Rations earned by risking one's life on the razor's edge.

The sky was gloomy, heavy with dark clouds, and a torrential downpour raged. The disparity between them was so vast that she no longer had the courage to negotiate. Yet, since she had already come this far, she might as well try. Liu Yi thought of all the beasts on Nine Mountain Peak and the branch mountains, finally summoning the courage to advance toward the Monster Fish King. She pretended to be sucked in by a whirlpool, letting the turbid currents batter her body. It stung a little, but under the protection of her Snow Scales, it caused no real harm.

Tianchu let out a loud shout to bolster his courage and turned to run, but his legs refused to cooperate; they were as soft as noodles, and he collapsed to the ground after taking a single step. In that instant, she felt as if she had returned to that long, distant stretch of desert wilderness before the Thousand Buddha Caves. He had carried her on his back; perhaps he was gazing at the setting sun again, longing for that Sword of Subjugation, and he would tell her, as he always did, that they would eventually make something of themselves.

Ming seemed to have fallen into a hazy sleep. He must have forgotten to turn off the ceiling light, making it feel too bright even with his eyes closed. "Tell me, do you really not know, or are you just pretending not to know the theme of this meeting?" Teacher Li said as he walked downstairs.

A thick sense of impending death suddenly flooded Nami’s mind, causing her pupils to constrict violently and her face to turn deathly pale.

Salutes thundered through the sky. The expression on Third Master’s face as he held the sword was hard to decipher. Unlike his usual composed self, he looked almost... chuunibyou? The remaining guilds broke out in a cold sweat. Third Master’s previous display of crowd control had only shown his immense power; he hadn’t revealed anything else. It was no wonder the fellows from Sabertooth still dared to provoke him. This strange phenomenon led them to believe that there must be something wrong with the ship, and that it likely held treasure.

"Do you really think I won't burn you to ashes?" If he didn't need to borrow this tentacle to 'play the ghost,' he would have burned it to nothing with holy light long ago. With that, he reached out his left hand, and a magnificent sword, complete with its scabbard, condensed out of thin air! The King stared in a daze at the scabbard and hilt—the scabbard was Avalon, but what of the sword?

First, due to Wang Yun’s sudden escort of the Emperor as they fled from Dong Zhuo in Chang'an, the intelligence agency in Chang'an belonging to You Province was wiped out in a bloodbath.

Wen Feng suddenly felt that Qing Si was utterly unrecognizable in this moment; her poised and noble temperament gave her an aura that did not pale even when facing the seventh-level master, Shi Hua.

"You handle this yourselves; I cannot show my face for the time being. I believe that with your capabilities and connections, you can certainly get it done, right?" Yan Yi said with a slight smile.

When Wen Feng climbed up from the ground again and issued a challenge, saying, "Again," the Second Lieutenant player didn't even look back; he simply pressed the button and exited the challenge room.

"Let’s go to the practice room; it’s more spacious there." Zuo Shuliang pondered for a moment before leading the way.

"Haha, Mr. Ping, I have long admired your name, long admired it! That you could grace the Chen family threshold is truly a blessing for the Chen clan; you have made my humble abode shine with brilliance. Ha ha!" The old man laughed heartily, looking full of vigor.

These movements happened in the blink of an eye, leaving the spectators dazzled. Those with a discerning eye felt a strange sensation in their hearts—not because Yun was tossing out spirit techniques one after another with such extravagant abandon, but because these techniques were linked together as if they were a single, complete set of movements.

At the entrance of the market stood a tall pole from which hung several bloody heads and dried skulls, one of which was actually a one-eyed ogre. According to Harris Jin, this was the usual style of the orcs: they would behead and display anyone who robbed merchants or caused trouble and killed people in the market.

Seeing Di Jia appear, Chi Jiuwei was quite startled. He had been so preoccupied that he hadn't noticed Di Jia standing there. Sweeping his gaze left and right, Chi Jiuwei adopted an air of feigned indifference, as if he saw nothing at all.