When others defeat a monster, they get experience from that single monster. But when you defeat a monster, it’s as if you’re gaining experience from two monsters.

Thinking this, Di Moyun felt a twinge of disappointment, lowering her head to stare at her toes, a subtle sadness in her gaze.

Just as she thought, Fuzaki Kamito’s dance skills were lacking; he barely managed to keep up with the steps, relying solely on his innate coordination and sensitivity to movements. His actions seemed somewhat out of place, looking more like combat than dance.

Jingshui didn’t look at Ye Qiuxuan; instead, she sat on the bed, knees drawn up, gazing out the nearby window as if her gaze pierced through the distance, reaching her hometown.

He asked some questions, all leading towards the idea that Lu Qinghuan had been slandered. Lu Qinghuan was kind to anyone with insight; she responded gently to Reporter Bao's questions and occasionally hinted that he should consider the possibility of a hidden culprit behind the events.

The one who died in the north of the city was the philanthropist Wang, but Geng Jingzhong found no new clues at the Wang residence. However, Wang’s death bore a striking resemblance to the two who had died at the Wei residence.

Bai Wuchen was stunned. A secret message? He hadn’t heard those words in ages. The last time was over a thousand years ago—he could hardly remember which dynasty it was.

Even if the powerful ones couldn’t break the formation, who knew how long it would last? Even if it held for hundreds of years, what would happen to the spirit beasts outside the formation?

Killing a lord’s son and killing an heir are two entirely different things. Ye Qiuxuan could easily imagine this. However, he didn’t care; in his plan, none of them would escape. Leaving them alive would only cause trouble.

“Three!” At the count, Mu Ya once again crashed through a wall and ended up embedded in another house, just like before—this time, in the neighboring residence.

Seizing control of the formation was crucial for both sides, though for the neutral disciples, it didn’t matter much. The formation drew power from them, and they only cared about making it through the crisis safely.

The Nine Dragon Thunder Palm, a powerful close-combat technique of the heavenly rank, combined with Jiang Mo’s formidable physical strength, was enough to destroy a seventh-rank pseudo-emperor cultivator.

After all, it had only been two days since the upload, and the comment section was bustling but still limited, with only about a hundred comments.

The scale of this conflict, such a massive battle, was enough to change a dynasty, reduce a city to ruins, and flood the streets with rivers of blood.

Each pill was enveloped in a thick cold aura, with snowflake patterns spreading across its perfectly round surface, making it look extraordinary.

“If Brother Qin insists on this path, I’ll be sure to offer incense at his grave next Qingming,” said Yao Qingtian solemnly.

The visible bruises began to fade, and the damaged muscle tissue gradually recovered under Chu Yun’s massaging hands.

The roar, carrying traces of last night’s drunkenness, was both incredibly fierce and filled with the commanding aura of a tiger king.

Over the next two days, Yuan Zhen visited the branches specializing in wood, water, light, wind, metal, earth, and thunder, gaining a preliminary understanding of each type of spiritual energy.

The people gathered today were either saints or their followers, and their talent and resources far exceeded those of ninety percent of cultivators, with most having reached at least the Skywalking Realm.

Gu Ling’er glanced at Long Linfei, who continued forward calmly, carrying her without any visible reaction.

After previous experiences, Shen Nuo looked to Guan Su first, who seemed reluctant to meet her eyes.

Just when everyone thought no one would respond, a trembling voice spoke up.

Mu Yuner stretched out her arms and embraced Wen Zexi, resting her head on his shoulder, showing complete reliance on him.

Who knew how Raleigh had been enduring these days? On one hand, he bore physical pain, and on the other, he struggled with inner torment.

Even with Qianye’s protection, he still suffered significant injuries, to the point where even the robe Yuyun gave him couldn’t withstand it and was scorched.

The memory of Cheng Yao’s fake tomb and the scene of her paying respects brought back a flood of childhood memories.

This wasn’t a trial or refinement for him—it was pure destruction, a ruthless blow that inflicted immense trauma.

This dark steel was even harder than regular steel, qualifying it as material for the press machine. But the question remained—where did this dark steel come from?

Though the man spoke casually, there was not a hint of fear on his face. He crossed his arms, watching Princess Yuanhan with an indifferent gaze.

Zhou Liangping felt he couldn’t listen any longer—not because he couldn’t handle it, but because he feared hearing even greater secrets.

He worked so hard, striving to rule the world and hold ultimate power—not for fame or wealth, but to await her arrival.

They had a relationship of mutual exploitation; Yi Yi always thought he operated from the shadows while Zou Yi was in the open. But now it seemed that Zou Yi was the one lurking in the dark, with him out in the open.