Chapter Three: The Shadowless Kick

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Ram, who was focused on cooking, was not entirely unaware of the situation. Shortly after, Rob returned to the riverbank, dragging the corpse of his toast son up the mountain to feed the ferocious beasts dwelling there.

“Hmph, then we shall fight to the death!” Emperor Sanxian brandished his long spear, ready to engage the Bone-Slaying Emperor in combat himself once the defensive formation was breached, buying time.

At this moment, Black Impermanence, White Impermanence, and the Jade-Faced Ghost each took a step back, somewhat frightened yet uncertain of what was truly unfolding.

Takahashi Jiro immediately brushed the dust off his uniform, straightened it, and then departed with his soldiers.

The two listened awkwardly as a squad of comrades reported numbers. Having both served as soldiers and often interacted with special forces, they had never heard of using numbers directly without code names. But considering it was a secret special forces unit, such differences were to be expected.

The Rising Stars list held little allure for Chu Mu, so he turned his attention to the Holy Son rankings. Chu Gongzi still held the top spot, but the rest of the rankings had shifted considerably.

“Teacher Chu, please sit with grandpa first; I’ll go prepare the meal!” Ma Zhuang said, then turned and entered the kitchen.

Many sons of divine emperors maintained their monarch-level cultivation, hoping to forge their own unique path and become first-rate divine emperors.

It immediately changed its attitude, losing patience to waste words with me, its voice filled with a chilling coldness that sent shivers down my spine.

This beam contained an erasing aura, seemingly intent on obliterating everything. Ning Yang was momentarily stunned, then realized, “Isn’t this the power of the Eye of Erasure? It appears you’ve refined those supreme treasures.” Instantly, Ning Yang countered with a punch, unleashing the Supreme Divine Fist and extinguishing the beam.

Yi Ling snorted, “You call yourself Wukong? Why not Great Sage Equal to Heaven? Could it be your former master gave you that name?”

She had hoped that tonight, drunk and without reason, she might share a one-night stand with Yi Feng, leaving no regrets and finally bidding farewell to her inner delusions, remaining friends only. Yet Yi Feng was unromantic, which left her vexed.

The tide for the Human Emperor was set; they had no choice, but Yang Fan must not be allowed to leave alive.

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Gao Ang was by now completely accustomed to Luoqi’s antics. Originally, with only the lowest level permissions, the number of items he could wish for had been drastically reduced.

It struggled to quell its resentment, reluctant as it was, and after being ignored for so long, it was unsure whether the two before it would truly walk away without a word. If they did, it would be powerless to act. It feared it might never again encounter such a fat opportunity.

One advantage of training long-term in areas rich with spiritual energy was that Caocao could finally interact with outside objects, thus being far more helpful to Gu Nuannuan.

The elite families—did they still need these? A flicker of displeasure crossed his eyes as he reached to remove the hand Xu Hange had grasped. Unexpectedly, the door opened from outside.

Yet she refused! She did not want to buy it; she wanted him to make it with his own hands. Only then did it hold meaning for her. But all this was merely a dream.

Messages from two systems appeared almost simultaneously, followed by a chime indicating a letter had arrived in Chu You’s backpack. He completely ignored the notification, already knowing its contents.

No matter how vast the world, her only reliance was the warm, strong hand that Baili pulled hers with.

Yuan Lei’s low voice made Long Chen and the tense Vos nearby understand the whole story.

Another elder nodded in surprise, looking at Leidong and Zhuge Ming with approval. Though both were at the peak Divine Lord realm, their strength was exceptional. If they could command stronger Yin spirits, they might break through and ascend to the rank of Supreme God.

“Where is she going?” Leidong followed close behind, unconcerned about being discovered; with his power, it was unlikely.

I smiled bitterly and told him that I never wished to be enemies with my fellow disciples, nor to betray the sect, but I had no choice. Brother Xuanxin also smiled, pulling me up and solemnly saying he too did not wish to be my enemy.

Xue Wang Congqiao Longzi stood aside. Hearing this, his narrow eyes glinted with suspicion. Though not close in daily life, as a close elder, Xue Wang Cong could not remain unmoved by such misfortune.

What dreadful omen could have caused the master to speak so? And what power had shaken the master’s confidence so deeply?

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Because Li Zhixun had also studied all of Ye Mu’s recent chess games, he had gained some understanding of Ye Mu’s playing style and the opening arrangements. Therefore, forcing Ye Mu onto a path she wanted was an exceedingly difficult task.

To prevent the children from feeling embarrassed about eating, they sat scattered apart, each responsible for two children. As Zhao Min put it, the key was to ensure the children enjoyed their meals.

Holding her breath, Mu Wanqiu watched tensely outside the car. Just as Huangpu Yu was about to lift the car curtain, Mu Wanqiu let out a startled cry, turning to push Li Jun down, using her body to shield his face.

According to the laws of the Dashing Empire, a commoner assaulting an official was a serious crime, sometimes even linked to treason.

Under the watchful eyes of Chen Lin and the Golden Arm Blade, a slightly intoxicated Jian Mingyue was helped into the carriage by the eunuch. The charming young master, too drunk to steady the horse, could not walk alone.

He gently squeezed, realizing the water dragonfly was hollow inside and easily crushed like a balloon. Only then did he understand it was just an empty dragonfly shell.

Zheng's family was about to speak, but Yu Zhiyi did not give her the chance. Approaching Yu Chunyue, she pressed a talisman onto his forehead.

Gao Mei-niang resumed her secret embroidery behind closed doors. The workshop in front processed embroidered fabric at a constant rate, and the solitary house in the back garden opened twice daily. Over seven days, this produced thirty-two semi-finished pieces.

Compared to the ever-grumbling matriarch Xu of the main household, Old Tian was even more detestable—fully aware yet pretending deafness.

If not for the black murderous aura betraying her restless mood, anyone seeing her now at rest would never suspect she was dangerous.

Long ago, while using the old tree’s power to overlook the ancient city ruins, Lin Yi had already mapped out the general layout of the outer city.