Volume 1, Chapter 38: Stumbling Upon Such Wild Gossip
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Wang Er collapsed like a pile of mud, his body trembling uncontrollably. His face was frighteningly pale, with a deathly grayness fixed upon it.
He knew perfectly well that this time he had kicked an iron plate and provoked someone he absolutely could not afford to offend.
“M-My lord, please spare my life! I truly regret what I have done. From now on, I swear I’ll turn over a new leaf and never dare offend you again!” Wang Er begged in a trembling voice, tears catching in it.
A cold smile curled at the corner of Lu Yunduan’s lips. His gaze was as frigid as the winter wind, piercing straight through Wang Er’s fragile psychological defenses.
“Regret? Hmph. Men!”
Before the words had even left his mouth, several ironclad soldiers stepped forward in response, their movements perfectly synchronized, not—
The boy muttered curses under his breath as he reluctantly allowed himself to be forced into the outfit Yu Fei had chosen.
Then, on the day before Wen Shusheng was discharged from the hospital, the Wen family swiftly brought those wealthy young men to court.
Handing Han Lang over to the Charming Demon might truly produce an unexpected effect. Besides, Black Qilin did not believe Han Lang could play any tricks in front of the Charming Demon.
But now, it was clearly impossible. Luo Xue’s power was being suppressed by the Law of Despair, and with Han Lang suddenly launching an attack, the seventh blade of despair, Demon Severance, struck Luo Xue’s hand in an instant.
That day, they arrived at Xianyang, only a few days’ journey from Mount Hua. Nangong Xue had initially been anxious to hurry onward, but the thought that their reunion was truly close at hand filled her with sorrow, and her heart pounded like a drum.
The old man he hated and despised should have been lying in his marble tomb, slowly decaying into bones.
Li Yijie blocked several blows and gradually saw through the pattern of the attacks. Jiang Liechen’s martial arts were indeed superb, but compared with the former master of the estate, he was still somewhat inferior. Once Li Yijie noticed this, his confidence surged. He blended various unorthodox techniques into his moves, combining several styles into one.
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Yuchi Yuying turned her head and shouted. More than a dozen elders at the Deity Transformation stage immediately flew over and joined forces to establish a defensive formation around the area. It resembled a scarlet-glazed bowl, enclosing the entire Dao Discussion Platform within it.
Although the Phoenix clan possessed far less bloodline power than the Dragon clan, the Phoenixes could still look down upon countless other races—and there was good reason for that.
From a distance, Jinkui saw the splendid, magnificent gate, upon which three dignified characters were written: Star-Picking Tower.
Only then did she notice that Zizhao was wearing a brand-new garment: brilliant red Shu brocade, exquisitely embroidered, with a flying phoenix outlined in pure gold thread.
Instead, a sense of helplessness spread through her heart. Her entire palm, clenched at some unknown point, was slick with sweat. Even she could not have imagined that she could sweat so profusely.
Yin Jiuxuan’s expression twisted viciously. Black energy surged over both his hands, transforming into a streak of astral force that cleaved through space and roared downward.
When Shiyao saw Yun Shixuan lying on the bed, her face deathly pale and her life hanging by a thread, her entire heart felt as though it had been brutally torn apart.
When Xiao Yan suddenly wrapped an arm around her waist, the Jade Fairy’s whole body trembled. She instinctively tried to resist, and her palm had only just touched Xiao Yan’s chest when his gaze happened to sweep over and meet hers. Her five fingers quivered, and she said nothing more.
Liu Hai sighed in relief. Only now did she finally feel truly released from her burden. She had genuinely walked out of the mire of emotion and escaped the labyrinth of her feelings.
Yin Shixiu’s eyes were heavy with thought. He drew a deep breath, took a specimen bag from the car, and placed several short hairs with their follicles still attached inside it.
In truth, it was no wonder. After sprinting wildly all this way while suffering such severe injuries, lasting until now was already remarkable.
“Ah Jing, what do you want for dinner? I’ll go prepare something for you.” Ye Tianyu’s voice came from outside the door.
Wen Jing was furious and anxious. This man had an incredibly thick skin. She hated him so much, yet he still refused to leave, relying on the fact that his martial arts were superior to hers. How could she drive him away? How had she forced herself into such a predicament?
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Hei Zi began to cry inwardly again. His fate was truly wretched. Was there not a single decent person in the Divine Academy?
The Blood Purgatory had not vanished. It had merely been illuminated by a beam of light, causing it to grow somewhat dimmer. The flames of hell and the sea of blood had also died down a little, but after the Yaksha let out a furious roar, torrents of blood came surging in once more, pouring into the blood sea.
Dongfang Yi collapsed helplessly into a chair. Eric was right: his son still refused to acknowledge him. Should he find a time to visit Yiyi and his son? Perhaps once his son accepted him, Yixuan would relent as well.
Dongfang Yi’s words immediately drained Xia Yan’s face of color. Then Dongfang Yi raised his head and fixed her with a sharp gaze, causing a cold sweat to break out across her back.
“Um, I’m not feeling well. I’m going to the restroom!”
With that, Xia Yan fled from her seat as though escaping for her life.
Adela left with a smile and went to the Holy See to receive the pope. Recently, Parker’s strength had increased considerably, and he had already entered the ranks of the eighth tier. Even Yan Fei was left dumbfounded by such godlike speed. Even if the Holy See possessed secret techniques, surely they could not have brought about such a transformation.
Even the finest wine in the world of the God of Death might not surpass the few bottles Miyahiko had produced.
After receiving the guidance, Lu Qingyu and the others immediately gave it everything they had and raced toward the place where the mission had been issued.
The short, chubby man took a step back as soon as he heard this. The senior and junior disciples, who ordinarily obeyed the Second Senior Brother, followed suit and retreated to one side. Only Jun Hao remained, his eyes blazing as he coldly fixed them on Zhong Gu. The chill sword in his hand hissed with a keen resonance, and his battle intent shook the heavens and earth.
Yue Longtian turned his head and saw Long Feiyu making her way toward him. His heart stirred inexplicably.
Seeing Lin Tian charge toward him menacingly, the Spring Emperor, whose soul power was already nearly exhausted, did not dare receive the attack and hurriedly retreated several steps. His superior-grade spiritual weapon had just been cleaved apart by Lin Tian’s treasured blade. If he took another blow, it would likely suffer the same fate as the Golden Emperor’s spiritual weapon and shatter completely.
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