Determine the Platform

With Aaron's tacit permission, Gerald immediately recounted the cause and effect of the confinement suffered in the Aizebakan Purgatory. He finally emphasized that after escaping, he was severely injured and on the verge of death, and thanks to Aaron for saving him, he was now willing to submit to Aaron's command.

"No, I can be certain." At that time, the mark on the door was not the mark of Roy Bank.

Meng Mingyang was a martial artist at the early stage of the Golden Core realm, and his strength could be said to be worlds apart from Zhou Dao's. Under Zhou Dao's gaze, he actually couldn't help taking two steps back.

Glancing inside the alley, those two guys were running towards this side, and the streetlights in the alley stretched their shadows very, very long.

After a slight pause in his speech, two solid bloody lights suddenly lit up in the faceless head of the Shadow Skull, meeting Bernice's gaze without the slightest bit of concession.

The Star Gang had a great reputation in Zhongzeng City, and Liao Tianqi, who had some social standing, naturally knew some capable people, so he found Guan Tianqi, the vice-master of the "Regeneration Hall," with the purpose of teaching Chen Yu a lesson.

As the waltz progressed, the guests on the sidelines, who had previously lost interest in this dance, were stunned by the elegant postures and the light yet aggressively tinged dance steps of the newlywed couple.

"Alright! Let's go!" Our group walked forward along the darkness by the roadside. Huawu Street glanced back at me, turned a corner at the intersection ahead, and headed toward the No. 1 KTV.

I cried, running slowly along this road toward the city, hailing passing vehicles as I ran. No one was willing to give me a ride. When I ran to the entrance of the hospital, I was stopped by the security guard. I tried my best to explain, but he treated me like a madman.

As soon as Zhou Dao stood up, he felt the true qi surging endlessly within his body. Although he did not break through again, the richness of his true qi had grown another fraction thicker.

Lin Feng nodded, and without paying any heed to the blade-like gazes of the imperial crowd, he stepped down from the battle stage.

Before dawn, Xiao Zheng suddenly opened his eyes, lazily stretched his arms, and stared wide-eyed. Xiao Zheng's body pressed close to Mu Jiuge, propping himself up on one elbow, with one hand loosely draped around her waist, and smiled softly at her. Mu Jiuge's halfway-extended arm froze in mid-air.

Bai Yujing could afford to disregard his promise to the infatuated monk, and he could also ignore the lives and deaths of the countless commoners and practitioners along the banks of the Ling River. However, if he still chose to betray his promise at this time and join forces with the Water God of the Ling River, could he still command the conviction of these disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect?

At this moment, the middle-aged priest rolled on the ground, leaped up fiercely, roared, and charged toward Rorschach with his dagger raised.

Sitting on the sofa, listening to Qin Xueyou chatter on and on about this past event, Tan Jing was utterly stunned. Turning to look at Tan Jingyi beside him, she saw his expression was calm, which told her that he probably wasn't touched much by this matter—perhaps he had seen through it long ago.

"Then what should we do? Should we stand on which side, or remain neutral?" Hu Zhen asked somewhat anxiously.

Are we leaving the Imperial Capital immediately? Ha, then that would be simple. While she is by the Princess's side, indeed no one dares to do anything, but once she leaves, no one will know. One cannot argue against the Princess, but one can certainly deal with a couple of the Princess's dogs.

The complexions of Yanran and Mad Dog changed simultaneously. Ye Fei's heart sank even further; if they searched his person, the secret of the Ghost Emperor Cauldron would inevitably be exposed.

However, looking at the nine hostile Void Immortals, unless forced to expose himself, only a fool like Ye Fei would admit that he was the second person to pass the examination.

There was fear, jealousy, disdain, mockery and pity, and even unmasked murderous intent.

"Princess, look, the opponent has really built a checkpoint, looking like they intend to engage us in a head-on battle," Aotian said with some surprise to Xue Tieqiao, who stood beside him, five miles away from the newly erected checkpoint in the Land of Exile.

The call sounded once more, and this time Chen Hao was certain that he was not experiencing auditory hallucinations, but that something ahead was truly summoning him. Pondering for a moment, he strode forward, wanting to see what kind of thing this actually was and why it gave him such an incomparably familiar feeling.

The Three Eastern Provinces were immune to pressure from various countries because Ji Qing had freed himself from dependence on the Western world in terms of both capital and technology, making it impossible for foreign nations to pressure him there.

An image appeared in Qingyi's mind: Rudy outside the house having a blast playing glass marbles with the "Soul Gem," while inside the house, Suo'er was endlessly washing dishes, not even having time to wipe away her sweat... A child bride?

However, Liming miscalculated one point: he originally thought the various clans were attacking the God Clan to rebel, only to discover to his sorrow that the God Clan was about to unearth a great treasure. This was intelligence Luoye had managed to obtain; if not for Luoye's formidable means, Liming would still have been kept in the dark.

An old Taoist was sitting cross-legged on the couch, resting his eyes. His cheeks were ruddy, and his temples were prominent. Although his eyes were not yet open, one could faintly perceive wisps of hidden vital energy. Though his sideburns were white, he showed not the slightest trace of old age; instead, he exuded an even greater air of transcendent immortal grace.

"Hmph! A mere spiritual artifact wants to hurt me? Giant Que Sword, Hundun Single-Word Slash!" Shi Xinglong conjured his flying sword to meet Zhang Ming's saber.

Then, those NPC soldiers actually brandished their spears as well, and amidst sweeping arcs of cold light, the ghost wolves and phantom hounds were batted into the air! As the undead creatures flew, they left behind dreamlike silver stardust in their wake, illuminating the sewers gorgeously.

Just as he stepped off the ring, someone flirtatiously patted him on the shoulder. When Guli turned back to look, it was Bixia.

Wanyan Bupufan's complex and inexpressible gaze gradually froze, then turned into white light and dissipated in the Bright Star Forest.

However, compared to the chill of the gentle breeze, even colder was the grim and chilling murderous intent lurking in this pitch-black night.