Chapter 93: Special Effects Key (Seeking Subscriptions)

As the golden light dispersed, it illuminated Shen He's expectant face. There, floating in mid-air before him, was a formless mass of golden radiance, suspended right in front of his eyes.

Shen He instinctively reached out to touch it. The golden light sank directly into the center of his brow, transforming into a faint golden pattern that slowly faded from view.

"Congratulations, player! You have obtained hidden equipment: Special Effects Key!"

"Special Effects Key: Once worn by the player—"

But just as he closed his eyes, he happened to notice that there were still several dozen red envelopes unopened—the ones obtained from taking down those men from the Black Cloud Gate earlier.

Yi Xuejia froze for a moment, then recalled the past between He Zixuan and Ke Jiufei. As if suddenly understanding, she nodded in silence.

Huang Shisan produced the Nine Sons Reciting Heart Blade and silently chanted the incantation. Nine blade shadows shot off in nine different directions, flying deep into the distant sea of clouds that had been blocking everyone's view. Moments later, the shadows flew back on their own, merging into a single blade that he tucked back into his possession.

Just as she stood in hesitation, a glimmer of starlight flashed in the distance. Ye Ziyi rushed toward it in delight, but as she ran, she suddenly jolted. A brilliant light flared before her eyes, and when she looked again, all she saw was a hazy blur of light and shadow.

Were there a large amount of yin-yang force within the body, it would automatically guard the soul. Yet unfortunately, the yin-yang force within his spiritual lake had been drained completely dry by the Purple Ying Sword in an instant.

"King Qi, if you truly wish to take Ruyi as your empress, then prepare a full set of grand betrothal gifts and come to Western Shu to seek her hand. I will not hold today's rudeness against you—now, please take your leave!" Liu Zhuang showed not a trace of courtesy, dismissing the man outright.

Quan Dan's eyes flew wide open. He spun around in a panic, and there it was—a dagger gleaming with cold light pressed against his neck.

At General Wuji's command, the grand army of the Sheng Tian Dynasty surged madly into the canyon in pursuit of Ren Zhongjun.

The people from the Hidden Sword Academy said that Zhan Zhao, for certain reasons, had not entered the final stage alongside the others. He had been lingering at the front section of the Purple Frost Forest all along, and by now, chances were he had already slipped out safely from that end.

"Have it your way." Number One said flatly, then turned and walked away, his mood heavy and tangled as he left.

More than a hundred people had suddenly appeared, and though they barely registered within a prison built to hold thousands, the atmosphere grew considerably livelier compared to the mere twenty-odd who had been there before.

Director Lu of the Tactical Teaching and Research Office, seeing that the exercise had reached its conclusion with no more variables likely to arise, called a timely halt.

"Is there a way?" Zhao Qiang asked. He had rushed out this time in such a hurry that his usual first-aid kit hadn't been brought along at all.

He gently traced the two rows of teeth marks on his cheek, and in his mind he recalled the sensation of Yang Manshi's seductive red lips, those two rows of pearly white teeth, sinking into his flesh.

"Don't worry, there will be plenty of time ahead." The words had barely left his mouth when Nie Ying's eyes tightened abruptly. His pitch-black pupils shifted like lightning, fixing on the forested mountains in the distance.

In truth, strictly speaking, she hadn't shown anything at all. But even so, it was enough to send my nose gushing. I suspected... that if I were to brush her hair aside, would I simply bleed out and die?

"I told you last time—the humiliation you dealt me, I will repay a hundredfold." With that, the Destruction God's centaur-like frame erupted with an overwhelming aura of annihilation, and even the chaotic primordial essences around him recoiled, yielding ground in deference.

"Brother Wei, tell that rookie the rules of us Fierce Tigers." Zhao Qiang offered no explanation, simply smiling as he tossed the matter to Wei Tao.

It seemed the enemy had launched an operation of considerable scale this time. The forces facing our battalion numbered at least a regiment or more. The company commander had already reported the situation to both the battalion commander and the regiment commander over the radio. The higher-ups were furious with us—I could hear harsh words like "come back with your head" and "I'll have you shot" repeatedly crackling through the receiver beside the company commander.

"So they've come after all. It seems the Lake of Death did them a great deal of good as well." Meng Yaqing glanced down below and smiled faintly.