Volume 1, Chapter 30: The Boomerang

“Zhuozi, are you alright?!” Meng Wei asked in disbelief.

The wound felt as if a giant hand had tightly squeezed it, the flesh knitting together until only a thin, scabbed line remained.

Zhuo Yu reached out and grabbed it; to everyone’s astonishment, the centipede-like scab fell off!

All that was left was a pale, white mark.

Several people gasped sharply.

This was nothing short of miraculous!

Meng Wei exclaimed, “A divine herb!”

Zhuo Yu stood there, somewhat stunned. He refused Yang Zheng’s offered support and rose to his feet on his own.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yang did not intervene. Instead, he flew straight toward He Shenghong, his star energy fluctuations surprisingly subdued.

Meanwhile, in a room facing east, a young man frowned upon hearing this sound.

After reviewing the detailed information of the Energy Tree, Su Ye’s mind filtered out several key terms in an instant.

Deep down, he regarded Ye Huan as half his own grandson. And an elderly person naturally yearned for the affirmation of youth.

At this moment, Ye Mo had little leisure to concern himself with such matters; his focus was entirely on restoring Reigns to its peak condition.

Su Yang was unaware that, due to his sudden surge in the aptitude test, rumors about him had already begun circulating outside. He had now entered the first level of the Champion Tower, but curiously, he saw no other candidates there.

Unexpectedly, not long after, a faint aroma of meat drifted from outside the cave, intensifying his hunger.

“What fine wine!” Su Yang smacked his lips a few times, seemingly reluctant to stop. After a moment’s thought, he carefully stored the remaining wine, deciding it was best to save it for breaking through to the next realm.

Zhao Yishan could only counter with the Falling Petal Sword Style. Swish, swish, swish—the surge of his internal energy unleashed countless blood-infused strikes, fending off the tungsten-iron golem’s rapid slashes of sword light illusions.

Chu Xiangyun pursed her lips, stood up, and approached the projector. She craned her neck for a strike, then retracted it for another. This time, she could only grit her teeth and face it head-on.

Another day passed. Wei Renwu and Yue Ming had rested sufficiently at home, so when they set out again, it was already mid-afternoon—closer to three o’clock this time.

Among the wolf clan, there was a saying: “Steel tail, tofu waist.” The wolf’s tail was formidable, but its waist and abdomen were its weakest points, the most vulnerable areas defensively. Thus, Mu Chen struck decisively at their frailty, vanquishing them with a single sword.

When Qin Heng turned to face him, two of the three approaching men visibly paled upon recognizing Qin Heng’s face.

A smile never left Qin Heng’s lips, even as he retrieved a crescent-shaped pendant from Guan Xiao’s storage ring.

Disabling Zhu Thirty-Six was not grand enough; what was needed next was an even bigger upheaval, seeking a target capable of igniting the entire scene.

Mu Chen thought to himself as he took another sip of Monkey Wine. Earlier, he had been so absorbed in its medicinal effects that he had forgotten it was also a fine brew. Mu Chen chuckled—this was precisely the taste he enjoyed.

However, Lin Jie did not immediately regain control of his body. He slowly turned around, the Cycle Eye embedded with the Yellow Springs’ Forgetting Tears flickering a dim, misty light.

Blood Cold and the other two mercenaries smiled wryly; their Blood Hand Mercenary Guild’s monthly income was barely ten or twenty million. With such limited resources, hiring members of the God-Slaying Hall for widespread slaughter was simply impossible.

Qin Heng was speechless upon hearing this. He had thought the other had seen through his disguise, but it turned out the misunderstanding arose from his overwhelming strength.

It was like among the top-tier deities: hundreds, even thousands of high-ranking gods could be born, yet a supreme deity was exceedingly rare.

After some heartfelt words, He Ziming refrained from further “defending” himself.