39 How sweet

As the final point of light merged into the Steel Splendor Sword, Ying Luo lifted her head. Her long black hair stirred without a breeze, and her momentum instantly climbed to its zenith.

This matter was highly tricky. Ao Fan could not make a decision on his own, nor did he dare to hide it from Ao Ao, so he relayed the entire sequence of events to him, hoping for his guidance.

It must be noted that the members of the Fan Gang present were no ordinary inner-sect disciples; their strength, even among those of the same cultivation level, was considered top-tier.

Hearing his explanation, the crowd was suddenly enlightened; they weren't doing nothing, but rather, they were borrowing the power of nature.

Moreover, with them by his side, Cole felt much more at ease and could proceed boldly without any reservations.

"Don't mention that to me!" Bai Kaixin was uncharacteristically furious. The image of Su Manman acting intimately with Li Fei while eating Haagen-Dazs made his blood boil.

"Thank you, cousin!" Lingling held the phone given to her by Hao Yang, filled with joy. This was the latest iPhone, not yet released domestically, and she had heard it cost over ten thousand yuan.

The grand gathering of the Yin Clan ended in such a baffling manner amidst the shock of the attendees. Clearly, the arrival of Li Wan and the revelations of Yin Feng had disrupted the rhythm of the meeting. These insights undoubtedly shattered their worldview, and it would likely take them a long time to digest and absorb it all.

"Good, good, good! This old woman is still waiting for you to earn your rank, rise to wealth and power, and be filial to me!" Pei Qin laughed and patted him.

These three major factions possessed strength far beyond the comparison of the Wind and Thunder Hall. Especially the Purple Emperor Sect and the Blood Heaven Gate; it was said that their leaders held strength at the late stage of the Martial Venerable Realm.

The gold watch on his wrist betrayed his truly poor taste. Such a person, at a glance, clearly belonged to the nouveau riche, or perhaps someone who had never received proper upbringing before striking it rich.

At the top of the grand hall, seated on the central chair, was a man with a neatly trimmed mustache on his upper lip. He wore a purple-gold hairpin, his hair tied up, and was clad in a purple-gold robe, exuding the natural aura of a superior.

Seeing Xu Tian’s calm expression, showing no signs of nostalgia, joy, anger, or any other emotion, Xu Liankuang felt a jolt in his heart. He realized then that he could not fathom his grandson at all; even though he was only in his teens, he gave off a feeling as profound as an abyss.

Cao Yue continued to dodge. After the two men in black threw several consecutive punches and kicks, he retreated five steps, offering no counterattack.

Of course, the strength of the two was only slightly weaker than a few others like Naruto Uzumaki, and they were in no way inferior to Hashirama Senju or Madara Uchiha.

"As for meals, if there's an announcement, I just buy whatever is convenient. If there isn't, I cook in the dormitory."

Interrupted by laughter, Bai Ma Jun did not finish his sentence, but he no longer wished to speak. If you’re happy, that’s fine, he thought with a look of resignation.

Sometimes his body felt like it was jamming, wanting to move on to the next action before the current one was fully completed.

Watching the large number of enemy torches surging toward them, and hearing their continued incoherent shouting, Cao Zhen bit his lip until it bled. Yet, he patiently commanded his soldiers to hold their positions, and not until the enemy had charged within twenty or thirty paces of the camp did he give the order to unleash a volley of arrows.

His aura erupted, causing those around him to grow wary. Just as they were bracing themselves, wondering if Ye Feng was about to go mad, Chu Haoyun’s heavy voice rang in their ears.

Consequently, in the few months since the arrival of the Apocalypse Kingdom, elites from various industries had continuously emerged. These elites shared one common trait: whether genuine or not, they were very close to the common people, constantly gaining their trust and seeking opportunities for advancement.

"City Lord Liu, has my Heavenly Sword Sect treated you unfairly over these years?" Cao Hong asked in a low, hushed voice.

There was no need to ask; one look at Lin Weiwei was enough to know how happy and joyful her married life was.

At this moment, before the Empress Dowager Li, Empress Dowager Yu tasted the long-lost sensation of being humiliated, feeling quite indignant inside, yet she revealed nothing on her face.

This man was the male lead of the production and a rising star in the entertainment industry, a magnet for online traffic.

"Your Highness! It’s bad! It’s the Godslayer—the Godslayer has killed us all!" The only one who escaped rushed into the hall to beg the King for reinforcements.

Taking a step back, if Zhui Yue were to discover the secret of her own origins, she would undoubtedly investigate the Demon Race and the Four Seas Dragon Clan without hesitation. By then, one move would affect the whole, and their situation would become even more precarious.

Old Shan pretended to glance at Zhao Donglai nonchalantly before turning away, refusing to meet his eyes.

"Bipolar God-Shattering Seal!" This was the second technique of the Origin Null Essence, something tested by Liu Qinglin. This move could be contained within any form of energy; not only would it remain unaffected by that energy, but it could also absorb its power for its own use.

Then, he actually lunged forward, not caring that his hands were covered in grease, and grabbed the letter, his eyes wide with shock.

"Lu Guanlan! You disrespectful wretch, don't push your luck! If it weren't for your father's sake, do you think you’d still be alive to speak to me?" Liu Hanqi was furious.

The Abyss Kings of the 108 layers of the abyss were, for the most part, known to humanity, and this Black Emperor before them was the one among the top ten Abyss Kings who had appeared most frequently.

And as for himself, he had merely relied on the Ten-Pulse Sparrow Venerable to become someone who enjoyed the fruits of others' labor. Thinking of this, he could not help but feel embarrassed. How could his luck in this life be so good?