Chapter 1120: Mutual Progress, Joint Breakthrough

"One sword transforms into ten thousand!"

Lu Yang, embodying the blade itself, swayed violently and manifested countless cerulean swords, indistinguishable from the real ones, weaving a cage of steel to imprison Meng Jingzhou within.

"Mere mortals dare to touch this seat? Die!" Meng Jingzhou bellowed with domineering grandeur, his dark hair whipping wildly with a transcendent aura that defied his cultivation realm as a single punch shattered a vast swath of the azure blades.

The azure swords flowed ceaselessly, infinite and inexhaustible; no matter how many Meng Jingzhou crushed, new blades surged forth to fill the void.

The president cowered inside his own office, utterly terrified to step foot outside, as the situation spun completely beyond his control.

"It makes no difference to me as long as you agree, and feel free to mention your requirements—like natural lighting, price, or interior style—I will search according to your wishes," I said.

Before the lockpicker could even flip the light switch, Long Jun vaulted from behind the main door, his left hand locking around her throat while his right arm tightly pinned her body.

It was easy to imagine that once inside the base, not only would one's skills inevitably reach new heights, but one's status and worth would also skyrocket accordingly.

A whole month of reading amounted to nothing more than the cost of a pack of cigarettes, a bowl of Yangzhou noodles, or a couple of bottles of soda.

They hailed from every corner of the nation, drawn together initially by the allure of a "gold rush," yet upon arrival, they discovered reality bore no resemblance to their grand illusions.

High above the firmament, two figures engaged in a cataclysmic battle, their collisions shaking the heavens as roaring flames and howling thunder threatened to sunder the world.

After nearly five minutes of acupuncture to staunch the bleeding, Xue'er's wound finally stopped pouring crimson; Long Jun exhaled a long breath and gently touched her forehead, finding it scalding hot, like water brought to a boil.

Just as she stepped into a dense thicket, an exceptionally handsome young man stood with his hands clasped behind his back less than ten meters away, watching her with a faint smile.

Witnessing this spectacle, astonishment gripped the surrounding crowd; they had never seen Dongling Youlan in such a state, an image unimaginable in ordinary times.

Before Wang Yuefan could utter a word, the sickening voice of Bai Yifei drifted from close behind him.

Wang Zihao had already guessed the truth of the matter; after all, those currently sailing in the same boat as Tang Zhong were few and far between, easily counted on one's toes.

"Let us hear it," Mu Tianchen remarked, his expression turning uneasy at Man Qian's words; Man Qian's strength was scarcely inferior to his own, so if even he deemed the place perilous, trouble surely lay ahead.

"Auntie Guo, people still extort protection money on this street?" Xing Luo asked, ignoring the green-haired man entirely as his brows knit in a frown.

"Do not fret too much; Qiu Hongxin is stationed at Outpost One, so nothing amiss will happen," Jiang Qiuyi murmured consolingly, misinterpreting Ma Jianyao's furrowed brow and heavy countenance as anxiety over the outpost.

Zhang Ye was truly consumed by rage; what should have been a fortunate turn of events had instead become a golden opportunity for Prince Lang to curry favor with both sides while plundering wealth on a grand scale.

"Haha, about that..." Huang Yan chuckled as though fully prepared, and with a flick of his wrist, he produced his official seal alongside a box of vermilion inkpaste.

Sure enough, swayed by the elder's provocative words, the majority of the crowd instantly cast peculiar glances toward Nangong Yingmeng.

Sha Kuanglan nodded to show he understood, then dismounted and patted the faithful companion that had shared his journey for days before trekking on foot toward the Hundred-Eye Desert.

This was the exact reason why Sandao Kou had succeeded in establishing the absolute laws of the Assassin's Haven in a mere span of a hundred years.

Ning Qingyu felt rather dejected; ever since meeting Ouyang Ji, Lu Yuanqi had told her to call Ouyang if he was unreachable, yet she knew the man possessed a frigid, unapproachable nature and answered calls with blatant reluctance, prompting her to vow this would be the absolute last time she ever dialed his number.