Volume 1, Chapter 27: Deserving of Death

I walked out onto the balcony and glanced at the drop below. Although it was only one story down, jumping was still quite dangerous. I really cannot fathom where I found the reckless audacity in the past to have jumped so many times.

People heard Ma Chao’s shouting from a distance, and upon hearing that Chen Jing was injured, her parents were struck with terror and rushed forward. They saw Chen Jing’s face deathly pale, an arrow lodged in her shoulder, her sleeve soaked through with blood.

Consequently, after washing his face, Ma Chao began performing basic training exercises in his military tent that he had not practiced for a long time.

The Emperor truly felt that Chang Youxi was talented. If it were merely the ability to perform manual labor, the Emperor could easily find a replacement, but he was truly reluctant to discard such a talent for statecraft.

As he spoke, Xia Cheng finished the tea in his cup. At his level of cultivation, most heavenly treasures were difficult to take effect in a short time, but this iced tea was different, so he naturally would not let it go to waste.

At the same time, it was also a test of his mindset, an assessment of his psychological maturity and his ability to respond to emergencies.

Great Emperor Yanyue was momentarily speechless, staring at Lin Fan in utter shock; the look on his face was as if he had just seen a ghost.

He took out the Heavenly Dragon Pearl from within his body and simultaneously struck it with the power of space and time. Suddenly, the surrounding scenery became illusory, and the entire sky returned to that stormy night on the beach, the first time Lu Xuan and Yao Ling had met Uncle Fang.

"What did Your Highness just say?" At such close proximity, she could feel her breath brushing against that peerlessly handsome face, a visage so exquisite it seemed carved by the gods.

But at the same time, he himself would be covered by the barrage of artillery fire, because it was impossible for him to protect everyone while also having the time to discard the neck collar.

Qu Fan flicked his right hand, extending the dog-beating staff to one point four meters. With a deft flourish of his wrist, he swung it toward their heads, and no one dared to approach.

Speaking of this, Old Bei couldn't help but smile at George, making George look quite embarrassed; after all, the title of "villain" was indeed not something to be proud of.

Rody sighed, then immediately collapsed to sleep. He knew he needed full rest to recover his physical strength, for the two opponents he was about to face were arguably the most powerful he had ever encountered.

It was merely an instinctive reaction, but after the words were out, she felt a trace of trepidation. After all, they were strangers who had only met once.

Yet, he persisted. Eight years of filming, countless changes in talent, countless rounds of seeking investment, and endless perseverance were the only things that brought about the massive success of "Monkey King" in 2015.

The last five syllables of the Eight Vajra Strikes rang out in succession. For a moment, the world was filled with a grand and mysterious sound. The already bright golden light grew even more intense, and then, all sound in the surroundings suddenly vanished. This lasted for several seconds before a cataclysmic roar filled the entire world.

Rody wore a strange expression, the sound of "wula wula lala" inexplicably ringing in his mind; he felt that this world was truly wondrous.

"Well, you can ask that Ghost Lord who is so desperate to kill us to explain!" The Shepherd laughed heartily, completely unconcerned.

As it turned out, two minutes later, two servers politely brought over several pairs of chopsticks. They didn't just hand them to Su Nan’s table; they also placed two pairs on the table next to them.

"This is a long story," Ye Feng said. "Let me deal with them first." A large number of guards charged out from there, and Ye Feng immediately released a torrent of venom, causing them to fall one by one. However, there were so many of them, wave after wave, as if they would never stop.