51 Shoulder Throw

Even though the deep night blurred her figure, his sharp vision could still make out a slight, gradual trembling in her body.

The next moment, Lin Qingxuan felt an elusive connection establish itself between his mind and the Creation Bead. With a single thought, the Creation Bead instantly plunged into his mind, hiding deeply within his sea of consciousness.

Curious gazes were cast from the seats ahead. Only Li Long leaned back with his eyes closed to rest, seemingly detached from everything happening around him.

Whether it was real or fake did not matter; he was in the Demon-Consuming state now. Before that state faded, he had more than enough time to figure out which was real and which was fake.

The reason Liu Shasha used pebbles as a spacer was because Sun Liaolei was also covered in black flames, and she wished to avoid touching those dangerous fires.

Puzzled by all this, the group found a steamed bun shop by the street, ordered a few bamboo steamers of buns, and asked the shopkeeper for the reason.

When they returned to where Pang Long and the others were staying, they found them already waiting, along with several additional people. In the distance, even more people were watching, wanting to come over but lacking a good pretext.

Yet for some reason, this deliberately suppressed voice seemed far more evocative of wild imagination than unbridled release.

Seeing the immense volume of blood in the blood pool—something absolutely impossible to have accumulated in just a few days—he surmised that the Mount Min Sect had been plotting this for a long time. If so, a great many people in Immortal Fate City had likely gone missing, and the Ice Fantasy Palace’s senior sister was probably already doomed.

This jade plaque was no ordinary spiritual artifact; it was one of the few surviving heirlooms left behind by Lin Yuanting. Lin Yiyi had always wanted it, but Madam Lin simply refused to hand it over.

Both were long-range attack types, so right from the start, they began bombarding each other with various ranged spells and weapons.

The destiny and merit rules of the grand universe were shifting, with every source tracing back to him. This might be a good thing for the universe, as the operation of its laws became more rigorous. However, it was by no means a good thing for all living beings, because this transformation brought about even greater strife.

Listening to Mother Xu’s words, Bao Shiyi’s mouth twitched, and in his heart, he silently felt a pang of pity for Xu Wanqing for a second.

"First, let me introduce you to this gentleman—Lang Ping, the renowned pianist, and a longtime friend of your Uncle Richter and myself. I am sure you have heard his name at the Eastman School of Music," Richter said, walking over to Lang Ping and introducing him to Linda.

The malice hidden within the story and those ruthless internet revelries felt like countless people cheering amidst a murder case, sending a chill down one's spine.

Three days later, a fleet consisting of two Kan-class and three Zhen-class ships—five vessels in total—set sail. Led by Lin Zhen, Yun Yi dispatched two Xiantian grandmasters and two squads of imperial guards to accompany the fleet to Xuan Province.

In fact, Yun Yi had unlocked the one hundred and eight major acupoints in the human body to achieve the Xiantian perfection realm half a year ago. Like other predecessors, Yun Yi was stuck at this bottleneck, having no idea how to forge the path to the realm beyond Xiantian.

Because the creatures guarding the Land of Exile were desperately trying to resurrect this half-dead entity.

The giant turtle had a human head, bald and gleaming, with a pair of drooping white eyebrows and a long, flowing white beard. At this moment, it was panting heavily.

He no longer wanted to be a Wednesday's child, nor did he wish for there to be any Wednesday's children in this world.

The antique single-barrel telescope in his hand was the very same gift William had given the three brothers as a greeting gift a decade ago, when he visited Leon's court to see his father, Ferdinand I.

The bucket theory states that forging divine power is like building a wooden bucket; the amount of water it can hold is determined not by the longest plank, but by the shortest one.

The best approach was to nurture a new generation of the Di family, placing them among ordinary people so they could experience ordinary life and hardship, learning to pool the wisdom of the masses to solve problems. Only such individuals could be considered true talents.

Finally, anxious waiting bore fruit when someone posted on Twitter that they had seen one of the films shortlisted for this year's Palme d'Or main competition.

Had Ling Hong and his men taken some kind of drug? Why were they so fiercely aggressive? Cheng Yuanshan immediately suspected Ling Hong’s special forces team, as they seemed to be the only ones capable of such a feat.

For William, the most crucial matter at the moment was Alfonso’s whereabouts, as this man was the only one who posed a threat to William’s conquest of Spain.

Amidst the background hum, a white ball of light appeared at the muzzle of the Immortal Law Cannon, growing steadily larger and more blindingly bright.

Realizing that Ji Qingxuan and the others had burned their divine rune power, the black-flanked entity transformed into a streak of light and darted toward Ji Qingxuan.

It was said that the Heavenly Demon Codex, the Heavenly Demon Strategy, gathered various martial arts from the six paths, including the renowned Dao-Heart Planting Demonic Art, the Heavenly Demon Strategy, the Heavenly Demon Art, and so on—all of which originated from the Heavenly Demon Strategy.

Le Xin nodded, telling the steward to attend to his own duties, then wheeled Duan Qingyan into the grand hall. The large table in the hall was already set, laden with nearly twenty dishes that instantly stimulated one's appetite.

Li Minghan frowned as he looked at Mo Ran. He finally became certain that Mo Ran had truly changed. In the past, she had rejected him countless times, but previously she had merely put on a tough facade, reacting with such intense, rehearsed resistance every time.

Mo Ran still didn't quite understand what the Inner Guards were for, but she did know one thing: Fan Li was sending her off to handle a task; otherwise, he wouldn't have dropped a phrase like "You are my disciple." Knowing that he never wanted anyone to know he had a disciple, those words must have been meant for "Thunder" to hear.

The scarred-faced man put down his wine glass, finally unable to help himself. He stood up, walked over to Wen Yang, squatted down, and pinched Wen Yang's chin, observing the face in detail.

Before Wen Yang could even raise a hand, he was sent sprawling sideways by a sudden, fierce slap from Yin Langge.

Yet regrettably, he did not crash into it. It wasn't that he stopped himself in time; rather, Murong Changqing had pushed him back with a single finger.

Hu Qing was truly good to Hua Qingyan and could never find it in her heart to scold her harshly. Furthermore, Hua Qingyan's current act of spoiled pleading melted away whatever lingering resentment remained in Hu Qing's heart. Helplessly, Hu Qing tapped her forehead and said nothing more.

Ni Yeixin was instantly caught by a pair of strong arms, and his field of vision was filled with Murong Changqing's fair and well-toned muscles.

"A spatial array," Han Yi suddenly realized. At this moment, he and Zhanshan were already enveloped by a layer of silvery-white light barrier, from which an aura of spatial laws faintly emanated.