Chapter 26

Watching Tai Youqian’s righteous expression, Wang Kun smiled bitterly. The prize pool seemed to have doubled, but the sales of the treasure-seizing tickets this time had increased far more than just double compared to before. However, with the current resources of the Academy of Expansion, it was simply impossible to support the expenses of disciples like the Heavenly Hunt Sect did. Although the distance muffled the voices, Yang Ke could still roughly guess the content of their conversation, having once frequented the crew of Infinite Challenge.

Earlier, he and Wang Lingyun agreed to search together for a way to escape this dream. Fanghua Street was the most chaotic part of Rongshu City, filled with all kinds of people. Since Gong Ming was very familiar with the area, the task of seeking new information fell to him.

From the moment they saw the people, Xing Zeyuan and Tiff naturally eased their heightened tension. The two who hadn’t fainted were taken to a room by others. She knew she probably wouldn’t leave here alive today. She wasn’t afraid of death, only worried about Yue’er.

As Jin Shisan finished speaking, a dull thunder rumbled faintly across the void, seeming to explode within everyone’s hearts. The oppressive aura of heaven and earth they had felt earlier grew even more terrifying.

“Speak. What is your purpose?” Qing Yue sighed inwardly; the gap in strength was just like this. As long as she remained so useless, she would never escape a fate controlled by others.

In broad daylight, under a clear sky, everyone watched as the pampered young master of Jinling was scared unconscious by the commander’s presence.

Wang Desheng wanted to say he had other matters but found his body uncooperative. After moving his arm slightly, he obediently turned around and sat down on the chair.

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng hovering midair was also surprised. Youfang’s strength was not weak, but facing such a soul beast, he was utterly powerless.

“Looks like you have no intention of negotiating properly.” Arthur stepped forward coldly and, without hesitation, pulled a pistol from his waist and fired at a hostage.

At the same time, he sensed no malice from Xiao Xuan, obviously not here for him. He must have already perceived Xiao Yan’s bloodline aura, which explained his calmness as he sat cross-legged, directly refining the energy crystal.

Chantlin tossed two severed heads into the sky, wiped the crystal tears from his cheeks, and snapped his fingers.

“If you take my words as nonsense or threats, I don’t mind either way,” Wang Nanbei said with a nonchalant expression.

“Old Mo, you better tell me the location quickly, or I’ll take them out one by one with a single shot,” Asgen said coldly, glaring at Ziyang.

They were so angry they wanted to teach Zhu Xian a lesson, forgetting that even the three of them together were no match for him. The shield of light they had just poured their strength into was still pierced by Zhu Xian.

Birus’s anger surged, imposing a powerful pressure so intense that even Lin Yanyu had to retreat several steps before steadying himself.

Hearing the startled exclamations of Hun Diao and the others, Xiao Yan’s body trembled violently. The bloodline flowing within suddenly stirred with a strange fluctuation, carrying an extremely familiar sensation.

Upon hearing the words behind him, Mud Buddha’s footsteps did not pause at all. Calm and unhurried, he descended the stairs serenely.

The food was plentiful. The physical exertion of inserting the plug itself consumed great energy; the body’s depletion from magical infiltration, along with the heavy mental strain, only intensified this bodily wear.

“You actually broke my barrier? But you’re too weak now, not my match at all. You’d better leave!” The impostor glanced disdainfully at Song Zheng, then continued speaking in a particularly cold tone.

Yang Fan grabbed the drawer handle and pulled. With a “swoosh,” a 30-centimeter-long black snake sprang from the drawer, baring its fangs as it lunged at Yang Fan’s throat.

In terms of singing ability, he was actually quite good. Although imperfect, compared to other singers in the music world, his technique was passable.

Given Ye Lin’s current physical condition, taking a spirit pill would likely overwhelm his body. Though this pill’s true essence was gentler than ordinary medicines, even this mild essence would probably cause his body to collapse.

If someone disliked a celebrity, they could simply “snap” away a certain talent, paying him one hundred thousand yuan at most, but the celebrity’s career would be ruined.

After Jiang He questioned several villagers, they could all testify for Li Sanhan. The villagers believed the curse originated from He Caiwei, so many remembered the events of that day vividly. Li Sanhan had indeed slept soundly at home all night without leaving.

Han Ge stared blankly at her alluring figure, then Zhao Qingcheng snorted lightly and fastened her belt.

Hearing this prompt, Han Ge paused momentarily before suddenly realizing that the software had found the target matching his preset conditions.

Bai Linglong looked at Chen Bei with slight embarrassment, but Chen Bei’s earlier proposal had indeed put her in a difficult position.

Chen Bei glanced at their third senior sister, Ye Lan, sitting on the sofa with her back to them, then looked at Bai Linglong behind her.

However, to better hunt and capture the hereditary enemy beastmen, he resolutely passed the lordship to the legendary treant Dulsu. He then led a large group of like-minded wood elves on an expedition, their footsteps covering many places, now even reaching the overseas colonies of the high elves.

This move caused Bai Linglong’s rosy cheeks to flush slightly. She hurriedly pulled Chen Bei upstairs.

Because her ten spells were all related to mist, they could not be said to be completely lacking in offense, but were indeed not strong.

Those who had looked down on Chen Bei were all shocked as they glanced at the rustic person these women had underestimated.

Qin Zheng remained calm, and the soldiers rejoiced inwardly, but only the god of music, Gao Jianli, was still in great agony.