Volume 1, Chapter 22: In the Presence of Qin Mojue, All Former Splendor Faded into Obscurity

Lin Yu felt that Yuan Tian was likely not a bad person; if he were, he wouldn't have dawdled for so long, let alone treated the injuries of him and his son, so he decided to share some things.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man holding the chair leg swung it toward Jin Ge’s shoulder. Jin Ge kicked him away in a flash; dealing with such riffraff was easy for him, even without tapping into his cultivation powers, and his bodyguard didn't seem worried in the slightest.

"They are severely injured and still recovering; my injuries are lighter, so I can open the door for you," Ning Qing replied without turning his head. He seemed to be preparing something.

"Uncle Batu, what brings you here this time?" the man asked, suppressing his anger with great difficulty and a forced tone.

It felt as though this sleep had lasted a long time, yet also only an instant. When the carriage finally came to a stop, Sizhen opened her eyes.

The seasoned veterans could no longer remain calm and hurriedly gathered around. On the field, only the person who had just been teleported remained in his seat.

In the night, Qin Luofan held Chen Mohans tightly, as if she would vanish into thin air the moment he let go.

Mu watched as Xiaoxin ate the 154th rabbit, bite by bite, with a face full of happiness, and swallowed hard, his heart palpitating.

I placed my hand on the door handle, attempting to pull it open, but Xie Cunhui remained rooted there like a nail; no matter how hard I pulled, it wouldn't budge.

Why was Zhang Acai sentenced to drink the Bliss Wine? Zhu Houzhao, have you gone mad? In an instant, her eyes were wet, yet her heart burned... Tears flowed down, falling onto her collar and seeping into her heart; it felt as if wherever the tears touched, it burned with a stinging pain, as if whipped.

It was equally perfect, and this war blade conducted internal energy and profound qi just as flawlessly, surpassing even the precious sword he had used before.

Wang Yuquan realized he had let slip more than he intended; he was an honest man who didn't know how to lie. Thus, he told the truth as it was, laying it all out plainly.

The ancestor could see that the young man before him was not only highly skilled in medicine, but the magical beast he held was clearly no ordinary creature. If a real fight were to break out, he feared that even with his current strength, he might not be a match for him—and the most crucial point was that the young man was so incredibly young.

Furthermore, the fact that this youth could attack Yue Li’s brain and spirit was akin to a spiritual attack. This meant the boy was a martial arts genius, making it all the more reason he should not die.

Upon his weathered, sparse face were eyes like a tiger’s—full of spirit, seasoned, capable, and radiating an unmasked, sharp intensity.

Just then, Wang Shouren emerged from within, his brows furrowed in distress. Seeing the inexplicable attitude of the Mingwu Sect, the determination in his heart grew even firmer.

Lin Jie curled his lip. If that was the case, there was no point in searching; it would be a total waste of time to go through so much trouble only to find something so useless.

The moment he entered the space, the volcano was on the verge of erupting, and thunderclouds churned in the sky. Was this truly caused by his arrival? Was it just to increase the difficulty of the challenge?

Once finished, he rushed toward Cloud Gate Peak again. It wasn't out of his way at all; they had to pass in front of Cloud Gate Peak regardless, so it was just a minor delay.

"Tomorrow is the weekend. Are we really going to the West Suburban Manor with Wen Xulun?" Xia Fan asked.

The acquisition work was handled entirely by Boss Jia and Third Master Xiang, who both carried out their duties with great dedication.

Should I just let go and ignore Yellow-Hair’s fate? Although I was filled with reluctance, it seemed like the only way to survive at that moment. I looked at Leizi and Jia Ren; their eyes were also filled with despair and similar reluctance. As our resolve wavered, Yellow-Hair was dragged a bit further away.

Even in his final moments, Zhao Longxiang never imagined that a single selfish desire would cast him and his son into hell, bidding farewell to the world.

As expected, about ten minutes after Zhou Xingxing went inside, Di Reina snapped her fingers and flashed a wicked smile.

"I expended quite a bit of energy last night, so I fell asleep before I could ask," I quickly added.

A few scattered pedestrians walked past outside the window. Their heights looked perfectly normal, so there was no reason for the clerk to have misjudged them due to light refraction. The only strange thing was that the window faced the subway entrance.

In truth, Liu Bang had dispatched Han Xin to attack Western Chu at that time. During the morning assembly, Han Xin had once stated that because Li Yiji was lobbying the Qi state, it was the perfect season for him to strike Chu. Thus, stationing troops to conquer Chu became an inevitable trend. Upon hearing this, Long Qie immediately mobilized his army to save the king.

No matter how much she denied him in her heart, she still lingered on the warmth of his palm and could not bear to go against his wishes.

The gourd artifact was a container-type magical item. It was not intended for close-quarters combat and did not slice through opponents like a flying sword.

Yin Ya had been keeping an eye on the situation with Liu Xi, but he could not multitask like Yun Weiyang. If he went to assist Liu Xi now, the Ten Thousand Crow Formation would collapse on its own.

Frowning, Rongrong let out a delicate shout. A holy sword, shimmering with a faint milky-white light, appeared in her hand, and a sacred shield was strapped to her arm. Her long, jet-black hair and the twenty wings behind her simultaneously turned pure white. A holy smile graced her cold, indifferent face.

"Warrior reporting. All targets have been cleared. Over," the voice of Wutian Nakano came through the communicator in Lei’s ear.

Lin Xiao leaned too close, looming over her. Zhu Huahua felt a wave of intense, masculine pheromones rushing toward her.

But it was to no avail; it only allowed Hu Ao to hold on for a little longer. After one hundred breaths, the soul-restoring powder was completely exhausted, yet Hu Ao had not caught a single glimpse of the laws of the universe.

So she bit her lip hard, not letting it tremble too obviously, lest others see through her.

No one saw what she did, but after a few thuds, all the black-clad guards were instantly knocked to the ground, each one bruised and battered, groaning in agony.

Once she understood why the demonic man was angry, Tian'e felt relieved. She climbed onto the bed and began to sleep. Dammit, she was truly exhausted.

Li Ming fell into complete silence. He could wait for thirty thousand years, but could his wife, trapped in the underworld, wait?

Ironically, Shang Shu’s closest comrades, Cheng Xiang and Zhang Zheng, never even got to see him one last time.