38 Jinjiang Literature City 38

That cry left Xia Qianrui’s heart feeling hollow, as if the most important person in her life had just drifted far away from her.

"That is a real pity! Sometimes, an opportunity only comes once..." No sooner had the words fallen than a blood-red storm shattered every window in the hotel room.

"Junyi, speaking ill of others behind their backs is hardly the conduct of a gentleman," Xiao Yi said, shaking his head. Was Yan Gang’s temper foul? It certainly was; Zhang He was not wrong about that. He could not force all his subordinate generals to be friends, as long as they remained united on the battlefield. Junyi and Zhongfu were decent enough, but if they encountered Qu Yi, there would be no reasoning with them at all.

"Understood!" The dozen or so men shouted in unison, standing at strict attention. Hearing the general’s words, the soldiers from both sides who had been fighting all stood tall with chests puffed out. Had the general not said they were brave men who took responsibility for their actions? In that case, what was fifteen lashes of the military rod? Suddenly, even their injuries seemed to hurt much less.

"Hehehe! Aoyuan, you’re afraid, aren't you!" Tengyuan sneered, staring at Emperor Aoyuan with cold, malevolent eyes.

Just as Su Li was about to strike Qin Yan’s back, a loud "boom" erupted. The ground beneath Qin Yan’s feet suddenly shattered, sending stone fragments flying.

The Gate of the Three Realms exhaled a sigh of relief, clearly exhausted. The grand formation that had shrouded all directions vanished, transforming into a hazy glow that hovered in waiting for Ouyang Yan’s return.

"The Eight Great Masters of the Ages have manifested!" A scholar exclaimed, his voice trembling with immense excitement.

Ouyang Yan was incredibly clever. Even though Xuanyuan Shuai’s reasoning sounded impeccable and the facts were as stated, Ouyang Yan saw through his true intentions with perfect clarity.

As soon as the old man with the bulbous nose sent his spiritual sense into Huang Xuanling’s dantian, he let out a sharp cry of alarm. His mouth hung wide open, and the look he gave Huang Xuanling was filled with strangeness, as if he were staring at a monster.

Even Yu Yin and Han Zhaoxuan, his two staunchest supporters, fell into a contemplative silence. While they did not voice their doubts aloud, they secretly felt that this method was somewhat risky.

Zhang Tianxing hurriedly reinforced the formation, seizing the opportunity to intersperse his attacks so that Daoxian could not focus his full strength on breaking the barrier.

"You seem quite unsatisfied, don't you? Or perhaps, you were hoping to encounter a predator?" Bian Jing did not address Li Jie’s words; by the time Li Jie finished hacking at the zombies, he had already vanished into the administration building. As for Li Jie’s complaints, Hai Lingjia only responded with a question tinged with a hint of sarcasm.

He also ran a physical business and understood how fierce competition was in the market. For ordinary goods, a twenty percent profit margin was considered remarkable. According to President Zhou, an eighty percent profit margin for an online store? That was no different from robbery.

Dark clouds gathered, obscuring the last remnants of light. In the blink of an eye, snow as thick as goose feathers began to swirl and scatter in the wind.

Wang Huan instinctively reached out both hands, using his fingers to plug his ears, which were already stuffed with cotton.

Below, on the left and right, the four great elders were seated in order. Even the twenty-some core inner-disciples of Mount Shu were seated below them, the atmosphere heavy and somber.

Aside from the trees planted by human hand in the past, the most flourishing growth was the wild grass.

Shen Linfeng watched the back of Ye Yurou as she disappeared beyond the door, a sense of foreboding clouding his heart.

Before the words had faded, the Chain of Sanctified Punishment extended another end, instantly binding the Immortal Venerable Iron Crutch as well.

"Does it matter? Does it not matter? I don't even know if it matters!" At this moment, Can Ri seemed lost in some memory; he looked somewhat dazed and foolish.

This was clearly the "Hundred Birds Pilgrimage Painting." Although Na Tie did not know why these birds revered the phoenix as a saint, he discovered by merging into the three-dimensional image that the birds were not looking at the phoenix at all. This was the very point that puzzled him.

Even one with the cultivation of the Great Heavenly Emperor felt his facial muscles twitch violently.

"I want to change my birthday to the Qixi Festival. From now on, every Qixi Festival will be my birthday." She declared her decision to her grandfather with the grave seriousness of an adult.

Su Yuyang collapsed into his chair, rubbing his cramping hand and saying, "I think my past decision to skip the signing events was the right one." There was a distinct sense of relief in his tone.

"What did you say? My cousin went to that brothel again?" The smile on Su Mengyao’s face suddenly froze, and she stared at Meixiang in astonishment.

I had intended to tell her to delay her trip to Singapore, but fate was cruel; I received devastating news: my eyes might go blind at any moment.

The eyes of the Fengyue Supreme, once full of laughter, turned deathly cold, and the cup in his hand was crushed into powder.

"The Canyue Palace is nearly here. Shall we fly straight in, or sneak inside?" Meixuelian, who had just arrived, asked Pan Yuhong.

From this, one could see just how important body tempering was; possessing a sturdy physique provided the possibility of success in many endeavors.

Following this, Zhang Li saw countless figures dancing within the black vortex; these figures were clearly ghosts.

Kui Gang stared at Xue Chong in dumbfounded silence. Although the barbarians felt nothing regarding slaughter, he found Xue Chong’s practice of killing captives difficult to comprehend. They disdained killing enemies who had already lost the ability to resist.

It was unclear what strategy Fang Xing and Zhan Lingjia had communicated. No sooner had Ye Qi finalized his plan than the two opponents struck suddenly, their onslaught as fierce as a gale and a downpour.

"Hmph, think? How can you think that? Do you still expect the Dragon-Tiger Holy Land to let our Peony Chamber of Commerce off the hook? Almost everyone knows that the Vice Sect Master of the Wild Goose Blade Sect is Yan'er’s maternal grandfather. Do you think the Dragon-Tiger Holy Land will spare us?" Hong Xifeng glared.

No matter where one went, someone at the fifth level of the Heavenly Heart Realm was considered a respected master. Yet, before Ye Qi, they seemed hardly more powerful than an ant. At that moment, everyone forgot that Ye Qi’s own true strength was only at the mid-fifth level of the Heavenly Heart Realm.

Li Luo gazed steadily at Wuyang. At such proximity, he could clearly see the delicate fuzz on Wuyang’s face—each strand soft, supple, and clinging obediently to her skin. Slowly, a flush of red spread across her face, washing over her earlobes and plunging directly into the fair skin of her neck.

Zhao Xin’s vital essence was truly limited, and the duration he could sustain it was very short. With a mere flash of white light, the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams Formation came to an end.

Let alone three thousand men, even five thousand would have been nothing more than a rabble in Xin Lan’s eyes.

The old Taoist’s cheeks twitched uncontrollably, his beard trembling slightly. This time, it was not out of anger at the man’s insolence, but out of terror and worry. If Li Luo merely banished them from Zhuocheng, it would be fine; the real fear was that Li Luo might settle old scores later, which would spell absolute catastrophe.