Volume 1, Chapter 50: Apology

With these words, Dong Qianqian once again witnessed the sinister side of human nature. She should never have shown weakness from the very beginning; even if she were nothing more than an ant, she should have torn a few chunks of flesh off Tian Youguang. That way, she wouldn't have been looked down upon or treated like roadside weeds to be trampled on at will.

Dong Qianqian's gaze instantly turned as sharp as ice blades, with two chilling, flickering flames dancing in the depths of her eyes, seemingly capable of burning away all obstacles in her path. The two burly men standing right at the front, facing her directly, were thoroughly startled by that gaze. Shivering with a chill of dread, they felt the urge to retreat. "Now that little Tian has left and we're no longer needed here, we'll just be on our way..."

"Wait, who said..."

Bai Momomo was even more worried—not because she was concerned about what might happen to Leng Zhi, but rather out of fear that something might go wrong once Leng Zhi came out.

Three days later, Na Ran regained consciousness and was transferred to a standard ward. Yet, to everyone's surprise, her very first request upon waking up was to see Shi Mingxun.

When he returned clad in glory and success, he had thought that seeing her again would fill him with hatred. While hatred did exist, it was not as fierce as his love; that special place in his heart had always been reserved for her, never changing and impossible to sever.

Su Ruoshui felt the heartache more than anyone else, but she remained extremely rational. She was not like the ancients who attached such overwhelming importance to corpses.

Many people say I am too casual. I usually consider that a compliment, as it shows I have an attitude, meaning at least I am living for myself. I care not whether I live up to anyone, unbound by worldly conventions and unchanged by my surroundings.

Although Ling Yujue was an imperial prince, he was also a man who had been through the battlefield, carrying a distinct and formidable aura.

The second piece of equipment radiating a white glow turned out to be a black, scale-composed armor robe! It looked like iron armor, yet felt soft to the touch. Styled much like a long robe, its appearance was exceptionally striking.

"This young lady comes every day to sell candied haws, so she will naturally come today as well," the man smiled and said.

"Why won't you just be a little more obedient?" the man responded with some displeasure, taking a drag of his cigarette and blowing a large ring of smoke straight into Tian Ya's face.

"Commander Hu, please do not joke. Your forces are not currently under the jurisdiction of the New Thirty-Third Army; you ought to obey the orders of Chairman Chiang in Chongqing!" Lord Yan was entirely determined to treat Hu Guoshan as an independent army commander and detach his troops from the New Thirty-Third Army.

Luo Xi strode into the plaza, picked up a long sword, settled firmly into a horse stance, and began practicing swordsmanship.

The process of gathering herbs was simple, tedious, and dull. Number Three Silver Fox patrolled not far from me, ensuring my safety.

He Wenyue and Li Tieguai exchanged glances and instantly withdrew, while Canyue and Ruhua tried desperately to stop them, leaving the two unable to break free.

The Demon God's son, Han Lang, was actually at the half-step divine meridian realm? Just like the Chaos Triplet Brothers? At this moment, everyone in the Chaos Lake seemed to understand why Han Lang was hailed as the number one genius of the Divine-Demon Continent.

However, the Japanese commander remained eerily quiet—so quiet that it felt quite abnormal. For instance, those vehicles parked outside the headquarters had not moved an inch since the scout first entered the city to investigate. Even though the tire of one vehicle had gone completely flat, no one bothered to fix it.

Although Anye Yun's moves were nimble and ruthless, his offensive momentum was invariably blocked a step ahead, and his vital pressure points were constantly kept under control. Breaking free would not be easy, at least not right away.

In truth, the age of a company commander was hardly much older than that of the ordinary soldiers; some privates were even older than their commanders. However, in an outfit like the New Thirty-Third Army, anyone with a shred of competence who survived two major battles would somehow manage to become a platoon leader.

Nonetheless, those nine figures remained undaunted, continuing to charge relentlessly at Han Lang with a fearless disregard for death, vowing not to rest until he was slain.

