Chapter 48
Therefore, Wang Tianxing chose to make the first move. Had it not been for this, he might have simply chosen to leave, and subsequent events would never have occurred.
Under Qin Hao's astonished gaze, raging flames erupted from Liu Qizuo's chest. Yet, those flames did not burn his clothes, nor did they scorch his flesh, which was mere inches away. Moreover, Qin Hao could sense that this fire was worlds apart from the talismanic flames he had seen before, belonging to an entirely different tier of existence.
"Step aside, she was smiling at me," Reaching for the Moon tossed his hair back, thinking himself extremely handsome.
Combined with the warmth of the bonfire under the starry sky and the chilly winter wind, it unexpectedly gave off the refreshing feel of a cold night!
Silence. Since his tone was so aggressive, and the other party was a distinguished Judgment Official, naturally, they wouldn't soften up easily. Fortunately, this fellow later left a way out for Yetian, stating that leaving immediately wasn't impossible, provided certain conditions were met first.
Yang Ling had expected him to go inside and have a heartfelt father-son conversation, but who would have thought he turned and walked away instead? Yet, faintly, Yang Ling seemed to notice tears at the corners of his eyes.
Before Guyi Feng could pursue and kill him, figures radiating demonic aura descended one after another. Wielding various demonic celestial treasures, they tightly surrounded and protected Xiuluo Sha. Among them were the Dao-realm demonic immortals who had previously fought with Chen Wangyi and the others, but the leading two-realm Dao-realm demonic immortals were unfamiliar faces, clearly having just arrived.
Just as I expected, they all climbed out of bed shortly after. After washing up, they sat obediently at the bench and ate their breakfast.
At this moment, however, it was reduced to ruins. Countless peaks had been torn apart, and patches of ancient trees had collapsed; where was there any trace of the majestic aura once possessed by the three great immortal sects of the Xiaming Dynasty?
Logically speaking, for cultivators, sleeping was unnecessary. During the process of cultivation, spiritual energy alone could sustain the body's metabolism, and it was even more restorative than sleep.
Xuanyuan Chen watched Han Yun put away the Fire Spirit Bead, a flash of light appearing in his eyes before he said with a full face of smiles.
Manager Dong's words instantly left Xie Mingtao utterly defrauded of any retort, unable to find a single reason to argue back. His punchable face flushed red like a monkey's backside.
"I gave you a chance, but you simply failed to cherish it properly. Ding Yuan, to kill me, I don't even condescend to use a gun. I told you, a gun in your hands is nothing more than a poker." Qin Tian twirled the firearm in his palm, then suddenly exerted force, crushing the pistol into scrap metal in his hand.
A sumptuous array of dishes and fine wine had already been set upon the table. Hu Huasheng poured a glass of wine for Fang Yuyao and Gu Manyan.
The golden light scattered across the mountain peak had become extremely difficult to perceive, and the clamor of battle could only be heard by straining one's ears. Running wildly along the path up the mountain, one could hardly find a clean patch of ground underfoot; it was entirely soaked in blood, which had seeped deep into the earth.
Upon hearing the system's words, Han Yun's face turned completely dark. You damn well consumed six hundred million spirit stones of mine, and now you're telling me you won't nurture it after all?
"Let's talk. Since we brought you here, you ought to know what this is about, right?" Inside the interrogation room, I asked the mastermind behind this pyramid scheme.
According to the fire department's appraisal, the blaze originated in the villa's kitchen, and no traces of arson were found, leading authorities to rule the fire an accident. Furthermore, the villa's facilities at the time were extremely advanced, and the building where the fire broke out was completely airtight.
Han Yun's physique madly absorbed battle qi. As the battle qi circulated, Han Yun felt a degree of bodily comfort he had never experienced before.
"The Skynet?!" Some of Chiyou's subordinates still recognized it and cried out in alarm upon seeing this net.
However, the burly man sitting opposite Shen Linfeng was an exception. Not only were his clothes far from soft and smooth, but not even a single tuft of fluff could be seen on them; only a thin layer of fox skin clung tightly to his body. The trousers on his legs were likewise tattered and covered in patches.
One could ignore anyone's words, but not those of Prime Minister Wei; they had to be considered with utmost caution. Old Wei's prestige was simply too high, serving as the commander-in-chief of the second-generation Dark Dragon Riders. If Prime Minister Wei withheld his support, even Jiang Yun would find his hands tied in the north, and even within the Dark Dragon Riders themselves.
Monk Jingtong of Zhenfa Temple likewise disdained associating with the few individuals from the Heyun Sect. Seeing Tian Ming and his companion leave, he didn't hesitate and followed closely behind them.
The yellow talisman paper on the picket gate hung right above our heads, but it had already been cut clean in half horizontally, fluttering constantly in the gentle breeze.
Was Nevsky truly stupid? No, not only was he not stupid, but he was exceptionally smart—or rather, quite brilliant.
Yet, as she journeyed and gained experience along the way, arriving at Penglai Island in late autumn, only a paltry three third-grade flying swords remained. All the others, without exception, had been devoured by Huang Yi. While her heart ached, she also felt a sense of relief. She had just heard Huang Yi mention that she could now devour fourth-grade magical treasures, which meant she had leveled up as well, making these investments worthwhile.
His subordinates burst into uproarious laughter. Military men were vulgar by nature, and such remarks suited their tastes precisely. Behind Wang Pingfan, his personal guards blew their horns, and the Guanning cavalry followed closely behind the officers, moving forward in single file in an arrow-shaped formation.
After a few bounds, Liu Tang had landed in Lin Yuanping's courtyard, casting a glance at the two buildings on either side of him.
Fortunately, wild as she was, she was still reasonable most of the time and didn't eat indiscriminately. For instance, the fifth-grade Golden Silkworm Robe given by Cheng Siyi was definitely more delicious than the Wood Divine Robe, but knowing that although Jiang Yun didn't use it, it held great significance, she had kept her eyes on it for a long time without ever actually taking a bite.
"Do people truly reincarnate?" Tang Sancheng asked in a daze, pulling Xiao Ning tighter into his arms.
Ding Yaoyang was somewhat worried, wondering what they had encountered that required sending a teacher to wait at the entrance. After pondering it over and over, he finally decided to follow and take a look.
"Now you've noticed." Hao Meng was somewhat displeased; he cared for her at every single moment. It was a waste of how she was always in his thoughts, even helping her find her future husband, yet she was only discovering this now.
Lan Fengyuan's playboy nature often cast a brooding, suppressed atmosphere over the household, but this time, the situation was far more severe.
Therefore, at this very moment, she genuinely felt a bit curious inside, even lacking any better approach. No matter what, she really ought to consider the matter; only by doing it this way could the problem truly be resolved.
In the distance, the God King Ao Fatian was already scared out of his wits. This giant possessed heaven-defying means—a single drop of blood falling into the Divine Realm crushed countless divine beings to death, and the Five Elements Array in his palm reversed yin and yang as if he held the Dao of Heaven itself in his hand. If he were the one trapped, he feared he would only be left waiting for death.