Chapter 113: Is This Still Earth?

Looking at the mangled remains of the fish, Shen He could not help but lower his gaze toward the sea.

Entering the clouds this time, the functionality of his "Adaptive Sunglasses" was significantly diminished, leaving him barely able to see beyond five meters. When peering down at the water below, he could discern even less. Yet, he could sense that marine life was gradually gathering around their small boat. These were the "Heart of the Ocean."

Immortal Emperors already stood at the pinnacle of the Immortal Realm. They rarely involved themselves in the affairs of the cultivation world, for they had more important matters to attend to: the pursuit of immortality.

Trapped within the Metal-Binding Killing Array, Lin Mu relied on his Flawless Body to forcibly resist the torrent of metallic spiritual energy.

Ninth-grade alchemists had long since vanished. Most ninth-grade pills currently in existence were either remnants of the past or recovered from ancient grotto-heavens. Though their numbers were not negligible, no one was foolish enough to trade a ninth-grade pill for Buddhist relics that held no utility for a cultivator.

The battle ensued. After a harrowing and bloody struggle, Su Dingfang and his men successfully repelled the vast army of Ashina Yugu, securing a total victory. Watching these events unfold, Songtsen Gampo furrowed his brows, lost in deep, silent contemplation for a long time.

Just as he felt completely helpless, the life-saving sound of drums finally erupted from within the city: "Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!" The sound was like celestial music—so melodious and enchanting that it stirred the soul. A wave of relief washed over him, and he let out a long sigh.

Murong Fuyun, driven to a frenzy, shouted wildly, "Hold the line! No retreating! Anyone who disobeys will be executed!" But it was to no avail.

This was the truth. During his study of the Carefree Arts, a breakthrough in his cultivation had caused both the manual and the technique to turn to ash, yet the verses had long since been etched into Xiao Yao’s mind.

Afterward, the two remained entangled on the bed until evening. Only when Ouyang Yan had to depart did they finally rise to bathe and dress.

The blood-red aura began to shrink at a pace visible to the naked eye, stopping once it had condensed to within half a meter of his body, where it shone with a dazzling, piercing brilliance.

The scene unfolding upstairs ignited a torrent of angry curses from the crowd below. Staring at the banknotes in Xiao Yao’s hands, their eyes betrayed deep greed; though they continued to spew vitriol, they were inwardly calculating that if such wealth were theirs, it would surely last for three generations.

However, following years of devastation by magical beasts, the structure of human society had been shattered. More terrifying than the beasts themselves was the greed of humanity.

Upon hearing Sun Lei’s announcement, the group could not help but grow excited, cheering and reveling in their joy.

"Since that is the case, there is no need to rush in dealing with the remaining two; I shall help you slaughter them later," Wang Shuang consoled.

Fufeng and the others did not waste their energy, keeping their full attention on their surroundings in the hopes of finding a space-type divine herb.

Fufeng felt a chill run down his spine, his hands trembling. If this one of the Three Pure Ones of the Saint Realm were to scrutinize him closely, his true identity might truly be exposed.

Merit deserved reward. Amidst the envious gazes of the others, Li Facai awarded Zhang Zi five hundred-yuan bills.

As he spoke, the man’s aura faltered for a moment, and a powerful pressure surged forth, sending Ding Peng flying backward and leaving a trail on the ground.

Before the filming of Du Shengyi’s advertisement began, Jiang Ruo started verifying every detail with the hotel staff over the weekend to ensure that nothing would go wrong.

Fufeng pursued from the rear, and the King struck back with a palm. As their palms collided, a shockwave surged into the sky.

His body was already covered in numerous wounds, crisscrossing marks left by the mutated wolves before him. Yet, he appeared entirely devoid of anger, his expression one of profound indifference.

Countless bolts of lightning descended like a torrential downpour, all striking toward Wang Xuan. The Extreme Tiger King, pressed closely against him, became a target as well.