Volume 1, Chapter 51: Become the Sole King to Leave

Refusing to yield to the impossible, Tang Xi unleashed a full-power sword strike, shattering the inner wall with a deafening roar.

Unfortunately, there were no blood crystals to be found even ten-odd centimeters deep into the wall, meaning the excavation had to continue.

Mu Qingge glanced at Ye Hexuan, realizing he had let go of the previous matter, and decided to dwell on it no longer.

Whatever could be ordered through delivery apps, Jiang Li simply handled that way; for anything else, Jiang Li picked up the phone and arranged for takeout.

Zhen Xi was quite satisfied with Murong Ting's arrangements, as she truly lacked the energy to entertain any guests. Seeing him leave, she let out a long sigh of relief, thinking that it was finally over. She instructed Taozi to guard the door, then turned over and drifted into a hazy sleep.

"It's all right, it's completely understandable. I suggest you take a few deep breaths—trust me, you'll feel a bit better!" Wang Yizheng proposed.

The death of Dong Zhuo had dealt him a devastating blow. Previously, he had been sheltered by Dong Zhuo, but now he had no choice but to protect himself.

Tang San also felt a twinge of embarrassment, primarily because while they were usually quite intimate, they had not yet crossed that final boundary.

Whenever she thought about how she had originally been an illegitimate child, she felt an overwhelming sense of sorrow, knowing that an illegitimate child was deemed undesirable and unwelcome—something no one could ever truly love.

The white mist grew increasingly dense, eventually converging into a single mass. Through the faint light, I caught sight of a figure standing roughly two and a half meters tall emerging from the mist, accompanied by the metallic clashing of iron. Seeing the Yin official appear, I instantly held my breath, staring fixedly into the white mist without blinking.

The sorcerer instantly concentrated his palm force and struck. Uncle Nine guided it with both hands toward the stone incense burner in the courtyard, leaving a distinct palm print blasted onto the surface of the stone urn. Uncle Nine pinched a sword incantation, and a flash of spiritual light burst forth. The sorcerer dodged it, kicking up a wave of dirt all around him.

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In other words, provided he had sufficient energy, adequate raw materials, and detailed specifications, Fei Heng could theoretically manufacture any equipment whatsoever. This was an almost heaven-defying capability.

By now, the fighter craft had traveled a considerable distance inside the dwarf planet. Through the intelligent brain, they knew the craft was still only cruising through the shallow layers of the dwarf planet. Without the assistance of the fighter, relying solely on a robot's legs to reach the core in an entirely unfamiliar environment—heaven only knew how many days that would take.

In the center of the valley, atop that pool of thunder, a dragon egg radiating surging dragon aura floated up and down. Nourished by the life-dense thunder pool liquid, it was frantically absorbing the divine essence.

"In truth, I haven't been inside many ancestral halls. Ancestral halls are generally places where the locals worship their ancestors; how could they possibly let outsiders wander in casually?"

Having spent ten full days in constant companionship, the tacit understanding between Zhu Xian and Chitu had reached a point where words were no longer necessary, and their minds could communicate as one.

The quasi-magus realized at that moment that he might have gone a bit too far with his little stunt, and hurriedly shifted his gaze back to the pool, pretending to admire the bird across the water with a serious air.

When Kai learned that it had all been a false alarm, the heart he had been holding in his throat instantly dropped back down. He immediately assumed his responsibility as an elder brother, sternly lecturing Alstoria and warning her never to venture off on unauthorized adventures again.

Yet before he could even begin his incantation, he was stripped of all sound. Immediately afterward, he discovered with mounting terror that he had also lost his sense of smell and the ability to move. Next, even his vision blurred until, at that very moment, false鲍尔斯's heart was finally consumed by utter terror.

Suddenly, the soldier's expression turned somewhat pale. He frowned slightly, covered his mouth with his hand, and looked as though he felt nauseous.