Chapter 250: Battling Veterans (Content of Preceding Two Chapters Was Incorrectly Posted, Now Corrected)

"Wait, just a little longer!" Li Chang'an scrutinized the enemy's formation, rendering a cool, collected judgment: "Wait for them to expose more flaws!"

Shen Qiuyue stood steadfast at Li Chang'an's side, poised to strike at a moment's notice.

Her blade was blindingly swift—a master of close-quarters combat, once she breached the enemy lines, scarce a soul could withstand her assault.

The standoff endured for several minutes before Li Chang'an finally seized the opportune moment: "Now, strike!"

Han Ruoxi

"Preserving his elder sister's remnant soul? Could it be that this 'sacrificial rite' of his also possesses the virtue of nourishing the spirit?" Si Jun murmured.

The cooldown of the Frost Archer's ultimate ability at its first rank spanned one hundred seconds—one minute and forty seconds; compared to most champions whose ultimates demanded two full minutes, this duration was by no means prolonged.

"Old gentleman, I still have another ginseng root in my possession, its quality much the same as the one just seen in the auction hall, yet I have a condition: we wish to visit your ailing wife." Lin Xue drew a purple jade bamboo box from her satchel, presenting it to Situ Li as she voiced her terms for parting with the root.

Zhou Tai and Lyu Lingqi were struck with utter consternation; as martial artists, they well understood how devastating a blow the complete loss of one's cultivation was to a warrior. Especially for someone as fiercely proud and unyielding as Zhang Fan, it was nothing short of a bolt from the blue.

Having witnessed Lyu Bu's mastery in "fusing three strikes into one," Zhang Fan was thoroughly shaken—could this be the legendary realm where "formlessness triumphs over form"?

"That was old man Duan using you to coerce your grandfather; only then did your grandfather relent." It was Lin the Fourth who proved the more sharp-witted, swiftly intercepting the conversation.

"Promise me first, you are not allowed to ask the reason." Su Bingning adopted a fierce demeanor, yet her eyes flickered with uncertainty, utterly lacking in conviction—a stark mismatch with her aggressive tone.

Quanquan shook her head; signing a grandmaster contract? Would she achieve it sooner or later? Did that even need saying? Even the uninitiated knew it was a foregone conclusion.

Those capable of occupying the ancient relics were invariably massive legions governed by rigorous discipline and a severe hierarchy; it was precisely because the Mist Lantern Squad could not stomach such strict regulations that they preferred the freedom of a small team.

"Rest assured, this is the final time; if it is the genuine article, we shall assuredly claim it." Another prominent tycoon in attendance slapped his chest reassuringly.

Wang Shihan turned over, lying on her side in the bed, and drifted into a heavy slumber amidst a tangle of chaotic thoughts.

The Black Cat Special Forces were indeed formidable, yet once those elite snipers were neutralized, the threat was vastly diminished.

The moment the colossal, iridescent bubble drifted over the molten sea of fire, the churning magma below reacted instantly; long, flaming tendrils erupted from the fiery depths, lashing violently toward the bubble in the sky.

Wherever the Dark Sovereign manifested, the earth within a hundred li was stripped of all life, transformed into a scorched and blackened wasteland.

The water within this teacup had undoubtedly been tainted by the Grand Eunuch; she reckoned that if she drank it, she would end up just like Da Niu, with a parasite gestating inside her body.

This mercenary establishment required a certain tribute of spiritual stones, in exchange for which the shop's powerful masters would escort a party into the Extreme Frost Secret Realm.

To avoid bloodshed was naturally best; if the seven demon kings could be persuaded to quell their hostilities, would it not be a splendid outcome that satisfied both ends?

The three high-ranking ninjas pooled their strength, conjuring a colossal water dragon in this arid, waterless waste; it bared its fangs and brandished its claws, spiraling before the duo with an immense and terrifying momentum.

More than fifty years ago, Ding Xiao's swordsmanship had already reached the pinnacle of perfection, quietly making him the preeminent master of the entire Western Regions.

Jeon Bo-ram stuck out her tongue, a gesture that, paired with her countenance, appeared utterly playful and endearing.

Yet, just as the few of them intended to leave the ghost-slave to its fate, the creature launched an attack at the scarlet-bone scorpion, causing the beast to pivot violently and dart straight toward Pavilion Master Lan.

The wooden house rattled and banged against the howling wind, appearing as though it might collapse at any given moment, casting a deep and unsettling anxiety over them.