Volume One, Chapter 31: Deliberate Targeting

Seeing the chicken leg, Luo Wusheng completely forgot that she had just been looking at the Ghost-Faced Ancient Jade to ask who had eaten her chicken. "Good girl..." she murmured, reaching out with her greasy hands toward the chicken leg on the plate.

What is loneliness? Even if one were the only person left under the vast heavens, what of it? For those who refuse to be ordinary, loneliness is something to rely upon. A master is lonely; if one cannot endure solitude or withstand loneliness, how can one dare to challenge the heavens or defy destiny? How can one find a path to walk?

Ye Ge stared blankly at these giant boulders for a moment. He did not summon the dragon; after passing the second statue of the holy beast, he had seen through it—he could not defeat anything, and besides, the creature was utterly disloyal.

Sect disciples who held grudges against Su Mu pursued him one after another. Some sought to kick a man while he was down, some were there to watch the spectacle, and others came to avenge their senior brothers and sisters. They were everywhere, numbering at least three hundred.

"Let’s deal with the Glazed Silver-Water Lion first. I, too, wish to see exactly what kind of strength you possess to be honored as the 'Miraculous Hand' Jing Han." Xu Suhan flipped his wrist, drew the Frost-Cold Sword from his storage bracelet, and spoke to Jing Han.

Although David Slade had given him a good dressing-down in the office, that was then. Now, he was an actor in the film crew; his status was different, and naturally, his situation was different as well.

"What kind of tree is this?" Although Chu Xun was highly accomplished in the way of alchemy, he could not recognize this tree, nor did he know what kind of fruit it was meant to bear.

Chen Haoran stood at the main entrance of the City Hospital and slowly looked up. He took a cigarette from his pocket, only to realize he had left his lighter in Su Hong’s emergency room. His expression turned one of helplessness.

Lin Xin’s words made Chu Xun’s heart skip a beat. Watching Lin Xue, who was veiled in black gauze, approach him slowly, Chu Xun felt terrified. As someone whose mind was filled with the concept that all people are equal, the sudden arrival of a "master" to whom he would become a mere pet was a truly horrific prospect.

To be honest, although Fang Yan had integrated the memories of this body, he had little recollection of these parents he had never met. Perhaps this body’s personality was too solitary and cold, lacking deep emotional attachments, or perhaps too much time had passed, and the memories had worn away.

During the winter break, I plan to return to my hometown to find a part-time job to earn some money. No matter what, I cannot simply use those fifty thousand yuan from Jian Dan for nothing.

This battle was no longer about heavy fire support; they were preparing to engage the enemy using the methods of cultivators. The soldiers outside were ready to provide cover, and if the situation became untenable, they would retreat immediately; the heavy sniper rifles in the distant watchtowers would create an opportunity for their withdrawal.

"Keep a close watch." Zhuang Jian did not linger; after setting down his tray, he turned to tell his bodyguard and then retreated.

While he was actively engaging the enemy, those who were fleeing kept a constant eye on the situation. Seeing him pause and become sluggish, they immediately moved in to rescue him.

The middle-aged man had sharp features and an extraordinary bearing. Although his aura was restrained, he still possessed a formidable, intimidating presence.

Furthermore, being able to participate in the Trial Road was a great honor for the young people of the Cangxuan Region, especially for a third-grade sect like their Lingwu Sect.

Several missiles whistled down from the defense lines. A moment ago, it had been silent, but suddenly the shrieking sound became ear-piercing. A bolt of thunder was unleashed, but after traveling a hundred meters, it dissipated powerlessly, still kilometers away from its target.

It eventually took on a shape similar to fox ears, with mysterious, dark stripes densely covering the back of them.

Opposite him, Ye Lin was no less capable. Although he was only at the early stage of the Dan Realm, his internal energy was exceptionally profound, and his physique was incredibly powerful. Sharp sword energy crisscrossed the air, as if it were about to cleave the sky in two.

Before long, the group arrived at the plaza, where a large, wide stage had been erected, likely built overnight.

Le Xiang paused, then quickly guessed the situation, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

With Matt and his bodyguards there, and me standing empty-handed, if a fight were to break out, I would undoubtedly be the one to suffer.

Le Xiang was hesitating about whether to say something when a pair of hands reached out from beside her, nimbly untying the belt of her bathrobe.

Only she, without changing her expression or blushing, became the most sought-after prize, driving the monarchs of the world to madness over her.

A true headless knight possesses immense strength and is extremely sensitive to gazes. Moreover, headless knights are undead creatures that despise and hate the living; it would be impossible for it not to detect the presence of a living human, even if it were currently facing sideways.

I held onto the neck of the Black Qilin and looked toward the altar. The scattered white bones had already been cast aside by Zhuoma Ji, and now only a pile of glowing charcoal remained.

In my sleep, my soul did not leave my body, but I was still dialing the "ghost phone." Zheng Xiumin answered and asked me how the battle was going.

"Vice President Qian, aren't we off the clock?" Gao Han wiped the grease from his lips and explained. He deliberately emphasized the words "Vice President," intending to remind this comrade that he had not yet been promoted to a permanent position.

"That is..." Mr. Edward began to say, sounding very satisfied, but just then, a slight complication occurred, suddenly interrupting his words.

After Qu Lishang took the wine, he could smell the fragrance emanating from the sealed jar before he had even opened it.

The Burial Spirit Sky Tiger clan could not yet be notified. Once the master of the Burial Spirit Sky Tiger clan descended, those two would surely die. In the current situation, how could they possibly notify the clan?

However, without realizing it, Xiao Bing'er’s attitude toward Long Hao was undergoing a subtle change—a fact that neither Xiao Bing'er nor even Long Hao had yet noticed.