Volume One, Chapter 47: Meeting Song Qingyue

The coordination among the trio of the Red-Green-Light was exceptionally seamless. Working together in this manner, the power of their attacks instantly multiplied. Relying on this very tactic, they had previously eliminated quite a few juicy targets.

God knows where he managed to unearth the long-lost avatar of Venerable Miaoli, which had been missing for over a thousand years, dragging it out from the depths of the Western Wasteland.

His original intention was to sow discord within Dong Lanjiang's group, continually display an overbearing and arrogant facade, and eventually part ways with them to seek his own fortuitous encounters alone.

Zhan Bu covered his forehead. He never could have imagined that someone like Ruan Susu would be such a chatterbox. Perhaps because whenever they met in the past, Zhan Bu always had an irresistible urge to slap her to death, he had never noticed her penchant for such endless, frivolous banter.

After struggling to withstand the encroaching force of the Feather Phoenix orthodoxy, the massive phantom of the Sal iron tree launched a full-scale counterattack.

Hearing this, Man Ji adopted an expression of sudden realization and said, "Well, that's truly fortunate." Although he said this aloud, inwardly Man Ji remained somewhat skeptical. While he was aware that the Demonic Wolf Calamity had erupted two years ago and that there were bargains to be picked up—which was why he had specifically instructed the caravan to bring extra goods this time—he still found it hard to fully accept.

Su Jin sighed, a look of helplessness washing over her face. Somehow, Liang Xueru had caught wind of the news that Qing Huan had accompanied Prince Duan to the border, and now she came to the manor gates to make a scene day after day.

Hearing Professor Shi say this, Zhan Bu breathed a slight sigh of relief. It was just a dream, after all; there was no need to be so panic-stricken.

The maid outside, hearing the commotion, hurried inside and was startled. She rushed forward to lift Qing Huan, but upon touching her burning skin, she cried out in alarm and bolted away.

We have all witnessed the defensive power of the Third-Grade Golden Lotus. Even if these vampire claws were several times stronger, they still could not breach this defense.

Next, with two months remaining before the opening of the Dragon-Gathering Island trading convention, Luo Fengying and her three assistants threw themselves into organizing comprehensive large-scale drills. From individual formations to final battle array simulations, they were frantically busy. As a result, two idle freeloaders were left over: Li Xu and the maid Hu Yujiao.

Following the first Great Cataclysm, Hongjun revitalized the Three Realms, and the divine race vanished once more. However, the situation had fundamentally changed. Since the divine race now knew of the existence of other races in the outside world, they became utterly obsessed with breaking out! After all, the environment of the Immortal Realm was far fresher and more pristine than the gloomy skies of the divine realm, with its clear waters and lush mountains that were a delight to behold.

Yet suddenly, for a fleeting moment, beneath Chiyan's form, a phantom of a blond-haired youth emerged—clearly the appearance of Wukong, and the Buddhist staff in his hand had transformed into the shape of the Golden-Hooped Rod.

"Really? Are you serious?" Hua Molie had merely tossed out the remark casually, never expecting any actual compensation. To his surprise, Old Bull here actually paid up, straight away gifting a Lamborghini. Such compensation was truly extravagant.

As soon as Wang Tian stood up, he flipped his palms, and two Condensation Realm fire crystals were already clutched in each of his hands.

With those words, Qin Muyao strode over and abruptly yanked the quilt off Lin Qingzhu's body. Caught completely off guard, Lin Qingzhu was left exposed to the air, her entire body bared—especially that certain part tightly joined with classmate Ye Tian, which was enough to instantly blow anyone's mind.

This was not the scenario they had envisioned; they had wanted to see the History Department trample the Physics Department. Instead, the exact opposite was happening—their own team was getting crushed, so badly that they could barely bear to watch.

Ye Tian stared at Charlie with a gaze piercingly bright, meaning that Jiang Chaozong was also very likely trapped within Mount Ararat?