Volume 1, Chapter 55: Send me to the Slaughter City? Are you for real?

After the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, Fang Yuan finally bid farewell to Bibi Dong. He held this remarkable heroine in very high regard. Not only did she treat the virtuous with courtesy, but she also eagerly listened to Fang Yuan's proposals. After hearing just a few words from him that evening, she decided to abandon the plan to establish the Spirit Empire and instead join forces with Fang Yuan to form the Douluo Federation. Possessing such courage and decisiveness, it was no wonder Bibi Dong was able to sit on the Pope's throne; Fang Yuan found this completely unsurprising.

Right at that moment, the system's mission panel updated once more.

[Ding! Stage Seven: Braving the City of Slaughter]
[Mission: Obtain the God of Death Domain]
[Reward: Prestige +3000]

"3000..."
Still far too weak. Yi Feng closed the door, sat cross-legged on the bed, formed an arcane hand seal, and slowly entered a state of cultivation.

The soldiers carried sandbags on their backs, brandishing brand-new Arisaka rifles, and charged toward the summit with roaring battle cries.

"Who says Yi Feng is bound to lose? Let's keep watching, don't rush to conclusions," Elder Jiang said slowly.

"The shop has been decorated, and the business license has been secured. Now everything depends on whether our grand opening makes a splash!" Li Zhi said with a smile.

After a year and a half of global warfare, the entire world was essentially unified. Except for that barren northern stellar region relying on a barrier created by extraterrestrial meteorites for its final resistance, all other territories had achieved unity.

Furthermore, his strength far exceeded that of ordinary Eight-Diagram Mirror masters. Previously, he could already contend evenly with Nine-Palaces Mirror masters; once he broke through to the Eight-Diagram Mirror, even if he couldn't defeat Ten-Directions Mirror masters, he wouldn't be far off.

Mo Xiaosheng fell silent. He knew Ouyang Bao's temperament fairly well, and that was precisely what worried him. Ouyang Bao had a fiery temper, loved and hated with intense passion, and recognized no right or wrong in his heart—only likes and dislikes.

Immediately afterward, President Wang walked to the door of Room 1108 with the room card, attempting to unlock the door. After failing a few times, he glanced down at the card, seemingly realizing he had the wrong one, looked up at the door number, and then walked over to the neighboring Room 1109.

But things were different now. Someone had shattered these rules, directly resorting to murder without following convention. The terrifying corpses of his two subordinates lay right before his eyes, instilling a deep sense of fear within him.

Han Shaoxun acted as though he hadn't heard Ye Yaotiao's words at all. With a gloomy expression, he scooped her up and strode forward until he reached a Land Rover. Freeing up one hand, he pulled open the passenger door and tossed Ye Yaotiao inside.

She let the phone ring, having no intention of answering, simply allowing the ringtone to echo over and over. The screen lit up, faded to black, and lit up again... repeating this cycle several times.

Once they finished expressing their astonishment, they crowded around to see what characters I had typed out on the screen. First, I told them not to be too surprised, and then I went straight into telling them about my trip to the breeding farm today.

Charlotte wanted to dodge, but the Yellow Banner's attack was far too fierce, landing squarely on his fist. Bang! Charlotte staggered back several steps, nearly falling to the ground.

Xiao Ziting couldn't help laughing softly. Calling Mu Yingchen a plague was completely accurate, but as Mu Yingchen's friend, how much better could he be?

Still unable to find any focus for work, her mind drifted to Singularity every now and then, and she left early long before quitting time.

At the very least, she still understood what it meant to pursue and fight for something, even though she knew she had virtually no chance.

Tie Xingfeng was about to set off for the imperial examinations in the capital. He could bear to leave his father and his younger sister, but he could not bear to leave his beloved Wan'er.

In truth, when reading the earlier chapters, one might not have been very fond of Fan Shengmei—disliking her calculating nature—yet still felt a deep sympathy for her devotion and responsibility toward her family.

However, the attendants surrounding Sikong Yanfang were all girded with long swords, and one glance at their stance revealed they were martial arts practitioners, so none of Zhou Yigong's men dared to push forward recklessly again.

Fearing that he wouldn't believe him, his father finished speaking and immediately took my mother and me back home. Upon arrival, my parents began rummaging through boxes and cabinets everywhere.

"Bah! That scoundrel Bayan is a weasel paying respects to a chicken; what good intentions could he possibly have? He's definitely plotting something vile inside!" Zhao Bing spat and said.

"Charles, have we arrived at a pet shelter?" Magneto's words carried a hint of sarcasm. It was as if he was implying they had come to the wrong place—a spot overflowing with love that seemed entirely unqualified for recruitment.

The mouthparts of this mosquito were astonishingly formidable, actually capable of piercing straight through the defense of the Primordial Chaotic Chaos Bead. It was truly terrifying.

Everyone felt their blood boiling upon hearing this, wishing they could instantly rush out of the cave, rise in revolt, crush the Spaniards to pieces, and establish a grand Philippine nation.

To be honest, most Jonin in every village generally disliked taking on new genin team members. Beyond the various troubles, it wasted time, and during the leadership period, one could hardly expect any economic returns. Only those Jonin who genuinely wanted a break would take on such a job.

Li Guohuo's brain spun at breakneck speed, operating like a computer. If he misjudged the analysis at this moment, he would likely fall into a state of complete passivity.

Within the wide hospital trousers, an enormous tent-like bulge stood defiantly right in front of Su Xiangjun.

Was this guy out of his mind? Discussing such a topic in the deepest-level cell of Impel Down—was he certain he wasn't crazy and was completely sober at this moment?

A sigh echoed from the pile of hay, and a figure dressed in night-toc and dragging a lame leg crawled out.

Hearing this, Xiangcui anxiously looked toward the end of the palace corridor. Seeing that no one was paying attention to this side, she wiped away her tears, clenched her teeth, and continued carrying the charcoal with Ruyi.

Baisha actually only wanted to give the two of them peace of mind. As for when his master would arrive in Luzon or when he would reach Tuguegarao, that was uncertain—perhaps Baisha himself would actively go out to find his master. For now, this choice seemed quite favorable.

Seeing that Haohao liked his little sister very much and even shared his most treasured items with her, Du Yanwan couldn't help smiling.

"Bring some hot tea," Nanny Zhao instructed Xiangcui, steadied her mind, and closely followed forward to attend.

The existence of the branches defied all reason. They traversed the mountains, yet left not a single trace on the ground over which they passed.

He was even punished with a three-day fast. Although fasting was one of Eagle One's signature skills, what depressed him was why all those brothers of his—who usually shared every meal and every dish—had to walk past him one by one, some holding fried chicken in their hands while others gnawed on pig trotters right in front of him?

What made Jun Chouxin even more uneasy was that the other person's expression was dead serious, their brows furrowed so tightly it could crush a fly.