Volume 1, Chapter 50: Young Aunt's Husband's Cool Motorcycle!

Lü Bu originally intended to go inside to practice a few moves, but found a figure wielding a long-handled weapon within.

Having finished all this, she finally withdrew her hands, wiped the beads of fine sweat from her forehead, and let out a silent breath of relief.

As the execution concluded, two soldiers stepped forward to untie the ropes binding his arms. The man’s body pitched forward uncontrollably, and he collapsed into unconsciousness.

Rather than listening to the empty-headed advice of the neighbor's grandmother, it was better to secretly resist on her own, and investigate that ghost-like entity or spirit in secret.

Ren Chuanqing looked at him, unable to suppress a smile. After such a long time, could this be considered having her wish fulfilled today? Truly, only when held tightly in his embrace could those sorrows, anxieties, and fears melt away and dissolve.

The two of them knew they would be drinking, so neither drove out. They hailed a taxi downstairs to head back.

Yet the speaker meant nothing by it, while the listener read deeply into it. Who could have imagined that someone so outstanding—so dazzlingly out of reach—would actually harbor such special feelings for her?

Looking into the distance, a massive expanse of dark clouds rolled across the sky from beyond the horizon at a visible speed, sweeping onward in a majestic tide. Within the blink of an eye, they had already blotted out the sky above Chang'an.

Before its downfall, the Shen family could be considered a prominent clan. Although their ancestral estate had been confiscated by the Divine Eagle Dynasty, Shen Rouyue maintained a good relationship with Li Sining, who ultimately returned the mansion to her and even dispatched servants to have it thoroughly cleaned.

Besides, what time was it now? They had no idea how much time they had left to spend together; every single minute and second was profoundly precious. What on earth was she even doing?

After seeing off Granny Jin and looking at the still-terrified Ruyi, Zhuang Zhongren simply said, "It's all right now, you've worked hard," and then walked away.

Under conditions of zero visibility, one had to kill the skeletons fighting against oneself in order to train the Observation Haki.

And so I stopped abruptly, causing the fatty to crash right into my rear garden. "Damn it! Why did you stop again, man?" the fatty spat out a few mouthfuls and asked somewhat irritably.

Jorim stared grimly at the computer screen. While Mu Fengye had hesitated, he had already missed some crucial steps, and now could only barely keep pace with the God's closure of the passage. Those loopholes could only be further deciphered after mastering the composition of the data.

"Let's go, we can't be of any help here anyway," Meng glanced at Tornado. If Tornado hadn't pulled Yang Jian out of the breach just now, he would have already been sucked into the vortex.

If he had the strength to avenge his young master, he naturally would have struck without the slightest hesitation; but facing Yun Yu, he could no longer muster even a shred of murderous intent.

"What?!" The fatty's expression shifted to one of shock. Instinctively, he pulled down the waistband of his pants to take a peek inside, then exhaled a long breath of relief with a relaxed look.

"Damn it! All our previous efforts are wasted!" I cursed inwardly, then broke into a run in pursuit. Closing to within two meters, I leaped forward with a single-handed grab, feeling a thrill of triumph as my fingertips almost brushed it.

They had come prepared and had purchased their tickets long ago. Noticing that the destination on the tickets was the Yulong Snow Mountain, I asked out of curiosity where exactly we were heading.

As Wu Yue'er's voice trailed off, a wave of shimmering light rippled across the stone wall, and a barrier parted to reveal a doorway. Even before stepping through, Wu Yue'er could sense a primal spiritual essence of heaven and earth far purer than anywhere else in the entire grotto-heaven, along with a series of profound mysteries that could be perceived simply by calming one's mind, requiring no cultivation technique or incantation whatsoever.

Bing Lan was also puzzled. She walked over, bent down, and casually picked up the gemstone without encountering the slightest resistance.

When he had taken out the card just now, he was still muttering to himself that if this turned out to be a prank by that uncle from back then, he would have made a complete fool of himself today.

Not even making it into the top ten? Mi Dou could not help feeling a flutter of nervousness in his heart, terrified that his innate talent might simply be mediocre and fail to win any honor for Yu Dong'er, making her lose face in front of so many people.

To Ling Xiao and the others, who possessed a super brain, these secret sound-transmission techniques were exceedingly crude methods. Rather than using them, it was far safer to transmit data via the super brain, a method infinitely more secure than any acoustic transmission technique. In the Tianyuan Continent, aside from Ling Xiao, no one else could crack the mysteries of the super brain.

The middle-aged man walked over, murmuring something in a low voice, then hurried away toward the distance. Ye Bai's eyes flickered as he closely followed behind.

Qiao Feihe gave a bitter internal smile. A life had just been snuffed out like that; his only regret was not being able to return and report to the master. The water level across the entire western region of Longda County had dropped by a meter overnight, and the monsoon rains of the demon race were about to descend.

While Moliu failed to inflict effective damage on the Demonic Blade-Wind Dragon King, the dragon king's attack failed to land either. Although the damages canceled each other out, the sheer kinetic impact still sent Moliu's body crashing heavily to the side.

"Hah, what game is Zhou Yin playing? Does he really think the sixth level of the Mortal Shedding Realm can defeat the eighth?" Xu Yanbin naturally noticed Zhou Yin's anomaly and felt a trace of unease in his heart. But since it had already begun, they would just have to see the outcome.

Because many people had died a few days ago, the entire camp was permeated with an atmosphere of sorrow. Watching one's own clansmen being devoured by Azure-Fang Wolves was agonizing. Not far from the camp lay a vast expanse of open ground where the fallen disciples of the Cang family were buried.

Xu Qi's consciousness remained within the illusions of the Six Desires, yet for the cultivators trapped inside, it was utterly impossible for them to detect the trace of Xu Qi, who had no intention of revealing himself.

In truth, Feng Huayan was not old at all. A person well past forty looked as though they were only in their thirties, exuding the unique, mature charm characteristic of an accomplished man.

Gradually, Ding Hao's eyes flared with golden-yellow flames, and these flames were far denser than before. As Old An's hands were seized, his eyes filled with absolute horror, never expecting his opponent to be a true cultivator.

Huang Beiyue gave his icy hand a counter-pressure, her thoughts shifting slightly as she realized that the totem on Molian's back must have been the handiwork of Song Mi.

Huang Beiyue felt a slight pang of astonishment. For him to agree to conditions as harsh as hers showed that something major must have happened outside. Even the Holy Ruler was in such a rush; it had to be an extraordinary crisis.