Chapter 35: Entering the Otherworld, First Display of Mettle

Niu Yichen whipped around, only to find no one there. "An illusion?" he wondered, yet that lingering chill refused to dissipate. "Playing games!" Niu Yichen sneered, pulling Zhan Qingxue behind him for protection. The scenery around them twisted and warped; buildings flowed like melting wax, and the once bustling...

When the subject of her father arose, Mu Xiaowei saw a flicker of exhaustion and pain surface in Xiao Haoran's eyes.

Hearing his words, Qian Chen could not help but frown. Having been born into modern society, he felt a natural, ingrained revulsion toward the backward and barbaric institution of slavery.

Tang Shan had little interest in listening to her chatter, yet he did not resist their linked arms. In fact, he quite enjoyed the feeling of strolling together, nestled side by side.

The reporters were all craning their necks, eager to capture something truly scandalous at an event like this.

After speaking, Young Master Ma cast a provocative glance at Mo Chen, as if to say, "See that? I have money and influence; even the waiters at this restaurant know me."

Before Master Taixu could finish his sentence, three earth-shattering roars erupted in succession, followed by a violent tremor that shook the very foundations of the mountains.

He was only a step away from the Golden Realm in his body refinement, yet he had not quite managed to cross the threshold.

Chen Meng was terrified, but he began to run with all his might—not away from the shipyard, but directly into the heart of the raging fire. His only thought was to confirm whether the old man was still alive. If he could catch even a glimpse of him, then this fire would no longer matter.

After discussing the ancient city of Loulan, Yu Anmin asked about Liu Wu's subsequent travels. Hearing that he had gone on to the Qianshan Realm, a mysterious smile appeared on her face, and a strange light danced in her beautiful eyes, making Liu Wu feel deeply uneasy, as if he were a thief with a guilty conscience.

On second thought, he dismissed the guess as far too preposterous, laughing as he buried the notion deep within his heart.

If it were any other young playboy, coming to a place like this would be as casual as returning home—they could come and go exactly as they pleased.

As soon as Ares finished speaking, everyone turned their eyes toward him in astonishment. Could it be that the undead were divided into different factions?

The young man asked, "It’s already so late. If you aren't sleeping to grind in the game, why come here? That’s impossible, right? And as for sleeping? Do you really think a young man would just let you be? Of course not."

The young man looked around. If things continued like this, he would have no choice but to reach out and pinch her philtrum. Feeling a sharp sting, Tesla finally opened her eyes.

This vehicle was a completely private commission, custom-built exclusively for Zhao Chuanzhi. Even the seats were ergonomically designed to fit his body perfectly. The positions and angles of the pedals and the steering wheel were all calibrated based on his precise physical measurements.

The local area was simply too chaotic. There were dozens of anti-government armed groups, and every day was baptized by the fires of war.

Suddenly, blood splattered across the mission board area of the Guild. The adventurers, unable to withstand such an overwhelming display of cuteness, sprayed blood in a gesture of respect.

She had been looking for a concubine for her husband for some time, but finding a suitable candidate was no easy task.

With over eight million followers and rumors of a new album on the way, this represented a perfect opportunity for Shan Wushuang to complete her system mission.

Huang Chen hurriedly released his index finger and looked through the scope again. It really was Li Baoqiang, standing triumphantly atop the tank, looking utterly self-satisfied.

"You're still as restless as ever~" Seeing Long Tianyi’s wolfish gaze fixed squarely on her chest, Instructor Xi Fei did not shy away as expected, but instead spoke with a mix of shy indignation.

Not only Kuai Yue, but everyone in the hall gasped in amazement. Even Cheng Pu could not believe his ears; after a moment of stunned silence, he joyfully thanked Guan Yan, once again patting his chest to vow that he would follow the Grand Marshal’s lead in all things henceforth.