"I don't know what you people did to Alpha, but the birthday trial must go on," Wang Zhaoqian said with a firm and resolute tone.

Only then did everyone realize they had lost their way. Although this southeastern region was not as treacherous to traverse as the northwestern deserts or the southwestern mountain ranges, it still featured a couple of rugged mountain chains. Having just stepped off the official highway into the forest these past few days, they had run into this piece of bad luck.

Not only for the Lingyu Sect, for her elder sister, and for Gu Ziwei in order to take the first step toward reforming this world, but also for Jiang Wuwei to steer the deviated Tao of demons back onto the correct path after a thousand years.

An Wangye rested his head on his sister's lap. An Wangyue peeled a fresh orange with her slender fingers and fed the segments into An Wangye's mouth one by one. He mechanically opened his mouth and swallowed, gazing at his sister's face from an unusual angle, though his view was frequently blocked by certain bountiful features.

The representative of the sentient beings path had kept a low profile previously and never actively participated in discussions; now, people finally noticed that the representative of this path was an elderly man in his sixties.

Liu Ying'er whipped out her crop first, while Gu Ziwei raised her sword to parry. From the arena stage up into the sky, the figures of the two kept flashing continuously.

Li Jihuang fell into deep thought, suddenly realizing that if Wen Yun entered the realm alongside him, she would only tie his hands, and accidents in battle might easily endanger her.

He took a deep breath. He had chased for several hundred meters, chasing and chasing, until finally even the other party's shadow vanished from sight.

Furious, the crowd drew their swords and rushed toward Li Jihuang. Witnessing this, a cold smile crept onto his lips as he snatched up a nearby tree branch and charged forward.

No matter what, Yang Lijuan was still a mother after all. A tiger would not devour its own cubs, and it was utterly impossible for her to treat her two children differently.

"Alright, Old Ma, I was just joking. Don't be upset; we are still business partners," Lu Haoran said leisurely.

At 8:00 PM, Grandma and the others gathered in the corridor of the third-floor surgical ward, waiting for the attending physician, Zhang Hong.

Right now, a massive surge of magic power was welling up within her body. Once she completely absorbed the one-and-a-half-million-year cultivation transferred to her by Crimson Flame, she would have ample capital to confront Nether.

"A woman's a woman, getting this worked up over a few words. I suggest you stop competing with me; the worst-case scenario is I can gift you a few when I have time," the man said, getting carried away with himself as he arched his brows with an utterly lewd expression.

With drooping eyelids and a lifeless expression, he jammed the key into the keyhole and then turned it with his eyes closed.

The longer it lasted, the heavier that terror grew, because you never knew whether your wait would ever bring about the blossoming of flowers.

"Evildoers reap what they sow; I've long understood that truth, but it seems you don't. Since you chose to act like a villain, why didn't you consider the consequences when your deeds came to light?" Helian Haya looked at her with utter indifference, as though her vicious curses posed not the slightest threat.

Hearing Mu Zi'ang's call, Ye Qingcheng abruptly raised her head to look at him and softly acknowledged his words.

The vital energy and blood within his body surged once more. The masked man's complexion shifted from dark to greenish, from greenish to red, from red to purple, and finally settled into an ashen grey. The bones in his tightly clenched fists ground together with audible cracks.

She pressed that phone number once more, and then checked the exact time and date of the incoming call.

Was it her? A terrifying question mark echoed loudly in her mind. Bai Yuruo held half of his shares; if she aggressively bought up scattered retail shares, she would become Saint-Elte's largest shareholder.

"Old Daoist, are you truly certain your formation can trap this Zhantian Ba?" the bloody monk asked in a low voice.

The sword gleam soared across the heavens like a golden rainbow, sweeping through the firmament and striking down the three puppet talisman soldiers rushing at the front with the "Nascent Soul Swordsmanship."