Volume One, Chapter 82: The Battle for the 'Vase'

“Friend Lin, just ahead lies the dwelling place of my clan. Please allow this old one to announce your arrival first!” the yellow scorpion suddenly spoke.

Chenxi’s overbearing strike left the serpent tribe utterly dumbfounded, their faces frozen in shock.

The red-haired old ghost, pleased to see his opponent subdued after just a few sharp words, turned with a cheerful grin, tossed a remark to Wu Feng, and then vanished from the Abandoned Heaven Platform.

It didn’t sound like Wen Yating, for although her speech was always haughty, it inevitably carried a hint of coquettishness.

Chenxi reached a hand toward Yuna, who, understanding perfectly, tossed aside her sword and handed back the Yanmo Blade she had been safeguarding for him.

Upon receiving this dreadful news, PLANT’s Defense Chairman Sara immediately smashed his beloved teacup—purchased with his wife when they first settled down—and then roared that the ZAFT commander responsible should be executed at once.

Meanwhile, Ezreal’s precise ultimate barrage flew in, just as he unleashed a flurry of dazzling maneuvers.

The induction feast and the New Year’s Eve dinner were held together. Since the Yu family had no other relatives in the city, and Old Mai had only his sister’s family left, the two households dined together for the holiday and took the chance to tour the Yu family’s new home.

Hearing Pei Yong’s words, Sun Shilin’s attention shifted as well; he had been enthusiastically speculating about their teacher’s identity just moments before.

If Moming’s power had been just a little greater, then even the essence of plague and rot would have found it difficult to withstand such terrifying force.

Li Zhichen, reaching out in his sleep, found nothing, and woke with a start to discover he was alone in the room. He called out, “Xia’er, Xia’er.” But after a long while, there was no answer.

The three kingdoms’ war had reached its boiling point. Linlang’s situation was especially dire; though the refugees had been sent to other cities, supplies in Gusu City remained desperately short. The recent anonymous shipment of provisions, though helpful, was still far from enough for the soldiers’ needs.

For others, there was simply no solution, but for Ye Xiu, it was a trivial matter. He simply chose to leap over the hospital’s towering wall.

Li Zhichen sprang away, retreating swiftly. Behind him, the piercing cries of the griffin stabbed at his eardrums, making his heart pound with fear.

Later, we found Brother Xiao’s remains—thankfully unburned. His face was blackened, clearly poisoned. We probed with a silver needle and confirmed the cause was poison, not wounds. His body was unmarked, as were the others burned nearby; none bore the signs of blade or sword.

“So it’s true,” Cui Haoran laughed heartily, teasing her a bit more. Lu Chenxi’s bashful, stammering demeanor was a rare sight.

Bo Kong’s massive warhammer slammed down ruthlessly. He thought this would shatter Wang Fei’s arm, but at the moment of impact, an overwhelming force surged back, reversing the hammer’s path and sending it crashing into Bo Kong’s own chest.

A metallic clang rang out—the longsword struck the serpent’s head, but not only did it fail to pierce the scales, the inner force radiating from Murong Qingran herself rebounded the blade, sending her flying backward.

He never imagined that Zhang Tian would be so formidable, and he couldn’t help but wonder just how advanced his roommate’s cultivation had become. After all, his own achievements had come from tireless, day-and-night training, yet Zhang Tian was even stronger.

“Listen, I don’t want any trouble today. Don’t force my hand,” Long Jianfei said, sincerely hoping to avoid a fight—there was no need for it.

His words carried a double meaning. Tian Ao, hearing Luo’s statement, didn’t react much, only moved closer to Luo Xi.

Luo Xi was unbothered by the pendant’s existence. Everything has its reasons, she thought—perhaps, unawares, it might prove invaluable someday.

Moreover, Lando Duo still didn’t know how thoroughly she’d been ruined by the Yu family, or that she had become the talk of the entire town.

“Patriarch Yang, shall we go check on Yunxin?” Yun Zhan said, gazing into the boundless void, his expression unreadable.

Liu Chen was instantly at a loss. There was nothing he could do if the other party didn’t believe him. Then again, after suffering such humiliation, it would be nearly impossible for them to suddenly change their view of him.

Luo Yun turned to look at Lando Duo. She was leaning back in her chair, eyes closed, her breathing deep and even as if she were asleep. The flickering light on the table cast gentle shadows across her face.

Gu Xi let out a cold laugh, shoved the dazed Zhu Qiao aside, and, brandishing his great halberd, charged at the three.

The golden dragon, unstoppable, crashed into the crimson cauldron. With a deafening roar, the fiery cauldron was hurled away, smashing into the ground and carving out a colossal pit a hundred meters wide.

Another Divine Emperor fell. Jin Yu’s expression changed completely, her eyes filled with utter disbelief. As a powerful member of the divine race, she had seen countless magical treasures, yet never anything like the Endless Path. It was beyond the realm of magical treasures—no artifact, not even an immortal weapon, possessed such might.

The Blazing Tiger burst out laughing, its body unscathed, four paws thundering as it roared toward the onlookers, radiating a murderous aura that made hearts tremble.

Yet, this was only their second meeting since graduation. They still needed time to get to know one another—rushing into things would be unwise.

“So be it. Since the boy is dead, I have nothing left to worry about,” the Azure Phoenix could only comfort herself in this way.

At first, Xu Chuan had found this martial arts world tolerable, but the fact that the wandering swordsman NPCs were beyond his control simply wouldn’t do.

From the start, Lin Yuan had planned to play the male lead himself, so the protagonist’s appearance in the storyboard was sketched according to his own image.

Zhang Lingling was mainly in charge of technology—a simple matter for her. She’d been a top student at university, unmatched in her technical expertise, not even by Xu Chuan.

In fact, there was a sense of returning to basics. In the final great battle, he even broke through on the spot, ascending to the Nascent Soul stage.

Assassins fell into two categories: those trained and equipped by the state for special missions—commonly known as special agents.