Chapter 134: Nightmare

While hurling insults, they kicked them again and again.

Seeing this, the little tabby cat’s eyes turned red. Dropping the food, it rushed forward instantly.

"You bastards, why are you bullying my younger brother and sister?"

The little tabby cat’s frail body stood firm like a pillar, desperately shielding its siblings. In truth, they were only...

At this moment, their arms were no longer arms, but had transformed into long, malleable strips of flesh that could shift shape at will.

Their response confirmed the buzz-cut soldier’s intuition; the chill rising from his spine intensified, instantly spreading throughout his entire body.

Seeing so many familiar magical treasures, all originating from his Meng family and now held by Ouyang Yan, made Meng Chengdao, already driven to madness, look even more ferocious.

If swords were truly drawn within the city, it was hard to say what Xie Xuanming would do. I know well that my eldest and second brothers prioritize my safety above all else; they would never do anything that might possibly harm me.

Having said this, he flashed away, darting toward the Guiyuan River. The others followed closely behind, each wondering what price they would have to pay to secure protection for their ascension.

"My husband, I intend to look around the courtyard; perhaps I will not see it again," Pang Yingxiu said.

It no longer mattered! Nothing in this village mattered anymore! For Ai, the person in the black robe and mask before her was the only one worthy of her attention.

Upon hearing this, Lu Kun looked at the golden blood in his palm and discovered that the energy within was extremely stable, lacking the overbearing nature of demonic energy. A thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

"So, shall we return to the Treant World now, or wait until after the Seventh Princess's wedding to leave?" Princess Jiuyao asked. She was torn between wanting to return and wanting to attend the wedding, knowing that once she left, she would never come back to the Merman World.

Just like that, every few minutes, an idler would come to report news to Lan Ziyi. Each time, Lan Ziyi would reward them with wine and meat before ordering fresh dishes for himself. Another hour passed this way, and although over a dozen people had come and gone, the dishes on Lan Ziyi’s table remained untouched.

The Hecarim’s E skill, Devastating Charge, increases its movement speed and causes the next basic attack to deal bonus damage. Meanwhile, the Hecarim’s passive ability grants attack power based on movement speed. The result of these two skills working in tandem is self-evident.

This technique, "Riding the Wind in the Void," was something he had found by chance in the deep pools of the Kongwu Valley. Unlike ordinary movement arts, it possessed a subtle effect of traversing short distances through space, making it immensely profound. Aside from himself, it was precisely by relying on this mysterious technique that Mu Zihan in his past life had achieved such illustrious fame.

"Yes, I will certainly stand guard here. If I get the chance, I will drag Qin Ruo back to the Cherry Blossom Palace and make him serve the Palace Master," Yako said bitterly.

"Captain, I will have to use active scanning. If he is as the legends say, he will certainly discover me, as he is also a sensory-type evolver."

"Brothers, what are you standing around for? Take action immediately; we can't let him get off easy," Cui Hu shouted, being the first to lunge toward Wu Fei.

During the previous ten-thousand-year cycle, although all three of them advanced in the first round, the best record among them, held by the eldest senior brother, was only six wins. Furthermore, in the second round, one died and one was injured, and in the third round, another died, leading to their total annihilation.

"Old Wang, I’ve heard of this Iron-Blooded Army, too. Is Commander Dong really as formidable as you say? And you said he’s so young—how could he have such great ability?" Feng Jianguang asked, picking up a bite of food with a skeptical expression.

Zhao Zhu looked at the old woman, then at the pile of fat sitting on the bed, and nodded. He approached the bedside, choosing to ignore the stench; he couldn't be bothered to care about such things now. After all, the child had been eating, drinking, and relieving himself on this bed for so long—with a body that size, how could it not reek?