Chapter 47

Possession, according to my common sense, typically involves a ghost taking over a living person's body, much like my current situation. However, I had never heard of a living person possessing a ghost's body.

Anyone with discerning eyes could see that something was wrong, let alone Li Siming. He hesitated, wishing to refuse. Yet Zhang Da gave him no chance to speak, for the blade in his hand was already pressed against Li Siming's chest.

The rhythmic, monotonous clanging of metal against metal echoed endlessly from Wujin Workshop, far away from the bustling streets, carrying with it a strange sense of steadfast tranquility.

In the end, Qiu Yuebai raised her gaze after leisurely scenting all the silver needles, her intention unmistakably clear.

Judging by the current situation, the right wing of the casual players was completely outmatched, and the one solely suppressing their right wing using soul-slaying techniques was none other than the player who had previously only used soul-slaying skills on bosses—Soul-slash-wood.

After muttering a few words of complaint about the old man, I returned to the house. The moment I stepped through the threshold, I heard the sound of wind rustling through the leaves. Subconsciously glancing over, I saw that the flowers of the dragon cherry tree had bloomed once again.

The walkway led straight to a fissure in the giant egg; with a single step, one could enter the crack. Arriving at the massive fissure, Sawyin did not rush inside. There were matters he needed to figure out first. As for what exactly lay within this giant egg, that was no longer the most important thing at the moment.

Once Sawyin finished speaking, both fell silent, each reflecting on the experiences of the past few years as a myriad of emotions surged into their hearts.

By this time, I was already unable to utter another word. I had never expected that I had misunderstood the existence of the journey all along, but what did that have to do with me anyway?

Therefore, after some thought, I said to Chen Le that perhaps I should go back and rest first, and the two of us could discuss it tomorrow at dawn.

The thorough corruption and depravation caused Lian'er's power to skyrocket almost linearly, sending a faint chill of crisis through Lin Yan.

The scroll laid out before them contained precisely the roster of the participating martial artists, accompanied by detailed descriptions of each person's cultivation level, techniques, and even a projected ranking.

Yet he remained utterly motionless until Zhao Rendon completely breathed his last and his face mask was replaced. Only then did he stand up, turning to walk aside. Zhao Rendon was left sitting on the ground, propped up against the hilt of the sword in his back, a truly gruesome sight in death.

Perhaps it was Asa's formidable strength, combined with his sharp and cautious demeanor, that had captured this man's attention.

Hearing Yue Bubushuang's inquiry, Ouyang Tian and the others felt somewhat nervous, fearing that Zhang Ma might not be able to handle it and wanting to step forward to join the fight. Yet Zhang Ma remained completely composed, answering questions as fluently as flowing water.

Li Qing, sitting to the side, found it rather peculiar. This was the first time she had ever encountered such a situation between Xiao Mo and He Chuan.

When they collapsed to the ground, their muscle memory still lingered, their hands gripping their long swords tightly as they twitched unconsciously. Zhou Bingran walked over with a pale face, brought his foot down heavily upon the right wrist of one of the assassins, shattering the bones entirely, before retrieving the long sword from his grasp.

Ayumi provided a thoroughly detailed explanation regarding the communications with the upper echelons of the military. Although the military was not yet aware that Bu Tingni had left his post without authorization, they were clearly beginning to pay attention to the border city. As the saying goes, you cannot wrap fire in paper; a way had to be found to deal with this matter.

Extrapolating from this momentum, by the time the surge reached the coastal cities of Longhua, the wave height would likely exceed two hundred meters. Coupled with the overly flat terrain of the coastal regions, a super tsunami could very well sweep inland, affecting even the inland cities adjacent to the coast.

After hanging up the phone, He Chuan began making preparations, purchasing a suit. After all, tomorrow was someone else's grand opening ceremony; he certainly could not dress too casually.

Let the winds blow and the waves crash, I sit securely in the fishing boat—this best described the current state of the match. Hengda's attacks came wave after wave, each higher than the last, yet not a single shot posed any genuine threat.

"A guest?" Romanov asked with a puzzled expression, sweeping his gaze across Shen Zhui and the other two, before momentarily freezing in surprise.

Jiang Yixuan scooped Han Mo'yan up horizontally in his arms and walked toward Mu Ziqing. From a distance, Mu Ziqing could already feel the bone-chilling cold radiating from him.

Once someone took the lead, the rest naturally stirred into motion, leaving only a few martial artists lingering in place.

Drawing upon his exceptional architectural talent and on-site command skills, just as the demonic beasts were about to breach the city, the originator of the plan directed all the earth-attribute awakened ones present to alter a portion of the architectural layout, forcing the city wall he had designed to serve its purpose.

Knowing full well that he was no match, the only thing the Purple Virtue Vajra could do now was to meet Sun Wukong head-on with all his might. If he could withstand this single blow from his opponent, he might just salvage his life—yet would Sun Wukong show any mercy?

"We only have three days. Speak up, what are your thoughts?" Ye Mei naturally assumed the role of the leader.

Just as Chen Mu was about to speak, footsteps sounded from behind him. Ah Gui was covered head-to-toe in blood, looking as though he had just crawled straight out of a vat of cinnabar.

Though they had long known that both the Bone Crusher and the Vikings had been defeated by Chen Mu, they had not witnessed the events unfold inside the room with their own eyes and thus lacked a concrete concept of it.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Qian immediately fell silent. They had only managed to kill three great demons, and even then, they had suffered casualties due to a sneak attack by evil cultivators.

Seeing the man staring fixedly at the food beside him, Shi Jun frowned, gave a sharp cough, and blocked the other's line of sight as a warning.

When Senior Brother Yicheng finished explaining his comprehension of the Dao, Zhen Yuanzi nodded, gently waved the horsetail whisk in his hand, and instructed the gathered disciples.

Whether they were disciples still lingering in the Bronze Skin Realm or the few pioneers present who had already attained the Iron Bone Realm, all felt an irrepressible itch in their tendons and bones, yearning to plunge into the embrace of that auspicious cloud and receive its favor.

Yun Qianying sensed the immense sorrow weighing upon her. Countless onlookers retreated far into the distance; no one cheered, and no one mocked. Under Yun Qianying's cold, backward glance, they turned and departed one by one.

Let alone Shangguan Hongyun, even if the primordial ancestor of the Shangguan family were to come, he still could not resist the temptation here.

At the press conference, following a series of introductions, the moment to unveil the exhibits finally arrived. All cameras focused on the box in Wang Kexhan's hands, and as the latter personally opened it little by little, a bundle of iron wire as thin as a strand of hair appeared in the lens.