Brainless Humans

And it was precisely this groundless rumor that attracted even more cultivators, leaving Xu Wuyou with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. Could this be considered lifting a rock only to drop it on his own feet?

He calmly issued his orders. Though Chen Lin wanted to say something, not knowing what to say, he could only reply in compliance.

Unlike the terrifying Mites, his surrender to Mastema was merely a helpless choice born of absolute rationality. After all, apart from a few fools, no one would regard the barren and chaotic Lawless Zone as paradise.

Originally, Xu Wuyou had intended to speak up and remind the cultivators of the two major factions to be cautious. But after a second thought, he decided against it, feeling it was entirely unnecessary. If the two factions lacked even that basic level of judgment, they might as well give up trying to survive.

Eyes were of no use either. Amidst such heavy dust, even a sprite could not see the world beneath the particles.

"Made of gold?" My eyes lit up as I snatched the bullet and bit it with my teeth, so infuriating Thorne that he nearly suffered a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot.

Within the spiritual realm, a thunderous dragon roar suddenly exploded, bursting forth with a desolate and hoarse, mournful cry. A physical-like spiritual shockwave shook the void, sending ripples visible to the naked eye spreading out in all directions.

Seeing no movement whatsoever, Shiva wore a gloomy expression and roared angrily once more. Under the vibrations, the glass of the Bai family villa suddenly shattered into pieces.

Utterly unafraid, Ye Tian formed hand seals, unleashing the third form of the Divine Secret and God Descends upon the World. A purple armored giant materialized and smashed forward with a single punch.

At the time, she had even asked if she could take precautions against the Seven Deadly Sins, only to be told that her authority level was insufficient.

On March 8th, Wang Hai received a call from He Muhui. The second oil tanker, the Sea Breeze, had been completed and was scheduled for official launch on March 9th, at which time Wang Hai was invited back to preside over the celebration.

Though he belonged to the Yagyu family, even he did not know who his biological parents were. After enduring much gift-giving, flattery, and kneeling to recognize a godmother not much older than himself as his foster mother, he finally managed to secure a managerial position.

He Qiang also glanced somewhat surprised toward the tree, but only caught sight of Lin Yu’s back, as Yun Qinyan happened to be blocked entirely by Lin Yu.

As he was about to head out, he reminded Zhao Huangyu once again not to bring up the matter anymore, and Zhao Huangyu nodded in agreement.

He pinched his thumb heavily with his fingernail, recovering a modicum of sanity, and thought to himself: The sprite’s cultivation is growing deeper by the day.

Yuan Donglai suddenly recalled that fleeting glance he caught when he broke into the courtyard the other day, and only then realized who was inside the carriage, prompting him to turn back for another look. Seeing this, Yuyan inevitably grew suspicious. Remembering that Yuan Donglai had once met Moon Lady, she gritted her teeth and cursed under her breath, "Vixen."

Xiao Yuan and his two companions widened their eyes. Even as veterans tempered by the fires of life and death battlefields, their gazes were currently filled with terror and despair, as if they had caught sight of the Grim Death Scythe. Suddenly, an airtight expanse of white smoke filled the air, instantly enveloping the entire abandoned room and thoroughly swallowing up the reaper's scythe of the dark night.

"At, at that time, I didn't know what was happening either, but I just felt a very gentle force surrounding me, making my heart grow completely calm, and that was how I managed to jump down," Semi said.

Yet what had her husband's family ever given them? Up until now, a major portion of his salary still had to be sent back to his hometown, leaving behind only enough for his pocket money, meaning Wang Zhihua’s salary effectively had to cover all the household expenses.

In response, Wen Jian did not pursue. His gaze shifted to see that in the distance, Miemie had already taken the Wheel of Years and ridden away on the wind. Anxious for Miemie's safety, he hurriedly transformed into a beam of light and gave chase.

Wukong's mind raced as he said to Fengling, "Are you willing to leave?" Fengling hesitated for a moment before nodding fiercely. After taking a deep breath, Wukong's eyes burst forth with incomparably brilliant radiance, the golden light binding Fengling's originally dim form, while a pitch-black rift opened between Wukong and Fengling.

Within a few breaths, Shen Tianlong had his entire body enveloped in golden battle armor, with a dozen or so towering spikes protruding from his spine, resembling a golden divine dragon possessing a mortal vessel.

Du Chenyi, handsome, heroic, and in the prime of his youth, had a future bright with limitless potential. Such a young cultivator of extraordinary, saint-like talent was truly a dragon among men. Given time, as his cultivation accumulated and matured, spreading his wings further would be a natural and effortless progression.

Those Primordial Spirits, Martial Fates, and numerous disciples who had been intoxicated by the spectacle gradually regained their clarity, their faces filled with lingering reluctance. For many, an opportunity as rare and unrepeatable as today's might only come once in a lifetime.

A look of terror flickered in Yao San's eyes when he realized the hand covering his mouth belonged to Yao Qifa. That terrified gaze flickered incessantly, though Yao Qifa's calm look brought him a measure of reassurance. He understood the meaning behind the other's expression and let out a low moan, nodding to indicate he understood.

This collision was utterly abrupt and completely unexpected by the Primordial Spirit Martial Fates present, especially the one from Green Sheep Palace. When directly facing Zhao Han's unreasonable charge, the phrase "unstoppable" involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

"I'm hungry, let's eat first and talk while we eat!" Seeing Yuan Yuesheng looking somewhat embarrassed, Li Siguang muttered evasively and strode inside first.

Up in the mountains from then on, Mu Sanqian would inevitably spend much of his time playing and living alongside Lü Zijiao. Being of similar age, it was naturally easy for the two to get along. However, Lü Zijiao was an extremely honest child; compared to Mu Sanqian's lotus-root-like scheming wits, Lü Zijiao was simply like a stubborn block of elm wood.

Beneath the precipitous cliff, a pale blue halo protected a region spanning a hundred miles. Inside were neatly arranged bamboo houses, elders walking to and fro, youths laughing and scolding, and children playing and frolicking. They lived in this utopian paradise, carefree and utterly at ease.

Yet after waiting for a long time, the imagined stomachache and vomiting sensation never materialized at all. Instead, she merely felt her body burning with a warm, cozy sensation—a warmth that was not uncomfortable in the least, but rather exceptionally pleasant.

The suppressed sharpness of many years finally erupted at this moment, for Long Yanhua had never been a benevolent master.

The fragrance of incense permeated every corner of the temple, and the sound of wooden fish drifted intermittently into her ears. Yuanniang regained a bit of vitality; having been in ancient times for so long, this was her first time out, so naturally, she was filled with curiosity.

"Gulp..." The sound of swallowing saliva was exceptionally clear. At this sight, the old man's eyes nearly split from rage. Disregarding his own life, he let out a furious roar and charged toward the three bird-men.

Watching Ningxiang hurl insults and call her a slut, Situ Chenyi instantly burned with fury. If he had retained even a shred of sanity, he would have already slapped her across the face.