Volume 1, Chapter 21: Sword Douluo has won! That lowly peasant Fang Yuan is dead!

Then again, Chen Xin had truly reached the level of a demigod just moments ago, not merely a Titled Douluo; even the "instant kill" cheat was ineffective against him. Had Fang Yuan rushed in recklessly, certain death would have been his only reward.

That was precisely why She Long and the Puffer Douluo, both at their peak, were sent in to deplete his strength. After all, Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo had already unleashed their martial soul fusion skill at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect and suffered backlash from that old dragon; had they tried to intercept Chen Xin now, they likely would have been decapitated on the spot.

However, thanks to She Long and the Puffer Douluo holding out long enough to forcibly drag Sword Douluo Chen Xin’s temporary realm back below the demigod level, Fang Yuan finally dared to take the risk.

Soon, the Sword...

"I just went for plastic surgery and accidentally ended up looking like this. If I happen to resemble some important figure, please, my lord, show some leniency. You should be able to sense that my strength has only just surpassed that of a general." Qing Binghe panicked, blurting out whatever nonsense came to mind.

Before he could react further, he saw another man dressed in night-crawling gear climbing up.

Just as his life began to show signs of improvement, he fell ill. Ruthless lung cancer struck him down completely. Knowing he had little time left, he returned to the city where he had attended university, searching for the memories of his youth.

Though puzzled, they could not ignore a summons from the Empress Dowager, so they made no delays and walked toward the palace atop the stairs.

Wang Shou sneered inwardly. Having lost ten thousand taels now, he would surely gain much more later; he was certain he had made the right bet.

Gritting her teeth as she looked at Qing Binghe, Ouyang Yue’er felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness—a feeling she had never experienced from any commander since she attained the rank of battalion commander.

"What’s wrong? Our great hero seems a bit unhappy," Wang Dong approached and asked curiously.

"Aunt, what are you saying? How could I have been driven back? I risked my life specifically to come back and report to you," Xiangqin said with a smile, her tone laced with a hint of sycophancy.

In the mountain forest, there were two tents, both glowing with light, and a bicycle parked outside.

Wang Dong hadn't thought much about it. In his mind, his mere appearance before Xia Zhiqing was the greatest gift possible; as for things like flowers, it was better not to make a display of them in public.

Meanwhile, Buffalo went to complain to Pica, one of the four top executives in the Donquixote Family, second in status only to Doflamingo.

***

Aside from a few flight attendants recognizing him and asking for photos, everything else remained quiet. In first class, the other passengers were all busy with their own affairs.

"Commander Lei, are you joking? If we cede the three cities of Shan, Qi, and Hu, what if you go back on your word? By then, we wouldn't even have time to resist," Fa Qiong said righteously.

The next moment, a scream echoed from the mist, accompanied by Dao Zang’s furious, exasperated roar.

After entering with a relaxed demeanor, Zhang Yingxia realized how difficult it was to shift from an introverted, experiential actor to an extroverted idol; to say he was caught off guard would be an understatement.

Han Shi'e understood the meaning behind the looks柳述 (Liu Shu) and these soldiers exchanged. These men had backgrounds and connections, and it had been no easy feat for them to be chosen from thousands to enter the Attendant Battalion. To dismiss them just like that—did you, Han Shi'e, even have the authority?

Standing within the sphere, the Evil Emperor Xuantian laughed uncontrollably, looking insane with his eerie eyes, his laughter disjointed, hoarse, and harsh.

"My curse must be this guy's doing, right? Uncle-Master, do you have a way to break it?" Nangong Huang asked about the thing he cared about most.

However, the humans of the Happy Land were now proper original inhabitants, and coming into contact with this knowledge would no longer affect that fact.

Through the changing backgrounds, what one initially thought was just a song of autumn winds and sorrow turned out to be an unstoppable, forward-moving force felt through the imagery.

"Comparable to Sinhala, our population should be several times theirs, because we have many believers in the Brahma religion!" Ravana said this with immense pride.

"President Xin, I haven't finished yet. This is only the first matter; there is a second," Cheng Dabao's tone remained filled with anxiety.

"What?" Xiang Qing was shocked. She hadn't expected Lin Kebai to be so sudden. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and she covered her mouth, at a loss for what to do.

This thought kept Zhang Qingfeng constantly wary of An Lin, even though she had been helping them all along.

Ge Xian was surprised to see the people in the courtyard. He had sensed no signs of life before jumping in, yet he had been caught red-handed.

Unless someone were to comprehend a divine authority identical or very similar to it over millions of years, the traces it left behind would never be erased, and it would never be resurrected.

***

The Heart of the Demon God was almost literally the heart of a Demon God. Though not necessarily fatal to lose, it was of vital importance. What Demon God would dare to just rip out their own Demon God Heart like that?

Kind, beautiful, and simple, the fairies possessed every personality that made them lovable. There was no excessive competition among them, and in the bountiful Infinite Forest, there was no pressure of survival, with other alien races even offering tributes regularly.

As for whether Qilin, White Tiger, Illidan, and Lairal counted as Lu Zhongli’s disciples? In truth, they did not. Qilin and White Tiger were Lu Zhongli’s mounts, belonging to the servant class. Illidan and Lairal were merely Lu Zhongli’s students, not disciples; they paid for lessons and had never formally apprenticed under him.

"Thank you! Go back and tell Lucy—oh, I mean Vivian—tell her I am safe. I am going to the hospital now to visit a friend..." After Qin Tian finished speaking, he left the police station with Old Zhang and arrived at the hospital.

"I'll go order you some cake. You need to eat something." She stood up, but her wrist was pulled back.

The next day, Sun Wukong once again embarked on his journey to train on the Northern King Kai’s planet, while Zheng Hao, guided by Sun Goten, went to visit Master Roshi.

"What are you doing? We are leaving now; you wouldn't go back on your word, would you?" Seeing Lin Chunan stop them at such a moment because he wanted to continue pursuing the matter, Lin Chufeng said with some displeasure.

"Since you didn't cast the poison, how did you get the antidote? Out with the truth!" Feng Linglong’s tone remained cold.

"Captain Zhao, please explain the situation of our army to them first!" After settling these matters, Xiao Yuanshan said to Zhao Hu, who stood beside him.

"Sister Feng, you..." Meng Yu finally realized something was wrong. After a moment of confusion, she looked at Hesheli Chen, who stood before Feng Linglong, and was left speechless.

Perhaps it was his own sense of superiority acting up—the strategist hadn't been able to take me down after fighting for so long and had become somewhat impatient. Furthermore, he always felt he was of a higher class than me, so seeing me falter, he assumed I was spent and began to attack me ferociously.