Chapter 83: Rising Straight to the Azure Skies

The latter instinctively caught the trembling longsword. Bai Xian then took off her short boots, stepping barefoot onto the forest undergrowth, her delicate feet as pristine as jade. She reached up to remove the hairpin from her head, letting her long hair cascade down like a waterfall. Next, she unfastened the four-tiered spear from her waist, along with the Soul-Locking Needle tucked into her belt. After a moment’s thought, she tore off the hem of her pure white skirt, exposing two smooth, fair legs to the open air.

At this moment, Bai Xian had already discarded everything.

“Hm, this one is indeed somewhat capable, but I wonder how he fares in actual combat,” mocked the Tri-Eyed Clan’s divine expert.

“Lin Mu, don’t be so eager for merit. Focus on how to make it back to base alive,” Wang Dong said with a curl of his lips.

Luo Fang let out a cold laugh, his voice loud enough for most of the bystanders to hear.

The tree in front of them was peculiar: its entire trunk was a yellowish brown, the bark cracked with countless marks resembling tortoise shells. Branches fanned out in all directions like an umbrella, from which hung bizarre corpses. Below stood a circle of strange figures, their presence chilling and ghostly, like phantoms in the gloom.

Upon hearing Bulma’s voice, Son Goku and Krillin greeted Zhang Ye before hastily departing.

Gunfire rang out for a full five minutes. The fine coffin was riddled with hundreds of pale holes by the time they emptied their magazines; only the clicking of empty triggers followed.

Yet, overall, things remained under control—nothing amiss had occurred. However, in the Sacred Realm, chaos had once again erupted.

“Huh? Isn’t this man from our Konoha?” Shikaku remarked as he saw a ragged man walking dejectedly through the streets of Konoha.

Not only was he immune to all poisons, his agility was also extraordinary. Now, he even possessed the True Dragon Physique.

Ye Wushuang’s consciousness returned, clarity flooding his mind. Before him, two flawless, naked bodies were revealed, skin as white as snow, smooth and lustrous, exuding an irresistible allure.

“Really?” She touched her own face, admiring herself in the mirror, lost in her own world—speaking absentmindedly, as if conversing with me, but truly only talking to herself.

At this moment, Yan Zhu was like a willful child. He indulged her, yet did not wish to truly thrust her into the storm’s eye, nor could he offer any promises. Only this way, when she fell, the pain would not be unbearable.

But just as I stepped onto the beach’s rest area and glanced toward the sea, I saw a familiar face… Bai Shenshen.

Meanwhile, Lu Yu’s figure drifted softly to Liang Qian’s side. Slowly, he reached out his palm—a faint silver arc of electricity flickered within—then gently pressed it against Liang Qian’s chest.

The comments online were vicious—some cursed her to the eighteenth level of hell, others hurled slurs at her ancestors. Everyone assumed the moral high ground to condemn her “vile” actions.

When the sound finally faded, Su Yiren took off her cloak. Michael was gone—she didn’t know when he’d left. She collected herself, taking a deep breath.

“Well, Ouyang, are you coming to S City with me too?” Mu Xia hadn’t expected Ouyang Mo Bing to have the seat right next to her.

Only now did she understand why, after Li Tang returned to her homeland, she never wished to go abroad again.

These were killers and desperados—superb swimmers, swift and ruthless. They attacked to kill. Many of Sheng Luan’s men had already fallen, and more attackers kept coming. Even someone as skilled as Zhao Zhang could barely fend for himself, much less protect the others on the boat.

The instant the “Headless Skull” had its new eye shot out, it slammed its own skull off with a single blow.

At that moment, I noticed Fatty’s expression had become noticeably stiff. Fortunately, Fatty was quite experienced when it came to tomb raiding.