Chapter 54

The villain felt a chill creeping over him at that moment. Although he knew that the faction he belonged to possessed countless prodigies as numerous as the hairs on an ox, it was his first time encountering someone as bizarre as Hu Wei.

Driven by the prestige of the number-one title, the spirit artifacts crafted by the Lu family commanded much higher prices and enjoyed widespread acclaim.

Aunt Li hurried over to support Tang Ning, feeling a surge of joy upon seeing the jacket draped over her shoulders. She couldn't help but glance at Fu Jinnan, but he still wore a stony expression, acting as if he couldn't even be bothered to look at the woman beside him.

He raised his gaze and saw Xie Rou pushing the door open, a look of bewilderment and guilt instantly washing over his face.

The Meng family had originally been a lineage of hidden guards; their concealed weapons and secret agents were all self-made and self-nurtured. However, with the advent of the modern era, they began running simple businesses, though smuggling goods and gathering intelligence remained the fundamental duties of their guards.

With a single slash from Hu Wei's blade, the Sword Domain was severely affected, and a vast number of long swords froze mid-air without moving.

The old Daoist priest knew that the other party had also come for the Soul Lotus, so he dared not linger. After expressing his gratitude and inviting them to visit the Flying Spirit Temple and the Qingxu Temple in the future, he led the group away.

Chen Zifan lowered his eyes to look at the scattered photographs, instantly spotting the scene he had witnessed at the restaurant that day, though it appeared far more ambiguous in the pictures.

Therefore, Liu Yuan had never expected that his strength at peak condition could reach such a degree.

Another lengthy set of martial art incantations followed, consisting of over a thousand words, easily more than twice the length of the Cloud-Driving Sword Style.

"Mr. Yu, what is the meaning of this? You accepted my favors yesterday, and today the news breaks that your son has been expelled? Aren't you playing me for a fool?" The person calling this time was a seasoned and stern-toned man.

Once the deep-sea impact caught up to Twisted Fate, he would still be knocked airborne. By the time Gangplank closed in, the devastating artillery damage combined with the Nautilus's relentless crowd control meant Twisted Fate's chances of survival were grim indeed.

Little did he know that this placed him in plain view right beneath the camera lenses, capturing every adorable expression in crystal-clear detail.

With such thoughts in mind, Yan Su obediently went to the kitchen to prepare a meal. Whether because Qiuya had given prior instructions or not, the servants in the kitchen subjected her to all sorts of bullying.

Fatty Xin said something, but Feng did not understand it. Instead, the translation device directly converted the words, and only then did the players in the China region comprehend what he had said.

Wu Lian looked up at the hazy, fog-filled sky and tucked the glowing orb in his hand back into his sleeve.

Hearing this, Bai Xiaoli couldn't help but look at Shen Mo. She had to admit that although Shen Mo was spoiled and always targeted her, her concern for Grandma was entirely genuine.

Xiang Yu and Fan Zeng hurried back to their camp. Seeing that Xiang Yu did not seem particularly pleased, Fengyun decided not to provoke him, choosing instead to walk up to Xuanyuan with the intention of questioning him directly.

Ji Ming's heart felt like it was on a rollercoaster; he almost begged the two men to kill him right then and there. Yet, his strong survival instinct ultimately kept him silent, leaving him to nod in dejected resignation.

Therefore, Fengyun ultimately abandoned the idea of spending all his copper coins to recruit Yellow Turban Warriors. After all, the golden age of the Yellow Turban Rebellion had passed, and those warriors were of little utility to him now.

He simply hadn't expected his family to lose a peak martial arts grandmaster; such a loss was utterly incalculable.

Even though he had never met those individuals, he could perceive it simply from their aura and the destiny surrounding them.

Perhaps due to the influx of a massive surge of life force, her injured body felt a slight easing of pain, drawing a soft moan from her lips.

Upon returning home, Liu Wanying stepped through the front door, running straight into her sister-in-law emerging from a room, who looked at her with undisguised surprise.

It was nothing more than realizing there was no hope of survival and deciding to sacrifice oneself to punch a hole in the grand array, allowing the youths to escape.

"Merit and scholarships... are those the other two methods you mentioned?" Qin Heng caught the underlying hint.

"Wu? Using 'Martial' as a posthumous title—it seems future generations did not hold a low opinion of me." Seeing his name appear on the heavenly screen, Liu Chuche straightened up instantly, excitedly sharing the moment with Wei Qing.

The chakra threads in his hands twitched incessantly, driving the iron spider under his control to leap fiercely toward the location of Uchiha Ling's true body.

The reason Jiang Yu was so confident, aside from his genuinely decent chess skills, was that he had never once heard of Lin Zhiyu possessing any talent for the game.

At fifteen or sixteen, they were youths fearless of anything in the world, and their attention instantly converged entirely upon Lin Haotian.

However, the terrifying might of the predators manifested immediately. In the blink of an eye, the bird was reduced to a skeleton wrapped in mere skin and fur, all its flesh and blood sucked dry before it plummeted rapidly downward, pursued closely by the swarming predators.

Lan Jiuyer's eyes were filled with utter desolation as she watched her ultimate strike shatter piece by piece, until finally, all the oppressive force rebounded upon her.

The Blood Lion bowed forward, while Yun Xiao stood with his hands behind his back in front of it, projecting his thirty-one-centimeter divine soul to transmit a cultivation technique directly.

The prisoner thought for a moment, then immediately soared straight toward Lanling King, shouting, "You can't escape!" Seeing Su Lie and Galo gradually running into the distance, Lanling King knew there was no need to drag things out any further. With a flash, he melted away into the bleak, freezing wind.

Hearing Shen Qingwu speak in such an increasingly absurd manner, Gu Jingfeng reached out and lightly punched her as she babbled on. "Gu Jingfeng, are you looking for a beating?" Despite saying that, Shen Qingwu's face flushed crimson instantly.

What followed immediately confirmed Yufeng's suspicion: the bird's radiance suddenly vanished, and its entire body flattened out, collapsing into his palm. It bore a strong resemblance to a paper crane, though differing in shape, and it was formed from a single piece without any visible paper-folding seams.

Su Zan had just finished showering and was lying face down on the bed, scrolling through his phone while munching on an apple, completely oblivious to the small flecks of fruit pulp clinging to the corner of his mouth.

When Jiang Hongyu went outside, the members of both the Sun and Jiang families were crowding toward the direction of the house.

Baili Xuance was busy flinging away countless surrounding animals and demon-beasts when a crimson figure suddenly appeared before his eyes. Blinded by battle-fury, he hurled his hooked chain blindly toward Hua Mulan without a second thought.