Fifty-two Whales

Holding the blade with his right hand, he flung it out and swiftly drew it back, holding it vertically in front of his chest. He braced his left arm behind the flat of the blade to ward off a heavy punch from Ji Ziming.

Qi Yao sat there resting her head in her hand, looking disconsolately. With her other hand, she tapped the air above Li Mei’s head repeatedly, though she never actually touched her from start to finish.

Shortly after, Mo Xueyan watched as the already tattered soul of the Black Sorcery True Man was directly incinerated into absolute nothingness by the Devouring Lotus.

Standing quietly to the side, he spoke with great earnestness. Now that these current matters had all been sorted out, he ought to carefully reflect upon everything that had transpired here. Under the subsequent circumstances, even if he were to simply remain like this, he still had to express his thoughts on the matter.

In contrast, the others were not nearly as fortunate. The master practitioners who had just taken their first step forward proved utterly incapable of withstanding three rounds against these Judges of Life and Death, before plunging out of the sky without the slightest warning.

This Dragon Prince possessed another distinctive trait: he never owed anyone anything, and even less would he allow others to owe him. "A favor of a single meal must be repaid, and the slightest grievance will be met with vengeance" was his motto.

I ignored her. I saw my husband spread his arms wide, and a fierce gale instantly arose. In an instant, dark Qi blotted out the sun and sky, leaving the world shrouded in a hazy gray. What was he doing? Since when could he use sorcery?

On this day, the group was walking along a mountain ridge. Below them lay a deep canyon, flanked by sheer cliffs on both sides, with only a narrow strip of blue sky visible between the jagged rocks. The terrain at the summit was exceedingly perilous, and those among the party with weaker martial arts couldn't help trembling with fear and clicking their tongues in secret as they walked along the precipitous cliffs.

Ji Ziming planted himself in a bow stance, both hands pressing down on his long halberd. The two appeared evenly matched, but several cracks began to appear along the nick of Bu Qianhuai’s waist saber. There was simply no help for it; Bu Qianhuai’s mastery of converting the intangible into the tangible through Qi manipulation could only manifest the strength of roughly a Mysterious-grade weapon using true essence.

A crimson thunderbolt crashed down. Beneath the blazing sun, Bu Qianhuai slowly opened his eyes to see lush trees surrounding him, the air filled with an energy that seemed to purify every single cell in his body.

Zhang Yongye felt a dull ache in his teeth, feeling as though Mu Hei was marching further and further down the path of a fool, even starting to wage a battle of wits against empty air.

Jiang Xian couldn't help feeling a momentary daze—the last time she had been this stunned was when the Imperial Noble Consort disregarded her own reputation to protect her from the dangerous duty of tending to the sick. Jiang Xian had always regarded the inner palace as her workplace, where the imperial consorts were her colleagues and the emperor was her boss.

"Sixty million isn't entirely out of the question. Originally, I intended to pay thirty million to have you work for me for five years. At sixty million, it might have to be ten years," Chen Hai said with a beaming smile.

Zhang Yongye had never heard such a powerless tone from Luo Changge. Completely devoid of her usual aloof and icy demeanor, he felt increasingly baffled.

Everyone in his family liked this item, but even if it were a size larger, it wouldn't yield that many slices; it was only good for a taste.

Lu Yu inwardly scoffed, then thought that if it were him, he wouldn't buy a new one either—why should employees spend their own money on company items? Being able to bring one from home to use for a bit was already good enough.

"It is indeed time to let her know. You make the call; whenever she moves over, the palace is already prepared for you," Duanmu Xu naturally wouldn't go against his younger brother's wishes.

While she was busy in the kitchen, a sudden shriek echoed from outside, sounding somewhat familiar.

It was rare for Gong Luming to latch onto a powerful backer—and a supreme one at that. If he wanted to produce results, he truly had to rely on Lei Lei this year.

An employer willing to allocate more funds and grant greater attention was an eagerly sought-after blessing. Jiang Xian did not need her child to place her above all else; she only wished for the child to do well. The very first word she taught her son was "Dad"—by having him turn to his father whenever issues arose, she cultivated the Emperor's sense of paternal responsibility.

Qi Song chuckled softly, raising a hand to ruffle Mi Guo’s fluffy, soft head. A smile tainted his eyes as he answered in a low, gentle tone, mimicking Mi Guo’s phrasing.

Qin Feng mobilized his vital blood, and a series of rumbling sounds echoed within his body. Behind him, three blood-qi wheels lit up in succession.

A deity's lifespan is infinite; who's to say that Fuxi and Liangying wouldn't still be alive by the time he completed missions in the Main God Space?

Yet, upon reflection, there had already been several times along this journey where I sensed as though someone were secretly watching us, and the faint aura I managed to detect hinted all the more that the person conducting this secret surveillance possessed a cultivation level far superior to my own.

However, weren't the actions of Lu Jie, the young master of the Lu clan, an insult to the Lu clan itself?

The aged Emperor was also filled with doubt as to why King Ning was in such a desperate rush to consummate things with Hua Yueqian. Hadn't he been crying and wailing just a few days ago, declaring that he only wanted to spend his life with the Ninth Sister? How could things change after merely two days?

Morin’s heart had already sunk. Although he had managed to defeat Lucas and the old witch, facing the genuine Pelgait still made him feel extremely insecure.

Morin wore a puzzled expression. This old man did not seem simple at all; judging by the methods he used to wield magic, he was far beyond the capability of ordinary wizards. Could he really be this lucky? To casually run into an unfathomably powerful wizard right out on the street?

As Jiang Liu absorbed endless lamp wicks along her path, the light atop the nine-colored glazed lamp situated at her heart position had now completely covered it.

This commotion startled almost the entire city of Suonan, and the sound even reached the competition venue of the Qingjiao Society, causing people both on and off the arena stage to turn their gazes toward the direction of Suonan City.

Never had she expected that even while falling ill, she would still keep thinking of me, Xu Feng muttered with a bitter inward smile.

He had explained this model to Dian Cheng numerous times over the past few days, finally managing to persuade this stubborn old bull to agree to participate in this kind of egalitarian, discussion-based military meeting.

Watching someone's eager expression, Bai Jiaojiao felt this was an opportune moment to bridge the distance between them.

The workers imported from Suzhou by the Nader Pavilion possessed fine skills, but due to the exploitation of several layers of middlemen, the wages they actually received were drastically lower than those of Hong Kong workers. Consequently, resentment would always manifest in their work.