Chapter 49: Beating Dragon Two to a Pulp!

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He was willing to spare no experience and fear no pain for his own sake, which deeply moved Rosen. For that alone, one piece of epic equipment was nothing.

Su Muge’s body trembled, and the fury in his eyes nearly burst forth. Since when had a barbarian native dared to act so arrogantly in front of him?

The bamboo staff in his hand no longer resembled a staff at all, but rather a bamboo sword. Every swing looked like part of a theatrical performance, yet each strike possessed the might to slay a dragon.

His name was Mo Qianxun. He was reputed to be the foremost prodigy of his generation among the Kunlun Remnant Clan. Though only three hundred years old, he had already been a mighty expert for over a century. Among the Kunlun Remnant Clan, this was an absolutely terrifying achievement.

After growing larger once again, the red fox was far bigger than the beast that had charged out. Before the beast could even reach it, the red fox sent it flying with a single lash of its tail.

After this explanation, the audience burst into laughter as well. They truly felt that Qin Xiao was far too powerful. A young man with such strength was the hope of the future, a rising new star. Those who had followed him and watched his matches also felt honored, as though they had witnessed his emergence firsthand.

As for his weapon, he could only use the beginner’s longsword gifted by the system at the very beginning. Though it was a one-handed weapon, he could still wield it with both hands to increase his attack power. He could also equip a beginner’s dagger and fight with two weapons, but unfortunately, the quests no longer awarded class equipment, and nothing in the cash shop was affordable. Thus, Rosen had no choice but to use that beginner’s longsword.

Other industries all existed to serve people of this kind. In Ye Xiaoqiu’s opinion, given Ye Xiaohui’s abilities, choosing the Film and Television Promotion major was not a wise decision.

At a moment when everyone was fighting to seize the opportunity, the others naturally did not want anyone to get ahead of them. At first, no one could clearly see the face of the person who had acted. Just as they were preparing to stop him, however, they all hesitated and retreated almost simultaneously.

Emperor Gaozong of Tang went to Luoyang seven times because of famine in the Guanzhong region. Emperor Xuanzong of Tang also went to the eastern capital five times to obtain food, earning the nickname “the Grain-Chasing Son of Heaven.”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone—including the normally cold-hearted, impassive, and stern Lu Tinghan—could not help laughing aloud.

Not long after she fell, Kong Huan took sixteen steps. When he attempted the seventeenth, he fell down the mountain.

With that, Jiang Ziya did not hesitate. He slapped the horn atop the beast’s head, and a streak of red light rose from it as the bells rang loudly. It headed straight toward the North Sea.

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As early as the Fourth Tribulation, she had begun restraining her emotions in order to withstand the endless loneliness.

There were many other wandering souls who were unwilling to become enemies of the Five Emperors and therefore did not appear in this illustrated album. More had long since been reincarnated. Otherwise, the number of souls recorded in the album would have been far greater.

By the time the Yin-Shang army realized what was happening, he would already have seized the initiative. Perhaps he could use this opportunity to force the Yin-Shang forces to surrender and easily lift the crisis facing Xiqi.

“Yes!” Yue’er replied. Guiding the vehicle, she rapidly descended through the clouds and flew between the steep cliffs.

But judging from Qiu Changping’s appearance, could it be that the Azure Profound Sect truly was not responsible? Su Jie was no great saint, but neither was he someone who would slaughter the innocent indiscriminately.

“Master, save me!” Having sensed the breath of death, the Celestial Worthy of Primordial Beginning no longer cared about dignity. He desperately cried out to Patriarch Hongjun for help.

The card Yi Han had previously asked Han Lei to make was a VIP card. He had originally intended to launch it on the day the shop opened. However, because of the purchase limits, no one met the requirements for VIP status. In Yi Han’s plan, even the lowest-level VIP card required a thousand spirit stones in spending.

It was an exceedingly strange thing to call an ordinary-looking man a fox spirit. If Lin Lin knew that there was a fox spirit in this world named Chen Feiyang, she would certainly regret what she had said.

Connally was a sensitive and highly intelligent man. He could clearly sense Capello’s current state of mind—it was beginning to collapse.

Based on her interactions with Yan Qinghuang on the Star Network, Yan Qinghuang would certainly give him something, at the very least enough that he would not have to pay for today’s meal.

The reason he was so fixated on Obito’s Mangekyo Sharingan was that he had taken a liking to Obito’s miraculous spatial ability.

It was as though he were recalling the past, as though he were mourning bygone days, and even more as though he were offering this world his final farewell.

But if he knew these were Lord Qin’s words, who had given him the courage to say such a thing? Jingru Liang?

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Yet the instant he raised his foot, the thousands of people below erupted in a tidal wave of sound that nearly tore the roof from the auditorium.

But now, his mistaken judgment had caused Qin Fan to destroy his own Prison-Suppressing Physique. As a cultivator—and a loose immortal at that—he naturally understood what it meant to release one’s Nascent Soul from the body and burn one’s true essence to fight. It meant abandoning all cultivation.

Cold sweat covered his face in layer upon layer, carrying a chill with it. Although Qin Fan’s casual flick had not inflicted any particularly serious internal injuries on He Haolin, the pampered young heir of the He family was still struck by the bone-rattling pain of feeling as though his entire body had fallen apart.

As the spiritual energy within the high-grade spirit stone slowly flowed into the bracelet, its surface grew brighter and brighter, eventually surpassing the light of a hundred-watt bulb. But when Luo Nan sensed that the spiritual energy inside the bracelet was nearing saturation, it dimmed once more, appearing completely ordinary.

A notice asking everyone not to purchase scalped tickets. If attendance did not reach the park’s maximum capacity that day, ticket sales would be reopened.

“Why do you insist on leaving today? It’s so late—wouldn’t it be easy for something to happen?” Jian Quan asked again.

Upon entering the second level of the Mage Tower, he found that the surroundings were much the same as those on the first floor. If there was anything different, it was that Chen Cheng had been transported directly into this terrifying place.

Yun Moyu gazed over languidly, a look of relief flashing through her eyes. Pang Duo came over to offer her blessings, and she exchanged a glance with Yun Moyu that only the two of them understood.

“Jian Quan! Now that we’ve said our farewells and drunk our wine, it’s time for you to learn swordsmanship from me!” Ye Zhixin set down his wine cup and made the declaration without allowing any argument.

“What does it mean to set this thing up here?” Liu Yi mused, resting a hand against his chin. After a moment, he slowly extended a finger and pointed at the pillar.

“Hmph! As long as there’s a method, I refuse to believe I can’t achieve it! Is there really anything that can stump us? I’m afraid even you don’t know the answer yourself!” Chen Cheng shouted loudly.

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