Volume 1, Chapter 125: The Behemoth

"Wait a second, are you saying this monster is at the Demon King level?"
Montage keenly seized on the point.
"How is that possible! This is just a larger-than-average savage beast; it’s nowhere near a true Demon King."
Dangkang, hearing this, seemed as if he had been insulted.
"Forget it. Even if it isn't a Demon King, I couldn't survive a single swat from a creature of this size. Better to just go around it," Montage muttered.
During this time, the conspicuous nature of the heavenly rewards attracted many geniuses, all of whom were struck down by Zhou Hongyu.
Seeing that the ancient tomb was of a significant scale and spotting a grave robber's tunnel, the two performers were struck by the desire to scavenge for leftovers.
Everything was ready for the venue, which held a full two thousand people. This was already a reduction by Yin Zixiong, who had initially planned for five thousand.
Kashyapa sighed with compassion, gazing up at the deep sky at a forty-five-degree angle: "Why struggle in life? Breath follows the east wind, and the body returns to the soil; a thousand-year-old plot of land has had eight hundred masters."
Perhaps it was truly to make amends, but after this ordeal, the resentment in the hearts of the many martial artists dissipated; after all, one is hesitant to criticize those whose food they have eaten or whose favors they have accepted.

His long sword was not just displayed for Xiao Zhengyu to see, but also for the many elders behind him.
Because of her father's protective love, Shen Yubing had always harbored doubts about what had happened to her parents years ago, but since neither her father nor her master would speak of it, she had no way of knowing, which had led to her consistently cold attitude toward her father.
In truth, there was nothing to pack; the important items were already stored within the system space.
As Haibara Ai thought about it, she suddenly let out a giggle. She felt that this state of excessive confidence—bordering on narcissism—was strangely relaxing to her.
The person looked somewhat flustered, wearing a hat and sunglasses that obscured their face, and hurried out of the dermatology clinic.
At this point, everyone except Wu Hao had touched it; many urged him to go, but Wu Hao still refused.
I believe those monsters who have mastered fire enhancement wouldn't mind heating up the "food" on this to make it more delicious, or perhaps lightning enhancement would work too, as long as they don't mind their "food" having a charred taste.
The sword light permeated the entire space, as if the whole world had transformed into a world of swords.
The Three-Eyed Demon Corpse also did her best; she originally belonged to the Heavenly Demon lineage and possessed a natural resistance to the Heavenly Demons' specialty: the art of soul control and mind capture.
Fortunately, although these skeletons had great strength and strong defense, as long as one destroyed the ground they stood upon, they would fall to the ground instantly.
"Mao, if you have things to attend to, go ahead. Comfort your mother well and take good care of your younger brothers," Zhu Yuanzhang said, offering a rare word of advice to Chang Mao, much like an elder would.

Xiang Kui and the others stared intently as a crimson streak of light fell like a meteor, descending with overwhelming momentum, heading straight toward them.
The giant crocodile was instantly jolted from its stupor by the terrifying pain and regained consciousness; one of its hind limbs was ruined, hanging by a mere ten percent of its flesh. The pain crushed the giant crocodile's final shred of reason, and it felt the threat of death.
Chu Feng unleashed three major moves in succession, acting like a harvester; countless flying centipedes died under his ultimate techniques.
A bitterness filled the hearts of the others, as they finally realized that the young man beside them had left them far behind, taking a step toward the path of the gods.
He had originally intended to send these supplies back to the Great Tang and become a true, officially titled king of the Great Tang, but while the items had been found, he himself could no longer return.
Aside from the news of kills by Wei Qing and his party, other players also achieved kills from time to time. By the time the circle was about to finish shrinking, only 14 players remained in the game.
It was a tall, cold-tempered figure with handsome features and lonely eyes; his head of blue hair moved without wind, containing infinite shimmering light, and his deep blue eyes were as profound as the sea. One look was enough to make one easily lose themselves in them for years.