52 Chapter 52

Zhonglishuo did not want that kind of life; even the mere thought of it made his blood run cold. Therefore, he squared his shoulders and let out a long breath to restore his composure.

Jin Caier, I wonder what color your... will be. Wenren Ya walked step by step toward Jin Caier, her eyes filled with a bloodlust devoid of the slightest trace of emotion.

A year passed in the blink of an eye. Lei Kun, Wang Ting, Feng Qingyang, and the others all emerged from seclusion, each radiating high spirits and clearly having made tremendous progress. Wang Ting, in particular, had broken through to the peak of the Spirit Ancestor realm.

What followed could well be imagined. Amidst the enthusiastic cheers of the live audience, PE successfully claimed the first blood against the Zhan Men team.

Xuan Ming naturally understood that Jinse was provoking the First Prince, but such blatant defiance would likely only make their situation even more perilous. Xuan Ming involuntarily tugged at Jinse's sleeve. Jinse glanced at him sideways, her gaze conveying a message telling him not to worry.

With the task successfully accomplished, Jinse brushed her hands together in satisfaction, walked over to the window, pushed aside the vase placed on the sill, and climbed out.

Beneath the pitch-black sky, brilliant flames suddenly erupted, painting the dark heavens in a dazzling, fiery red that pierced the eyes.

It was impossible to plan three steps ahead in a situation like this; one could only adapt and think according to the specific circumstances. Since nothing was clear right now, rather than tormenting herself over what she could not figure out, she might as well let go. Besides, put plainly, what did this matter have to do with her anyway?

"You, you, you..." Feng Qingyang uttered the word "you" three times, her chest heaving violently with rage, the fierce and ruthless look in her eyes quite terrifying to behold.

A mysterious smile flickered at the corner of Wang Ming's eyes. It seemed his strategy of casting a bait to catch fish had worked, and barring any accidents, his next plan stood a good chance of success.

"Cleverness is hardly the word; I'm simply accustomed to leaving myself a backup plan! But relying solely on these is still not enough! Jiang Digui's status and influence are right there. Given enough time, he is fully capable of smoothing these matters over! Therefore, we need a larger-scale public relations campaign!" Yuan Youmei said.

In private, Chen Xiang secretly integrated the courtyard assigned to him into his own immortal cave system. Within three days, this courtyard had become a part of Chen Xiang's dwelling.

Normally, Ni Kuang rarely kept guests for meals, but today he broke convention and invited Wang Ming to stay for dinner. Naturally, Wang Ming would not pass up such a fine opportunity to deepen his relationship with Ni Kuang.

Sighing, Zhang Fan suddenly felt a touch of fear: decades from now, would his family and friends still be alive and well?

Stervo thoroughly agreed with Li Zhi's perspective. During the last Demon-Sealing War, the core members of their sealed vanguard had fallen one by one, only for Zakarum to reap the rewards in the end. Furthermore, this Demon-Sealing War was by no means the conclusion; the conflict between the Sanctuary world and the realms of Heaven and Hell would be a far more protracted struggle.

The few other reinforcements, being unfamiliar with Puyang, simply followed Zhang Jingyue over to offer greetings before going to check on the dejected Yunyaozi and the others.

After running through the plan a few more times, Chen Xiang swung into action. First, he needed to topple the first domino, igniting a passionate enthusiasm for the treasure among the people of the Jianghu.

Unless it was an absolute last resort, Chen Xiang would never use this set of sword techniques. He silently made up his mind, arriving at this crucial decision.

Similarly, the battleship, the Heavenly Dao Battle Casket, the Four Symbols Bloodline, and various other sundries were items Zhao Zhou would require in the next world.

One-third of her skull was shattered, and her blood and brain matter had congealed together, spilling down her clothes onto the floor. Her right eye socket had collapsed along with the shattered skull, her eyeball entirely gone and replaced by an empty, bloody cavity.

Is this not the very reason why so many people have gathered at the Immortal Palace Dao Platform today?

He had to remember that his master had always instructed him to keep himself pure; wishing to become a metaphysics master, that was the most basic requirement.

When they learned that the Reapers had already arrived at the doorstep of Earth, a group of people fainted from sheer terror on the spot.

"Eh? Chief, though I might be mistaken, I should still ask just in case," the youth asked with a bad premonition.

Yet, apart from this ferocious brawny man—who belonged to that rare breed of late bloomers whose natural affinity for inner arts made them geniuses the moment they learned them—

"Oh no! Fubo is at a disadvantage!" Darkness, acting as a Crusader, said with a worried expression.

The Empress could not bear the Left Chancellor's smug demeanor, and glancing down at the Worthy Consort seated below, she gave a soft, cold huff. The Emperor was completely indulging the Left Chancellor. Over the years, the Left Chancellor had tasted the sweet fruits of absolute power and, relying on his status as a veteran minister of two reigns, had gradually forgotten his place.

Several disciples hurriedly stepped forward to block them, but before they could even get close, each of them was already missing an arm.

Upon seeing the attire and styling of these individuals, everyone recognized them as people from World F, and they immediately fell silent, looking upon them with awe and reverence.

"The Valley Master will naturally treat all of you," the housekeeper said word by word, his gaze solemn.

Tian Yue made a rough calculation. The tea he had poured before entering the stone tower had been left inside for about two hours, yet when he came out, the tea was still warm. In other words, less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea had passed outside for every two hours spent within.

"You said it!" An Ziyuan confirmed as well, his typically stern gaze locked tightly onto Bian Yunhuan.

"How does it feel? Are you all right?" When Feng Linger woke up, Sui Ping was right beside her, asking with concern.

Actually, Tan Qing found it incredible. Back then, Lady Zuo's heel tendons had been severed, and her face had been scarred by Consort Min's hairpin; what on earth was the Emperor thinking to still be able to bed a concubine who looked like that?