Chapter 107: Don't Tempt Fate

In the distance, the stone snake’s eyes had fully opened, yet what those eyes perceived were not the two fox carcasses, but two burning flames. The snake’s previously tightly shut mouth was now agape, resembling a gateway framed by two fangs from afar.

The Fang household was a prestigious family, and the role of the steward was of vital importance; only one who was incredibly tactful and shrewd could hold such a position. As a seasoned and smooth-talking steward, it was truly baffling to Qingbao that Uncle Hong would blurt out, "I have long heard that your esteemed household’s cuisine is exquisite."

"You seek death!" Wu Dingtong roared. Raising his Myriad Poison Hammer, he unleashed a thick, sickly green light that shot toward Chu Yuan.

He finally understood that trying to emerge victorious in an argument with Li Qianpeng was nothing but a delusional fantasy.

Wan Qingchun was tending to the brother and sister on the side. Seeing Chu Yuan enter, all three hurriedly rose to offer their respects.

Naturally, she did not have a deep understanding of the game's mechanics or other intricacies; the only thing she had heard frequently was the sentiment that one fears not a god-like opponent, but a pig-like teammate.

"You all should go. In these final moments, I wish to be alone with Qilonghai," Fangting said, having long since found peace.

After refining the Quenching War Pill, Chu Yuan returned to his room, feeling his entire body drained and lethargic.

He had planned for this from the start of his standoff with Jian’s International: the worst-case scenario would be mutual destruction.

However, just as he reached the back of the great hall, before he could even enter, he was forcibly knocked unconscious by the overwhelming pressure suddenly erupting from Zheng Zhiyang.

Artifact refining, talisman crafting, and alchemy were industries known and coveted by all in the Demon Continent. They were also the most demanding fields; precisely because they were so rigorous, those who claimed these professions were numerous but lacked true mastery, leading to a flood of mediocrity.

Ultimately, he and the unconscious officer were cornered in a dead end. The mechanical monster sensed the survivors and flew toward them, casting a terrifying shadow.

The blood-red light collided with the thunderbolt, creating a blinding flash, yet it did not even graze the fur of the three rat demons.

"Teleportation magic cannot harm an Apostle in their full state. Held must be playing some kind of scheme!" Mateka stated with certainty.

Only then did Han Dong understand, looking at the Prince of the Southern Saint Ancient Kingdom, Nan Xiangcun, with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

Whether through compensation or apology, the goal was to satisfy him. It was an efficient way to save time, effort, and trouble, far better than handling every detail personally.

"When the arrest warrant is issued, I shall reveal my true form and capture you myself." With a sneer, the entity withdrew its head. Its true physical shell remained hidden in the darkness, utterly indiscernible.

"Are you disappointed? All those broadcasts were pushed by me," Ishtar said, suddenly sitting up.

As she spoke, she vented her frustration by spewing flames, turning the entire screen into a sea of fire.

Such Grand Generals concerned themselves only with the benefits of their rank; matters of garrison defense and warfare never fell upon their shoulders.

However, one enters the acquired realm without a sound, and only in the innate realm do the slightest anomalies appear, granting one the qualifications to display the power of heaven and earth to the world. But look at you! This is supposed to be healing, right? Your aura is so chaotic, you must be healing, yet you make it look like you’re ascending to immortality. Who exactly are you trying to scare?

Gan Lu Xuesong’s face was dark with regret. It was all because he had listened to Gan Lu Miao that the six sages of the Gan Lu Virtue Villa had come out in force to step into this muddy water.

"It has been several years since that battle; Brother Chen need not dwell on it so much." Ming Xuan offered a helpless, wry smile. Although he had not participated in the tournament, he had engaged in many duels. He had fought Zhong Wushi at the Xiaoyao Sect, and now, having arrived at Ice City, he had encountered a challenge from Chen Fanghu—each opponent stronger than the last.