Volume One, Chapter 22: The One-Eyed Monster

“Don't let her go. This serpent demon is cunning and sly—if we let her leave today, she'll surely return for vengeance.”
Meng Tiantian hurried to remind him.
“Yes, that's right! Today we ruined her plans and wounded her badly. Once she's recovered, she'll surely devour us,” the ginseng spirit urged as well.
“Little Meng, I swear, if you let me go, I'll leave Sea City at once and never return,” the snake demon pleaded, sensing Mong Taichi's hesitation.

Mong Taichi found himself wavering. When he emerged from the alchemy furnace, he had resolved to kill his foe. If she died...

Jade Sound saw the crisis escalating. She quickly transformed her Sickness Sword outside her form. A white rainbow swept across the heavens and slashed at the Green Ghost's palm. Yet the evil spirit, tempered by millennia of subterranean miasma, possessed extraordinary resilience, and Jade Sound's sword-light could not sever him. Without resistance, the enormous palm pressed downward.

For this unknown place, Wu Feng could not help but be wary. He focused on regaining his strength, attempting to channel his energy to heal his internal wounds.

“Team leader, sergeant rank; as for salary, each legion is different. For example, the Mage Legion, Eagle Eye Legion, and Cavalry Legion all pay much more than the Infantry Legion. A typical legion team leader earns five gold coins a year.”

Tian Qi never expected Qin Yibai to be so agreeable. Hearing his consent, Tian Qi hurried ahead to guide the way, soon arriving at a lavishly decorated, spacious shop.

But something unbelievable happened. Liu Gui barely managed to draw his broadsword halfway before the hand, as if imbued with mysterious magic, easily evaded Liu Gui's left-hand block, penetrated his thick protective fighting aura, and slapped him squarely across the face, spinning him in place.

Thus, the pride of heaven—Bai Chi—made a dazzling entrance, attracting all eyes and fulfilling every expectation. Well, this was not a one-move victory; Zong Zhifa had just relaxed, thinking those useless disciples couldn't compare to Bai Chi. Except for the unfortunate choice of name, Bai Chi's strength was undeniably formidable.

To present the perfect bride at her wedding, she had already skipped breakfast, but now she couldn't even put on the wedding dress—how could this be allowed?

Evil Moon had expected Zhang Ruyun to be easily eliminated, yet Zhang still possessed such reserves. Seeing the boy’s hand manifesting the beast god’s claw, Evil Moon recalled how Doumu Yue Kui had secretly taught Zhang Ruyun the Grim Armor. Fearing the youth would become a future threat, Evil Moon snapped his fingers, ringing like jade, and ordered his followers to surround Zhang Ruyun.

Hearing Xiao Yifei's words, everyone was skeptical. The battlefield situation was clear: Li Cuo faced tens of thousands with only a handful of men. Surviving would be a miracle, let alone victory—maybe in the next life.

After speaking, he lay on the bed, and in the blur before his eyes, a figure appeared, slowly sharpening into Wu Feng, who had become a cripple.

Most were ordinary people. Seeing others leave, they wondered if they'd ever get the chance to escape themselves.

Now, once again, Ge Erdan, who loved attention and playing the big brother, stepped forth as the target.

Yet such an attack was akin to suicide. The high-temperature airflow from the missile explosion might block the beast, but if it charged into the camp, the entire regiment would be doomed.

Old He might be retired, but his son still worked at the food factory, and the He family's connections remained strong; blocking a promotion was no problem.

From time to time, Jin Meijing’s gaze fell on Li Qingluan, who walked at the front, graceful and elegant.

Li Xiang called out the default tactic, secured map control, then, using items and firearms, launched a mid-lane pincer attack.

The match commentator watched as the streaming audience surpassed ten thousand, suppressing his excitement, he spoke clearly.

Gao Minna could hardly imagine what expression her noble elder sister had when making such a sound.

Even Shindai Baifeng was briefly stunned. Seeing her wave, he politely waved back.

He was enveloped in a mysterious radiance, his figure tall and imposing, dignified and majestic, exuding a powerful aura. Thunder circled him like the descent of the thunder god, compelling one to kneel.

Sparse applause sounded from below, a cold reception. Ye Yaotiao knew she was a newcomer; it was only natural she wasn't welcomed and took no offense.

She... Wasn't it to detoxify herself that she wanted to offer her body? Mo Siyou stared at Ziyuan, at the tears sliding from her eyes, and at the faint smile at her lips, perhaps a taste of happiness stirred by memories.

Wide-angle lens, as the name implies—mostly distant shots, with occasional seconds-long close-ups, which were largely staged.

Lin Mu breathed a slight sigh of relief. At least the scene was filmed.

“Bastards! What did you do to her?” Feihu roared, helpless as a gun was pressed to him, unable to move at all.

“It seems I’m rather gifted at construction,” Ma Qingfeng mused, giving himself a compliment.

Lin Mu shrugged, went to retrieve his writings, handed them to her, then sat by the bed, helping her fold clothes and pack her luggage piece by piece.

Suddenly, her stomach churned. Su Ying'er covered her mouth and ran to the bathroom, vomiting profusely.

The calluses in his palm rubbed against her smooth skin, making her flush with heat. Ziyuan gradually lost herself in his caresses,