Chapter 79: The Soft Persimmon

After concluding their secret meeting, Leo brought Rudolph to the front lines. Together, they ascended the small tower on the hill of Churini, beginning to observe the unfolding battle below.

A tremendous boom echoed as a massive stone projectile, launched by a catapult, crashed into Gaeta’s defensive wall. In an instant, the stone embedded itself deep into the wooden fortifications. The fragile wall shattered immediately, sending splinters flying in all directions. The workers assembling the barricade scattered in panic, some vanishing entirely beneath the collapsing debris.

Seizing the moment, he decisively used a ruse, turning the situation to his advantage and wolfed down his meal with gusto.

Lin Su listened intently for a while, growing ever more confused. At last, glancing at the shadows of bamboo swaying outside the window, his curiosity was piqued. He slipped out the back window and disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest.

Holding the tea that Liu Hongxu had courteously handed him, Hao Qiang, with a mischievous glint, insisted on having a private conversation with Jiang Pin.

If he went out hunting, he might end up like that foolish cat, swallowed whole by its prey and left to be rescued by a female, exhausted and humiliated.

Moreover, the old medicine master was nowhere near the level he had reached during the three-year pact in the original story; to challenge a Douhuang head-on was still beyond his capability.

The cheap spirit beast he’d purchased for a hundred and fifty thousand was not expected to do much else—just to provide a steady flow of positive energy was enough.

Perhaps, he was nothing more than a reserve ration for that tiger demon lord. When he’d finally fattened up, he’d be thrown into the pot and stewed.

Si Qingqing, not at all shy, immediately ordered, “Five more skewers of squid tentacles, and chicken feet too.” These were her favorites.

Shi Yan watched her walk, her steps clearly steadier than the day before, and put away the ointment he had just reapplied to her.

In the future, as all the world’s intelligence converges, you’ll need to provide real-time information for your fellow disciples, update them on demons and monsters, and strive to catch up in your cultivation. Remember, this will let you experience a life truly filled with purpose.

Badu roared, and at once, a surge of force burst from his palm. The defensive barrier, it turned out, had an amplifying effect. When his ultimate move struck the barrier, its energy increased dramatically.

Only the Three Sovereigns, with the three primordial treasures formed from Pangu’s essence, could contend with him, and even then, it was merely a stalemate—they could not harm him in the slightest. Unless Pangu himself returned to the world, he would remain immortal and indestructible.

As for this butcher, Yi Xiaoyu simply huffed and ran to Yi Xiaomeng’s side, clutching her jade-like arm.

The chief enforcer was speaking when, all at once, those hollow, empty eyes flashed before him and sent a chill down his spine.

“The Samsara Ghost Clan... that bloodline?” Whoosh! As he spoke, Luo had already charged at his enemy. A terrifying power gathered in an instant, and his most lethal move was unleashed at once.

“Big Brother Ghost has been here? How come I didn’t know!” Long Yun was completely unaware of this incident. Since Ghost Dis had come, why hadn’t he healed the demon king while delivering the medicine?

From the corner of her eye, she glanced to both sides: bunk beds, exactly like those in her own dorm room, but with green and white striped quilts and sheets. In her memory, only upperclassmen’s dormitories used this color scheme.

Yet at that moment, a massive swastika was suspended above the evil spirit’s head, pinning it down and rendering the proud drow spirit completely immobile.

Yun Jie thought to himself that things would not end peacefully. Clenching his fists, he tried to summon the Sirius soul for a bloody rampage. To his shock, he couldn’t sense the Sirius soul at all! A wave of foreboding swept over him, and Yun Jie instantly activated his seventh sense, entering a state of heightened awareness.

Three consecutive red alerts flashed before Ye Xiao’s eyes, yet he let out a slight sigh of relief.

Yang Feng added a word, but of course, he had no intention of sacrificing himself for Liu Xie. If push came to shove, he would abandon Liu Xie and run without hesitation.

The second force was personally led by Wang Shaojie, in charge of the territory stretching from the eastern Gao Xian border to the western Gulf of Siam.

The master of the Hall of Phantom Shadows was filled with nostalgia for the past: for those days before the legendary wedding gown technique had emerged, when fifty years of cultivation were enough to found a sect, when a single innate master could stand above all. He missed the era when, though geniuses arose in every generation, the old veterans of the martial world still held overwhelming sway.