Confrontation and Interrogation

“Let’s go see what others have found,” Xie Yunyan said with a smile to Song Zhiyan as she stepped into the corridor on the second floor.

As soon as she entered, Xie Yunyan noticed several people standing in the middle of the passageway.

Close behind her, Song Zhiyan also spotted the other players who had come in with her.

The gathered players immediately recognized the approaching figures of “Kong Yushu” and Song Zhiyan.

After a long moment, he finally slumped his head in resignation. “Forget it, another setback.”

Amid the chaos on the main road, the figures of the demon tribe retreated steadily. Behind the numerous knights lay endless pools of blood and scattered limbs. Among this vanguard, besides some familiar faces to Xia Zuo, was a stranger—the martial monk introduced to Xia Zuo by the dwarves.

“Success!” Just as everyone expected, the master strategist Eagle Bald raised a talisman shimmering with silver light. His expression betrayed his joy—he had succeeded.

A powerful fist crashed into the fiery red Qilin’s face; at the moment of impact, his right thumb gouged into the creature’s eye.

Yunxi reprimanded him without mercy. She feared that Chen San, having defeated a Golden Core cultivator, might become arrogant, so she struck hard to keep him grounded.

From one perspective, they resembled a pair of foolish parents watching their child at play.

A multitude of reasons converged, and Liu Mang’s mood grew darker. Sometimes, sitting alone in a quiet room, he felt detached from this world. Though memories of his past life were blurred and fragmented, each piece unsettled his heart.

Elder Dong Cangxing clenched his fists until his lower lip bled, itching to turn and strike that Saint Buddha’s Disciple this very moment.

Chen San sat meditating beneath a great tree, his divine sense spreading outward to encompass a hundred yards. The Purple Spirit Mountain was thick with fog, blanketed by snow under the night sky. His eyes alone could not suffice; only by probing with his divine sense could he ensure safety.

But wasn’t it said that there were no Refining Steel cultivators on Canglin Mountain? So where had this fellow come from?

Long Xuan gestured for Qi Ming to sit, then took some clear water and a handkerchief from her storage ring to clean the blood from his face.

Beneath the skin of the Shadow Spirit, something writhed—from feet to waist, waist to neck, neck to crown of the head; from crown to back, back to legs, legs to feet.

Although Tao Shuizhu had not seen Zhu Bing, from Ouyang Lang’s expression, it was clear that Ouyang Lang’s wife had seen them together. She turned to Zhu Bing with a radiant smile.

When Luo Caiyu saw Li Wei rush forward, her expression remained calm. She simply drew a broad, slightly curved blade that radiated a faint aura of bloodlust.

If the dragon’s sinews were pulled out, it would harm the cultivation source itself; preserving one’s cultivation would be impossible.

Ye Shaoxuan had just arrived in Di Shi’s territory when he saw his subordinates bullying an old man.I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.