Chapter 90: Vows and Preparations

At midnight, Matilda lay in Leo’s arms, her breathing even, her soft body pressed close to him. A warm sea breeze lifted the gauze curtains, turned gently through the room, and then drifted tenderly across the entire courtyard.

“Phew.”

Leo, having just finished his work, shifted his body slightly.

That small movement woke Matilda.

The girl’s hair was disheveled, the tips damp with sweat, clinging to her chest and shoulders.

A purple fist of bone clenched and slammed into the cult leader. With a dull crack, the leader spurted blood and was hurled backward through the air.

Hearing the words “nitrous boost,” the few fat men immediately went deathly pale and gripped the reinforced bumper tightly. That acceleration was their nightmare.

As for those who can be used, of course they are talents, and preferably the kind that can turn the tide.

Although those at the Grand Palace level are qualified to cultivate it, one must use that entire realm as the foundation, so as to forge the ultimate trait that can be born and evolved upon advancing to the Void-Opening level. To put it without exaggeration, even among the few true powerhouses, some do not possess an ultimate trait.

That was why it demanded silver. Because it had none, and Shen Shi would not allow it to steal any.

“So he really is... a teammate like a pig...” Chai Fanghua rubbed her forehead. Which hospital had Zhang Lijun escaped from?

Yet the man’s features could not be made out no matter how one looked, as though a veil of mist shrouded his head.

After N2 finished speaking, Lin Ai and the others felt the entire earth tremble, as if an earthquake had struck. They turned their gazes toward the ruined city, and within their narrowed pupils, a white tower slowly rose there.

Ye Zhong directly conscripted the two of them in his capacity as the Commissioner of the Five Lakes and used them to help with the subsequent escape work.

The burly demon, its entire body covered in gray-brown muscle, was whipped down out of the air by the wind lash and crashed heavily into the mire like a falling meteorite.

“What do you mean?” Seeing some hesitation in Dr. Zhu’s words, Su Hanhan felt a sense of unease.

As the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy, and then you can fight a hundred battles without danger. Besides, Li Yan and he were facing the same difficulty.

Once the basic rules of this domain were understood, the dangers inside became manageable for Ling Ge.

Inside, there was indeed a report stating that He Yuzhu, a chef at the Red Star Rolling Steel Factory, had stolen factory supplies, and it devoted a large portion of its length to describing the inaction of the security department.

Although those netizens and viewers felt great sympathy for the poor children in the village, Chu Fan could truly realize his value only by going to the city.

He could never have imagined that Zhongli had actually attained the cultivation of the Foundation Realm within a single month.

One grain was manageable; at most it would leave a person weak for a while. But if hundreds were touched at once, then, well—just the sight of it would be enough to make you lose your appetite for weeks.

Zhongli did not continue swinging the Purple Pavilion Sandalwood Sword, and instead watched with interest as the Great Zhou demonic cultivator before him continued undergoing the trial.

After leaving the Nightingale, there was no confusion in Ling Ge’s eyes. He had always known exactly what he was pursuing.

He had once believed that the Dao Sect realm was already formidable enough, but only moments ago did he suddenly understand that the Dao Sect realm was, in truth, insignificant as well.

Li An knew that his elder brother was outwardly warm but inwardly cool, steady in all he did, always unhurried and measured, with a noble and elegant bearing. He had almost never seen his brother wear such a tense, or rather frantic, expression, and hurriedly led the others over.

It was precisely because he was distracted for that moment that Xia Yuheng found an opening. The Phoenix Feathers in his hand flicked ceaselessly, and an ultimate holy technique of the highest celestial tier was unleashed from his grasp.

Having understood all this, Zhang Huaming clarified his path of cultivation. He immediately steadied his mind and began to drive the vast life essence within his body, sending it surging toward the center of his brow in one flood. He savored the sensation of that essence being absorbed and of his soul growing stronger.

“Do we know who did it?” Lin Xiangwan tightened the cloth strip around his shoulder, and once she confirmed that the bleeding would not resume, she finally let out a breath.