Chapter 53

"Did you only just realize that without your dark form, you are nothing?" Garona asked coldly.

"People like that aren't even worthy of being my father's opponents?" Long Bing's mouth dropped open; he could not imagine just how powerful his father truly was.

"Who are all these people? It seems like everyone is afraid of them," Long Bing inquired of the young man.

They let out a furious roar, their sharp blades ruthlessly piercing into the bodies of the two rebellious lovers.

"What on earth are you trying to do?!" Nicholas naturally did not believe what he was saying. Would a matter like this really require the king to come in person?

Wang Zhuanyuan was a well-known spirit medium far and near. Whenever people fell ill from malevolent spirits, they would go to him, and he was always extremely busy.

After countless tens of thousands of years, the Twelve Zodiac Beasts finally returned to Li Hai's side on this very day. Giant thunderbolts descended from the heavens as if the world were plunging into a catastrophe, and the legendary calamity seemed to have descended upon the mortal realm once more.

She cared about everything concerning him and helped him as much as she could. Although she knew that Long Bing would not love her, she firmly believed that a story would eventually unfold between this man and herself—perhaps not a romance, yet Zheng Rou was willing to strive for this non-romantic tale nonetheless.

Outside the back window of the guest room stood a flourishing parasol tree, its lush, dense branches almost reaching beyond the courtyard wall. Xiong Ti grasped his sword in his right hand while tucking Guan Muxue under his left arm, bounding upward with the light, swift agility of a civet cat, and instantly drifted beyond the courtyard wall.

After inspecting the recruitment center, Bota returned to the military encampment outside the city. Bota's cohort was specifically responsible for selecting and training recruits. Because they had been stationed here for years, all the camp buildings were constructed from hardwood rather than simple tents.

Just at this moment of imminent peril, the doors of the reception hall were pushed open, and every gaze converged upon the entrance.

Accompanied by the deafening music, just as Jiang Junxiu took the microphone and prepared to take the stage, Wang Huai stealthily slipped a paper roll into Jiang Junxiu's jacket pocket.

This scoundrel still refused to stop, seemingly unsatisfied, and continued to ravage the mountains and rivers of the Primordial Realm, turning the heavens and earth upside down.

By this time, the entire audience was in an uproar; some rejoiced at being selected, while more wore expressions of bitter regret at having missed the opportunity.

She had not forgotten how he had driven her to the brink of fury, how he had plotted against her and placed restrictions upon her body back then. Yet now he asked such a question—she truly did not know whether he was feigning ignorance or genuinely foolish.

Luo Xuechen understood that this military recruitment was, firstly, to put on a show for the people in the coastal regions, and secondly, to train a core group of people first; subsequent recruitments would definitely involve massive numbers. Therefore, the people selected this time would serve as the backbone, and locals governing locals would also be much easier to manage.

Although these words sounded somewhat harsh, they were the truth. Qian Jiao'er was no longer what she used to be and possessed zero utility value. She lacked both political power and imperial favor, and even her silver was scarce. Lu Chengxuan would have to be thoroughly idle to harbor any malicious schemes against Qian Jiao'er.

She had thought that upon her return his anger would dissipate, but perhaps that was not the case; to this day, he still harbored resentment over her past desire to be with Qin Lie. To him, the child was merely a tool to control her; as for what would become of the child in the future, or what would become of her, he did not care.

Li Bumian first selected a combat power detector to try it out, then cast his gaze toward Vivica, whereupon the monocle immediately began scanning Vivica's entire body to gather information.

He was Fu Chen, the crown prince of the investors. On a sudden whim to participate in a variety show, his father had simply packed him up and sent him over.

Because of his physical condition, his family was terrified that he would be bullied by classmates if he started school early, so they delayed his entry into the first grade by a year, but he had already learned a great deal at home.

Shen Zhang walked into the White Peony Banquet Hall. The two tables were mostly occupied by old classmates; apart from a few who looked somewhat aged beyond their years, the others still retained a trace of youthful greenness.

Upon stepping out of the sales center, Su Feixuan had yet to fully recover. She was actually going to own a home in her own name right away?

As for Wang Meng, he would likely spend the rest of his life stuck in this position of Surveillance Commissioner, so unless necessary, it was best to remain polite.

As an old man partnering with someone for the very first time, Grandpa Su understood nothing, and whenever Xie Qianglong spoke, he simply nodded along to everything.

Yet looking at them one by one now, whether in terms of appearance, figure, or social rank and status, none of them bore any comparability to Shen Xingnan.

And to be honest, although Xia Wanwan was not as exquisite as Mu Ruo, she still bore a certain resemblance to Mu Ruo, did she not?

Treading on the snow and stone steps, the students hurried eagerly into the castle. At the corner of the entrance hall, Filch stood glaring angrily at the children tracking muddy water into the castle.

Seeing that his matchmaking attempts were in vain, Zhao Tonglu gave a hollow laugh, his eyes filled with an expression that clearly said, "Just you wait."

He then drove out onto the avenue to intercept him; if the principal were to escape, the matter would become troublesome.

Looking at this heavenly-劫 hand, a flash of cold light crossed Jiang Yun's eyes. He suddenly raised his hand, thrusting the half-formed humanoid heavenly tribulation lightning that he was still grasping directly into the path of this palm.

"The dignity of the hidden aristocratic families tolerates no provocation. In this world, you are not the only young genius, nor are you the only one in the Creation Realm. You are still far from being invincible." Someone finally lost restraint, stepping out from a cave dwelling atop the peak, their gaze flashing like lightning as they spoke coldly to Chen Danqi.