xue Hai, from who knew where, found the courage to grip Xie Junhe's trembling, pain-wracked hand with fierce resolve.

The other inner students fled in panic. This guy could even block a top-tier strike from an elite student—no one wanted to risk his wrath by lingering any longer.

"If it's just a misunderstanding, then there's nothing more to say." Zhao Gan smiled faintly and let go of the middle-aged man's arm.

On the road, two black figures, ghostly as phantoms, trailed far behind Big Mountain Mama.

The blood-soaked avenue was instantly shrouded in deathly stillness, awaiting only a raging storm to wash everything clean.

He had nothing but contempt for those who needed alcohol to show their true selves. When his fingertips brushed her cherry lips, he couldn't help but remember her from the masked ball.