Chapter 52

My blood will not have been shed in vain. Li Tianyi said this with a chilling look in his eyes and a rigid tone, without the slightest bit of softening.

I understand your feelings. It is my fault for not making myself clear; I was wrong. Mo Xiaosheng smiled generously. Under such dire circumstances, he was willing to believe every word Jin Yaqin said, just as she had once remarked that suspicion would not help them break through the Gates of the Blood Realm.

After walking closer, Yi Feng discovered that the shelf was covered in a thick layer of dust, as if no one had touched this place for a very long time.

What must come will come, and what must be faced cannot be avoided; we shall deal with whatever arises! Chai Hua, Hu Liwei, and Brother Jie also arrived outside the hall.

This was something he could not possibly allow, so he wanted to drop the battle here and go see what on earth had happened over there.

The hope of survival once again injected vitality into the group, and exerting their last ounce of strength, they followed closely behind Feng Han.

Just as the pyramid was about to rip through space and depart, the Emperors Yan and Huang suddenly reached out their hands and gave a gentle pinch. The space surrounding the pyramid shattered instantly, leading to a spatial seal where that bizarre pyramid failed to vanish in a split second.

Upon entering the secret chamber, Hun Feng caught a whiff of a rotting stench. Under the dim lamplight, he could see scattered human bones littering the passageway.

Chai Hua could tell that this Guo Jinggang belonged to the type of person suffering from congenital analgesia, which explained his reaction. It was yet another trait fitting the profile of a criminal.

Hearing Long Yunfeng's words, Athena's expression remained unchanged. She merely swung her Scepter of Victory fiercely, and Long Yunfeng instantly felt as though he were facing a million sharp blades.

He did not casually state his real name as he had previously done when he was with Master Ming, but instead reported his pugilistic alias.

For some reason, there was still a massive amount of food inside, and Wu Yan also discovered a spatial Dharma artifact within, quite similar to the gourd-shaped vessel he had previously bought to store spirit wine and spirit spring water. It was filled to the brim with a vast amount of spirit spring water, easily tens of thousands of cubic meters. What could such an enormous quantity of spirit spring water possibly be used for?

Chu Ningyue had been listening all along. The first half of what Liu Mang said made her feel that this fellow actually had a bit of insight.

As this filthiness continued to multiply, Su Yuan's skin also took on a baby-smooth luster, and every single muscle fiber was imbued with formidable strength.

Ever since this Iron Box Immortal was brought back by Yang Yi, the latter had instructed him to secretly forge some precision machinery, so he usually stayed within his own courtyard and never went out.

This charitable orphanage was already operating at a deficit, and the children here were doing well just to survive; naturally, there could never be any residential teachers to care for them round the clock.

Furthermore, the silk threads produced by the Ice Silkworm Soul Pearl after being calcined by fierce flames differed from ordinary ice silkworm silk. They were impervious to fire, simultaneously sharp and resilient, and could even be used as unorthodox weaponry with immense destructive power.

In the territory of the Huawu Sect, Wu Yan rented a relatively decent courtyard. After activating the courtyard's restrictive array and releasing three flying ants to stand guard, Wu Yan entered the immortal pearl once again to recover his cultivation.

Liu Yang had not expected that the delicate and charming princess before him would be so vicious in her heart. A surge of malevolence rose from the ground, and his eyes grew somewhat cold. With his cultivation, subduing this arrogant princess before him would be as easy as turning over his hand.

Because, judging from Ling's evasive silence, although she could not directly refuse the question, she could at least sidestep it.

Of course, those so-called viral internet hits are of the exact same caliber. As for the reason why such a standard can still become popular, one can only say that in the current era of internet explosion, many people merely find it a novelty, but the shelf life of such works is short-lived. Once the novelty fades, they ultimately can only sink into obscurity.

You are right; they are indeed a cult. Li Muzi looked at Lin Canghai with an approving gaze. Lin Canghai was momentarily stunned upon receiving that look—even spouting nonsense had somehow hit the mark.

Lin Canghai and his brothers walked out of the police station feeling rather depressed, unable to fathom what had just transpired. They had done a good deed, yet ended up in a police station being interrogated left and right. Recalling the stern demeanor of the police officers earlier, Lin Canghai could only shake his head and sigh.

Great Wind... The man sharing the vehicle with Old Gao was called Great Wind. He tried to regain control of the car, but it was uncontrollable, and he watched helplessly as it crashed into a tree.

After the current Langguan competition concludes, regardless of what ranking you achieve, this Palace can recommend you for the position of Captain of the Right Camp in the Dark Moon Legion. Liu Ning placidly set down her teacup and slowly spoke.

Even the three men in black were beginning to struggle with their resistance, their entire bodies covered in a network of cracks.

Some things are actually very easy to talk about—you just have to open your mouth. However, many things that are easy to talk about are not easy to put into practice at all. Lin Feng was currently witnessing just such a situation, and he also learned of yet another matter.

Three breaths later, nothing was left of the old man save for a patch of ashes. After burying the earth, Beichen took a square stone tablet out of his storage ring. The tablet was two feet long, one foot wide, and half a foot thick. He extended a finger and carved a few characters onto it, then erected the stone tablet before the grave.