Chapter 56

She couldn't help but secretly clench her fists. Although this scumbag possessed a despicable character, his strength was unquestionable. When on earth would she be able to slay her enemy with her own hands?

Hearing the sound, Ding Peng immediately raised his head, but due to the angle and the obstruction of the cliff, he could not immediately see what it was.

Traya remained silent, saying nothing, but her fingernails, painted with dark red nail polish, dug deeply into her palms as she gripped her fists tightly.

The mute could not speak, but his hearing was fine. He gestured with his hands while shaking his head, meaning that Liu Yanguni had not returned.

It seemed that the infused power was too overwhelming, making his body struggle to endure it. The Iron-Blood Marquis's entire body aura fluctuated wildly, as if completely out of control, and droplets of blood oozed out through his pores.

Had the other party's strength not been negligible, and had he not been in the middle of a transaction, given his personality, with these people surrounding him and brandishing weapons, he would have long since turned hostile and slaughtered them one by one.

Now that Shen Cong had evolved to the nuclear-level talent, with the Vajra Fortress boasting formidable defense and the Four-Legged Dragon serving as a powerful assistant—more than enough to handle terrestrial situations—he decided it was just the right time to head over to Shanghai and take a look.

The Li family's representative had no choice but to drop the matter, yet the grievance in his heart lingered stubbornly, especially for Li Zuole, whose status within the family had plummeted drastically. Therefore, he had to redeem himself and recover his lost face.

Liu Xiu was a transmigrator who had arrived here in a muddled daze, whereas this Human Emperor had fought his way through sheer, overwhelming might.

At this thought, Ding Peng's heart stirred as he recalled that he still possessed a trump card: the Primordial Merit seed. His Primordial Merit had now reached level 5, and he had accumulated two seeds without ever finding a suitable opportunity to use them. Utilizing one on Hu Weiming could hardly be considered a waste.

Seeing Tingxue's horrified expression, Leng Feixue assumed Tingxue had been unaware of this beforehand and was thus frightened.

Li Zhishuio was not a frivolous person, and his behavior certainly could not be explained away by a simple bout of anxiety and insecurity... I was eager to soothe his unease, but as for marriage, it was something I simply could not accept at present.

Zhao Hui and Li Zhenguo returned to the tour bus. The tourists had not all gathered yet, but after waiting for about ten more minutes, everyone finally arrived. The bus started and drove toward the next tourist destination.

Yet, years later, having lived through that trial, we ought to have learned our lesson—we were destined to have no future together.

Choosing between the one you love and your family is the most difficult dilemma in the world. As a responsible and committed man, Li Zhishuio's greatest internal conflict stemmed from his desire to achieve perfection in both loyalty and righteousness. And perhaps his greatest agony was knowing clearly within his heart that perfection in both was impossible; he could only choose one.

Ye Yin's body, which had bolted upright in excitement, froze. Her features contorted grotesquely, and her entire body assumed a bizarre posture, her pitch-black eyes staring blankly ahead.

"No need, no need, I can go by myself." With that, Leng Feixue left without causing a single ripple.

"Enlisting in the military?" Li Nuo hung out with him every day and had never heard him mention it. As soon as those words left his mouth, they immediately caught our attention.

A corner of the paper was heavily creased, causing Jin Yexuan to involuntarily freeze in place, lifting his eyes in disbelief.

Du Fangdong looked significantly haggard. When they had met last time, she had still been dressed with opulent luxury, yet in just a few short days, she looked like an aging woman past her prime.

"If I never wake up in this lifetime, will you take care of me forever, even if it's only out of guilt?" After pondering for a long while, Wen Qiyan finally parted his lips and asked slowly.

The ten individuals had been thoroughly enraged by Lin Xiao's words. Before Old Wu could speak, a man let out a furious roar and lunged directly off the giant eagle's back. Wielding a long sword that trailed a dazzling array of sword Qi, he slashed fiercely toward Lin Xiao.

As for Ye Zhe and his party, the moment they charged into the Tower of Death, they immediately sensed a dense demonic aura washing over them, coupled with an atmosphere thick with death. Now, the true life-and-death battle for everyone was about to begin.

Ladies and gentlemen: this single movement by the Muddled Immortal was no trivial matter—it was precisely what led to the tale of "Da Yu Controlling the Floods."

The old man turned pale, a boundless fury flashing in his eyes as he gazed at the terrifying aftershock, a lingering sense of fear gripping his heart. However, just as he was about to bark a reprimand at the figures below, a shadow suddenly materialized within his field of vision.

The head teacher still held a certain degree of authority at the school, so Ye Zi simply could not fathom how Aijia had persuaded the teacher to change her mind!

He tried desperately to open his eyes to see what his surroundings looked like, but no matter how hard he tried, it was entirely in vain. A moment later, a sudden brightness filled his vision, and he saw a perfectly regular circular halo appear ahead of him. Within the halo, all seven colors were present, shifting in a continuous, dynamic motion.

"Brother Bingchen, where on earth did you go?" An entire morning had passed, and Brother Bingchen still hadn't returned to campus. Taking advantage of the lunch break, Bingxue hurriedly dialed his phone.

"Still no," Zhang Qingsong stubbornly refused. Such a prime opportunity did not present itself every day.

Cang Lei ultimately still had his moments of failure. He was immobilized by four stone golems, and then all the remaining golems swarmed forward, forming a massive stone sphere that sealed Cang Lei tightly inside, rendering him completely immobile. No matter how hard Cang Lei struggled, even pushing the power of the earth spirit to its absolute limit, he was simply unable to break free.

"How is this possible?" Seeing this, Han Yi wore an expression of sheer disbelief. He watched as the armored youth effortlessly neutralized the crisis, his figure shooting forward like a bolt of lightning as he charged straight toward him.

Wen Yang couldn't be bothered to retort. He slid the radio back beneath his pillow, pulled the blanket over himself, and lay down.