Volume 1, Chapter 50: I Shall Lead the Charge

After about ten days of this, late one night, a large crowd of guests suddenly arrived outside the inn. The originally quiet night was instantly thrown into chaotic noise by the newcomers talking, shouting, and eating. The inn was turned upside down, and peace was not restored until the fourth watch. Li Yihang waited until they had all settled down before finally going to bed.

Amidst a flash of white light, Luo Furong slid down the iron rod wielded by her opponent, slicing off five fingers. With a miserable scream, the man tumbled backward. The swordsman wielding the single saber was suddenly overcome with terror, spinning his blade into a flurry like snowflakes to protect his front, turning entirely defensive instead of offensive.

Upon learning of Li Ji's misfortune, Wang Tianlong did not know whether to cry or laugh. Li Ji's accident proved that he had not abandoned their past friendship after all, but rather had been caught in circumstances beyond his control. It meant he still had a true friend, but regrettably, this true friend was now unable to even protect himself.

However, having experienced the "hellish" landscapes of the illusion realm, Lu Shaoxi's mindset underwent a dramatic transformation.

"The ability to control water waves... could it be that a genius from the Leaf Village has arrived?" A trace of worry flickered across Yagura's brow. In terms of age, he was even older than Shimura Yo, but Shimura Yo's formidable reputation forced him to exercise extreme caution.

Over the next few days, flapping his wings, he and Erha bypassed the mountainous territory frequented by the crystal dragon, skirted halfway around the mother dragon Angedalamo's domain, and migrated toward a vaguely sensed warmer region. He believed it to be the south, though no map existed to confirm if he was correct.

Old Madam Sun rattled off a string of words like rapid-fire cannonballs. Yingchun nestled into Old Madam Sun's embrace, biting her lip hard to suppress a giggle, and kept winking playfully at Sun Shaozu.

Yingchun sat upright in the seat of honor, remaining completely silent as if there was no one else in the room. The room instantly fell with an eerie stillness.

Under the constraints of these rules, the predicament Zariel faced was self-evident. As the frontline battleground of the Blood War, the first layer of the Abyss was quite simply the most unstable region among the Nine Hells.

The impact would undoubtedly be drastically reduced. Although it was still not entirely foolproof, it was currently the best possible method.

Gazing at this sudden turn of events, Chu Shaoyang was deeply shocked. Yet before he could even react, the black long sword had already flown straight into the center of his brow.

"May your kind words bring good fortune!" A broad smile filled Ye Chong's face as he stroked his beard and nodded at Han Li.

In an instant, a cacophony of noises erupted from outside, faintly drifting into everyone's ears. Yang Hao was startled once more. Damn it, could it be that someone really had followed them here without his knowledge?

Wu Di could no longer find a way to decline. Besides, having walked for quite a while, observing the sights along the way, he actually did feel a bit thirsty. So he agreed, deciding to accompany the young woman to her home; after all, constantly turning down someone's hospitality felt rather embarrassing.

Mu Zi happily agreed to the arrangement, and immediately sent a message to Xiaoyan detailing the time and place for their meeting the next morning.

Zhu Goudan lay sprawled across the table like a dead dog. His eyes were swollen so badly that he could barely open them, and he murmured weakly.

"What are you yelling for? This is my father's house, you'd better get lost as soon as possible!" Yang Yuntian was already in a foul mood.

Staring intently, they saw countless fish-lizard beasts suddenly appear all around them, tearing off their limbs with their bites.

The old Daoist priest watched as Zhao Ning swallowed the pill, then pressed his palm against Zhao Ning's chest. Channeling his spiritual energy straight through his palm, he began to regulate Zhao Ning's breath and heal his injuries.

Fortunately, just as her energy was about to completely exhaust itself, that trace of energy imbued with the laws of life finally reached Zhang Ruozhi's brain.

"I do, I do." A mesmerizing flame flickered in everyone's eyes. Listening to that voice as soothing as a gentle breeze, they all answered foolishly to the question Qinghong had posed.

Bai Zhuozi smiled without changing his expression. This girl's chess skills were truly exquisite, giving him a completely new appreciation of her.

"Tianqing, you mustn't!" With a sharp shout, Wang Hongshuang instantly materialized in front of Luo Tianqing, grabbing the hand he was about to bring down and halting his movement.

"Heh, it really has been a long time since we last saw each other." Wang Xing also looked at Yang Tianchen, though his expression appeared far from friendly.

The space of the three floors formed an organic whole, with the ceiling and walls blending seamlessly. Aside from the two conspicuous elevator doors, everyone felt as though they were floating adrift in the cosmos.

Qinghong's lips curved slightly upward as she languidly leaned against the hollow-carved pearwood chair back. Her regal and luxurious posture made it difficult for anyone to meet her gaze in the eye. At that moment, she leisurely sipped fine wine, completely ignoring everyone's expectant stares.

Without utilizing any external enhancements, you are already at the peak of the eighth level. Is that bottleneck really any obstacle to you at all?

Inhaling her faint fragrance, Bai Shaozi felt a peace he had never experienced before. All the fear and worry of the past few days were completely swept away.

Even so, after receiving that pass and steadying his body, Ren Kui found himself temporarily unable to find a suitable opening to shoot.

In the eyes of those Asuras, the Master of Demon Scribes was a leader second only to the Holy Monarch himself—holding immense power and wielding terrifying strength. Yet now, they heard that three of them had been blown to pieces?

Watching Chu Zihan not far away, Chen Feifan had no idea what to do. If the two of them kept fighting like this, someone would inevitably get hurt sooner or later. No matter who got injured, it was not the outcome he desired; he merely wanted a spar that stopped at the point of contact.

"Alright, you may all leave." Yang Wang waved his hand, signaling his three capable subordinates to release the bedding and let them go.

Because of their existence, the order of the entire world had been thrown into utter chaos. The grievances of various innocent cannon fodder who died unjustifiably soared to the heavens, and naturally, the world began to grow unstable.

Within the canyon, alongside mountains and streams, peach blossoms bloomed everywhere amidst a vibrant world of flowers, birds, insects, and fish with fluttering petals—truly a paradise cut off from the mortal world.

Tang You bowed with palms pressed together toward Mi Jing, then hoisted her medicine basket and strode into the inner room. Luran, meanwhile, picked up another empty teapot, filling it alongside his own cup.

This was not out of pity for the weak, for Liu Yang was no weakling. Who could dare call someone who divided the realm equally with Cao Cao weak?

In a mere three months, Dugu Cheng mastered every single sword technique that the collateral descendants of the Dugu clan were permitted to practice—a feat that genuinely shocked all the collateral members.

"The Forest of the Dead? You aren't playing tricks on me, are you?" Nine Tails' gaze was sharp enough to pierce straight through Nolan's chest.