Volume One, Chapter 49: Tempering the Weapon! A New Armament!

Lu Shiyu recalled how rough he had been with her last night, remembering how red and swollen she had looked afterwards; indeed, it was time to let her rest and recuperate.

Mo Dongbai looked at the chubby manager and sighed; their general manager was probably too immersed in doing business, so he spoke entirely in the tone of a shopkeeper now.

Rong Tang found it absurd. What on earth had triggered Emperor Zhengjing? Or had the Sect Master of the Longevity Sect truly revealed some divine miracle to this Northern Plains emperor?

Someone had destroyed their Xiao family's grand hall and blasted all their elders flying outward?

Yet, no one knew in what distant era this towering pillar of heaven had been stolen by some mighty being, leaving behind only a hundred-foot-high base that stood like a heaven-and-earth millstone, silently recounting its legendary tale.

He reached out and pulled Gu Bao'er back into his arms, trapping her against his chest and resting her head upon his arm. Gu Bao'er felt the warmth of his embrace, shifted into a more comfortable position, and burying her face against his chest, fell fast asleep, still murmuring indistinctly.

"Then what the hell are you talking about!" Shen Suixin could bear it no longer, placing both hands on his shoulders in an attempt to push him away.

Rong Tang remained silent. Of course this wasn't normal, but if someone expected Rong Tang to claim this was merely a visual trick played by the Longevity Sect, he couldn't possibly say that either. In broad daylight, how could the Longevity Sect pull off such a deception?

Lu Mingxi, who had been crying so bitterly just a moment ago, instantly stopped. With her mouth pinched shut by him, her watery eyes filled with tears, she looked at him with aggrieved vulnerability, as if she could melt anyone's heart.

The sounds of bodies slamming against the walls and fingers scratching upon them inside the secret chamber could no longer be heard. Just as Emperor Jingming felt he could finally let out a sigh of relief, the roars and the sound of gnashing teeth echoed out from the secret chamber once more.

"Divine Constable Yang Si, why do I feel..." Niu Dali looked at Yang Si with some uncertainty as he spoke.

In an instant, a variety of martial arts techniques erupted simultaneously, converging on Chu Yang from all directions and leaving him no escape route. At this moment, they no longer wanted any accidents to occur; they simply desired to annihilate him as quickly as possible.

"When I sewed you up, he brought you back to your mother's village," Garbi said.

He felt as though eyes were watching him from all directions. He asked Chen Xinghe to give him Liu Chenguang's number, wanting to negotiate with the man. If the fellow wanted money, he was willing to pay double to have Chen Shaorong killed.

Nonsense sometimes possesses more persuasive power than reason itself. Regardless of how one looked at it, Teng Ji had not reached out to touch the old man's face, so it could not be said that she had struck him.

A latest trending search appeared online, containing several photographs originally left behind by Teng Lihua.

Even previously, when he learned that Chu Yang had slain three genius experts of the Profound King Realm from the Yin-Yang Saber Sect, he had not been moved, because that had relied on external force and could not be considered his own genuine skill.

Ya Ya could not stomach such veiled insinuations, but she was poor with words. For a moment, she was so angry her face turned pale, yet she could not think of a single retort.

"Three green teas, would you mind yielding your seats?" Mo Xiangxiang said calmly, drawing her twin swords as well.

This was not to say the Han family's martial arts were poor. In fact, during the exchange, Ye Zhiqun had taken at least a dozen punches, yet when the strikes from the Han family masters landed on Ye Zhiqun, it was as if he felt nothing at all, completely unaffected.

Suddenly, her face flushed a deep crimson, and her body felt as though it were ablaze, driving her to let out low, uncomfortable moans.

Immediately after came Qiao'er's voice, scolding with a mix of vexation and affection as she remarked how clumsy Miao'er had been to knock over the teacup.

"Yes." Bu Xin hesitated for a moment before nodding. It was evident that he, too, was somewhat reluctant to part ways with us, but orders from above dictated otherwise, and he had no choice but to obey.

Having settled the trivial matters, Fan Ping'an gazed at the fat security guard's corpse, silently sensing his Nether God bloodline as a single drop of heart's blood gradually welled up to his fingertips.

"Battalion Commander, if we give our military rations to the villagers, what are we going to eat?" The company commander stammered, clearly uncomfortable saying those words.

Before anyone else could follow suit and flee, Liu Ge uttered a cold, frost-laden shout. The fleeing person immediately clutched his chest in agony and collapsed dead on the spot. Those who had still intended to escape felt a chill strike their hearts and dared not move rashly again, especially when faced with Liu Ge's frigid gaze, which forced them to lower their heads in dread.

Because if he were to obtain the Time Stone, leaving Doctor Strange with no stone to take, the ruler of the Dark Dimension descending upon the Earth would prove far more terrifying than Thanos without the Infinity Stones.

As they walked down the alleyway, chatting away, Tian Erleng recounted the entire sequence of events from beginning to end—how he had witnessed Zhu Yunpeng being seized at the PanAsia Metropolis—to Cheng Gongnian.

The lingering scent of smoke from earlier had mostly dissipated, but whenever Wei Ying came close to Xue Mingyu, she could still catch a faint trace of it.

Monroe's scarlet eyes reminded Li Xing of Uchiha Itachi, who slaughtered his parents and wiped out his entire clan simply to keep his younger brother safe.

A highlight reel of Hakeem Olajuwon's career could equally be titled a highlight reel of David Robinson's background appearances.

By this time, the few security guards in the lounge had eaten and drunk their fill, patting their bellies and yawning as they strolled back toward the lounge.

These were all clichés without any great tricks to speak of. One merely needed to display one's strength. Of course, one could put on a facade here as well, provided that you were extremely well-versed in the field you were faking, lest someone trip you up with a few simple questions, which would spell trouble.

"I mean, Professor Oak is here; why must you go over? Doesn't Professor Aurea Juniper have readily available data right there?" Seeing that Xia Yu hadn't quite caught what she said earlier, Cynthial promptly changed the subject and asked.

"Take this!" Seeing the two figures gradually fading from his view, Di Huaijie gritted his teeth and tossed the jade token—which conferred eligibility to enter the Azure Moon Sect—to Qu Xingde, spat viciously, and bolted in pursuit of the pair.

He wore a casual pink suit paired with a white tie hanging loosely across his chest, and the gold-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose gleamed brightly.

"Yanchang, you rest here for a moment; I have matters to attend to and must leave first!" Yang Chan looked at the young scholar with immense gentleness.

The actions he was taking served two purposes. First, parking the car; having already parked, it was equivalent to creating a fait accompli. Second, claiming to be a bit hungry and using himself as an excuse so the young woman would find it difficult to refuse outright.