Chapter 87: A Real Man Never Looks Back at Explosions

In front of the stone gate, the massive subterranean one-horned rhinoceros staggered from Huikong’s powerful charge, retreating two steps before it could regain its balance. Lu Ji seized the opportunity to dart aside, then glanced down at the sword in his hand.

His whole body felt numb.

This creature wasn’t just enormous; its hide was unbelievably thick. He feared his sword might not even scratch the surface.

What puzzled him even more was why this beast’s very first action upon emerging was to target him.

Feiyue and Xiyue wanted desperately to cover their eyes, yet dared not, terrified of missing the splendid, eternal light unfolding before them. It was unbelievable, and yet it was happening right before their eyes.

“I could tell from your abnormal footsteps that you were wounded,” Shilan remarked without a second thought.

Bolts of lightning rained down upon his body, each flash shattering his form in an instant.

At the foot of the mist-shrouded mountain, six figures in black robes stood at their ease, the two at the front none other than the brothers Dikun and Diwu.

This street was paved with bluestone slabs, exceptionally broad—by the look of it, more than five zhang wide. In the very center, a row of wooden stakes stood, each embedded with a starlight gem, bathing the avenue in a radiance like midday.

As the broadcast began, Shinji knew that before long, he would arrive at his destination—Weibai Town.

Now, stripped of her World-Destroying Battle Armor and left only with the World-Destroying Sword, Nalan Yanran was gripped by a tremor of fear.

On Spirit Island, the line of the Great Elder had always passed down through blood, and there was no shortage of admirers for her on the island. Grandfather had chosen the best candidate, Yu Gui, but wasn’t the most important factor that she herself didn’t mind Yu Gui?

“Does the City Lord truly have nothing else for me to do?” Cheng Ci, unwilling to give up, repeated the question once more.

At this moment, Lan Rongyue wished with all her heart to be back in the advanced society of the twenty-first century, with adrenaline and ventilators at hand. Yet now, she found herself utterly powerless.

Just imagining it sent chills down my spine. Eating animals was one thing, but for a person to calmly contemplate consuming their own kind—honestly, I found it hard to fathom. Anyone who could manage that was almost godlike.

In my view, human life is paramount; the face and relationships of others present are insignificant before the dead.

The second time had only just occurred, so the real issue lay here: if there was any possibility that even the mastermind, familiar with the rules and the roles, might show mercy, then Arlen was almost certainly a favorable identity—perhaps even one of the most crucial in the entire deck of ability cards.

Mu Xuefu gripped Jing Rong’s hand tightly to keep him from strangling Lady Li. Jing Rong had lost control, but she, in contrast, was acutely clear-headed. Lady Li had provoked Jing Rong deliberately, that much was obvious.

This was why so many games required intricate strategies and endless verbal sparring—for even the smallest insight could trigger a total upheaval, changing the course of the entire game. That’s why so many became obsessed with mastering the data, though most players cared about just one thing.

With that, he drew out the wireless communicator and sent orders to Harker. Receiving the command, Harker could hardly contain his excitement—finally, he could eliminate those profit-driven, hypocritical wretches. A wild, fervent fire blazed in his eyes.

“Where did you go during your wait to be seen?” Qin Cang, ignoring his reaction, pressed on with his questions.

In truth, when Wanru first mentioned this, she was already suspicious. She knew Mu Zhaolin well enough; over the years she had helped him eliminate no small number of political enemies.

Dan Ziji gave a cold snort and dove into the water. Even with one arm, he swam with ease. Though this attempt had been a total failure, as long as he lived, he would always have the chance to rise again.