Volume 1, Chapter 55: The Eight Gates Dunjia

Countless people drastically changed their expressions, feeling as though these beams of light, upon shining on their bodies, instantly triggered massive internal changes. Their power was boiling over, breaking through its restraints.

When Gao Qiu acquired this gun, he began to ponder how to wear it so as to display the true caliber of a hero. Having never seen anyone wear such short firearms before, though he had seen people carrying twenty-round box cannons—the later-model Mauser C96s—he began experimenting with how to strap the handgun onto his person.

The cultivators exchanged horrified glances. To manipulate a hundred-meter-wide pool of spiritual water and blood entirely out of thin air—such a display of projected primordial energy, on such a scale... how many lives would it take to stop him? Meanwhile, the tier-four "Flowing Wind and Cloud" viper beside the pool remained motionless, standing guard over Wu Duotian with unyielding vigilance.

Seeing Zhang Ji's slight surprise, Han Yan'er felt quite pleased within. Zhang Ji had acknowledged her; whether she could secure his favor in the future depended entirely on her own wiles.

Fortunately, those injuries were merely bruises, with no blood drawn on her face. Otherwise, the matter wouldn't be so easily resolved by simply applying a couple of tubes of ointment.

One must understand that a gold-grade weapon was already a supreme treasure within a dignified sacred ground, controllable only by its true upper echelons—and not just ordinary high-ranking figures at that.

Therefore, Zhang Ji cast his gaze toward Southern Commandery. He could guess that after Pang Qiao retreated to hold the Southern Commandery, his primary reliance was the defense of the Han River.

The aura was sacred and noble, yet utterly incapable of bestowing even a shred of warmth. Instead, wave after wave of biting chill emanated from it, making one feel as though they were plummeting into the abyss of hell.

At this time, there were still more than four months remaining before that October revolution. Just as it was coming to a full and intense boil, it was discovered by the imperial court's hounds.

Out of more than fifty students in the entire class, only two tables—around twenty people—showed up for this gathering. Most of those from poor family backgrounds or those dissatisfied with their college entrance exam scores had not come to participate.

Frowning slightly, Mu Qi glanced at Fan Jiuchen, signaling wildly with her eyes: Could they just get rid of this ugly, wretched freak? Fan Jiuchen mistook her expression for a facial tic and simply ignored her.

She desperately wanted to get out of the car, but turning her head to catch sight of Su Nian's face, which was darker than the bottom of a wok, she forced that thought back down.

Jiang Youjia had repeatedly refused to help Zhao Dong and had even punched him once, a grievance Zhao Dong had harbored ever since. Later, being too busy with other matters to exact revenge, when Sara Zhuo wanted to target Jiang Xuekun, Zhao Dong was more than happy to lend a hand.

An eye had actually appeared on the hilt of the Tiger-Flame Breaking Dragon Sword. However, this eye remained in a half-closed state, not fully open, merely shut in a slow, languid slumber.

The saying goes that serving a monarch is like sleeping with a tiger. When the ruler flies into a rage, a servant like Zhao Yao could only stroke the tiger's fur in the right direction and join him in fiercely condemning Xu Tian.

Xie Qian had not booked out the entire restaurant, and there were other diners present. However, the table where Wen Ying sat had several empty tables surrounding it. It was foreseeable that no matter what Xie Qian wished to say tonight, the surroundings would remain relatively quiet.

Who could have known what Lin Miyue did after returning, but within less than a month, this melody had spread across the entire length and breadth of the land.

Ning Long suddenly wore a ferocious grin, then cast a rather terrifying look at the giant dragon not far away.

After a moment of thought, Su Xinyan deleted all the text and retyped: I am fine, do not look for me.

Seeing her own mistress display such tyrannical majesty, Dong'er's mental image of Fu Yuwei instantly shone with dazzling brilliance.

Inside the bar, the lighting was exceedingly soft, making it look like a prime location for casual conversation and emotional bonding among friends.

Upon hearing this question, Ma Dong felt as though the entire venue quieted down for a split second, everyone pricking up their ears to catch what would be said next.

Immediately afterward, the reporter stood before the camera and began reeling off the background information on Li Zhuo stored in his mind.

"Then why don't you ask, Village Chief, how we knew there were treasures in this village?" Ye Liushang glanced sideways at the fellow and asked with unconcerned disdain.

The massive spiritual Qi surged through his meridians and into his Dao platform, where the golden core spun frantically, devouring this immense surge of spiritual Qi.

Now, however, the guards were two golden-armored puppets. To enter the third tier, the two of them had to join forces to slay the golden-armored puppets first. The young cultivators here were each exceedingly arrogant, and everyone trusted only those they believed in. Qi Xuanyi was slightly startled when he caught sight of his elder brother, Qi Xuanming.

Sure enough, a cane extended from behind a tree, followed by a pair of bare feet. Naturally, supporting those bare feet was none other than the village chief.

Another hundred billion, another cruise ship, and now talk of numerous villas—they even began to wonder whether Li Zhuo was still truly their son.

At this moment, he didn't even consider the possibility of the Li family's defeat, because the Li family's side boasted ten experts at the Divine Division realm; defeat was impossible.

From the moment Emperor Jing could no longer tolerate Zhu Jinrui, Zhu Jinyu knew that she, too, would not be tolerated. Emperor Jing was frantically building temples and Taoist shrines all across the country precisely to beg the gods for longevity and immortality.

"Of course it's important!" Hua Xu was pleasantly surprised. Could it be that her guess was spot on, and he was indeed flying abroad for advanced studies?

The more rigidly and formally he spoke, the more Qu Qingyan wanted to laugh. Just as she was about to utter a teasing remark, she suddenly felt a gaze landing squarely on her back.

"Young Master, this thing is beneficial to all of us. If possible, we'd better buy it together," Leng Ji suggested to Leng Chenqian.

"Marriage?" Mentioning this topic, Tang Feng was also momentarily stunned. It seemed he had indeed reached that age, yet whenever this subject was broached, it felt terribly bizarre.

Jing Jingyu walked over, draped his own overcoat over her slender shoulders, and then turned to sit in the seat beside her.

"Your injuries... are they healed?" Her voice was like a scoop of cool, pristine lake water, carrying a refreshing and comforting chill.

The pain and irritation in Yun Shu's heart gradually faded away, stubbornly sinking into this intoxicating lake. She took a step forward, making a motion as if to jump down.

Awakening to find Ye Chenfeng sleeping on the sofa, Su Jinru quietly rose, put on her slippers, and fetched a jacket to drape over Ye Chenfeng's shoulders.

"Su Jinxi, I am truly busy right now. If you're genuinely hungry, hurry out and get something to eat," Ye Chenfeng said.

Qin Jianxue said nothing more; he had already said everything that needed to be said. As for whether Qin Tian believed it or not, that was no longer something Qin Jianxue could control.

If no one managed to successfully control and refine it, through the vicissitudes of time, it would eventually hope to forge a physical body out of blood and ultimately transform into a demon.

Otherwise, given the cowardly, death-fearing disposition of these people, they would have long since confessed the identity of the prefect's son to save their own skins.

With cultivation levels reaching their realm, every gesture and movement was already imbued with terrifying Dao-rule fluctuations. In a split second, that man leaped hundreds of millions of li into the high heavens, reaching out to tear down a string of stars and smashing them down with a cataclysmic crash.