The Ghost King Makes the Little Darling Cry (17)

At the very moment Hua Mi was struck and fell to the ground, Yin Hun's pupils constricted violently. A surge of black miasma, nearly solid in form, roiled around him, and the golden chains binding his body dissolved into fine powder.

"Host! Your condition is extremely critical, look at the shop quickly!" The system directly selected several life-saving props and shoved them right before her eyes.

Hua Mi lowered her head, clutching her chest as pain forced tears to stream continuously from her eyes.

She felt a growing chill spread through her body, and her vision began to blur. In truth—

As the Punisher finished speaking, a terrifying murderous intent and warlike aura instantly erupted from his body, flooding the entire realm in a split second and plunging the whole domain into a tense atmosphere.

At these words, the crowd turned pale with shock. Although such rumors had circulated previously, having them acknowledged by Xue Wuji still made their hearts leap with dread. Some, however, who had received the news long ago, felt no panic; instead, they were somewhat disgruntled. If you want to catch petty thieves, go catch them—why summon us here?

The first ray of morning light tapped gently upon the eyelids of Yanyun City. Facing the soft morning glow, Yanyun City gazed out at the boundless ocean. The sea rippled with azure waves, and seabirds occasionally soared across the sky, though they steered far away from the pitch-black giant vessel upon catching sight of it.

Although these Foundation Establishment stage cultivators were mediocre in their cultivation, they were not complete fools. After the Zhang family departed, they left behind dozens of empty tents without taking these people along with them.

Moreover, given their realm, no matter how severe their physical injuries were, it was of little consequence; their capacity for recovery far exceeded imagination. Within a mere few days, they had basically stabilized their condition. However, what truly worried them was Yeyang, who remained utterly absent-minded.

The space was utterly desolate, devoid of any scenery to speak of, save for an endless expanse of sand in shades of black, white, and gray.

"That's a relief. We already have rank-four peak firebirds here, and the environment suits these creatures perfectly. If we were to press on for another few hundred miles, it would simply be the death of us!" Yeyang breathed a sigh of relief. After resting for a little longer, the two of them resumed their journey.

Such a method already possessed a hint of creation itself. Although the two were worlds apart, it was a capability far beyond anything Jiang Han could normally conceive.

A wall suddenly erupted from the ground, its emergence perfectly intercepting Ryosei's sword strike. The watery blade was gradually absorbed by the earth of the wall.

Then—live with all your might. Dead-to-Rights ultimately died, his end as bizarre and unconventional as ever.

As for the other elder, even her father had to treat him with utmost respect, addressing him deferentially as the Fifth Elder, while even her own grandfather had to call him Fifth Brother.

Jiang Pingzhou, surely not? What is Prince Jian talking nonsense for? Even if it were true, you can't just say things like that—something terrible will happen.

Numerically, the two sides seemed evenly matched, but in terms of combat effectiveness between Persia and the Caliphate, it had always been a ratio of five thousand to twenty thousand, with a high probability of defeat.

By nightfall, the villagers gathered together to discuss the division of labor. Who would go to Chang'an, who would stay in the settlements, and which village each group would head to.

She had already awarded this prize to Wang Lang in her heart, yet Wang Lang proved ungrateful and showed her utter disrespect.

"Xue'er is now capable of executing multiple control techniques simultaneously; even I did not anticipate this," Qingyi nodded slightly.

Cheng Chuliang was unaware of the origin of the matter, as Jiang Wei had not disclosed many things to him—such as TNT, the self-built steel mill, firearms, and the covert recruitment of orphans.

Just like what happened to Niu Er, the moment he reached out to touch my neck, he received a tight slap across the face.

Even the prominent sect leaders of famous mountains seated high above, such as Wang Chongyang, could not help but twitch the corners of their mouths at this moment, feeling utterly shocked in the depths of their hearts.

"Ice Mountain Snow Lotus! Wow, Dad, where did you buy this? You didn't go robbing someone, did you?" Su Ci was greatly startled by Old Man Su's action, seemingly unable to believe that the object in his hands was genuinely an Ice Mountain Snow Lotus.