Chapter 35 (Part One)

"You are not allowed to bully my big brother like this!" Ye Anyang, hiding behind the equipment, was furious to see A-Niu being attacked from both sides. He leaped out and rushed toward the battlefield, looking ready to fight for his life, grabbing an iron rod along the way and swinging it wildly.

Tang Ling found the woven bags and quicklime she had prepared nearby. She applied the quicklime to the necks of the severed heads to stop the bleeding before placing them into the bags.

Old Qi had thought Xue Wei had consumed everything; he hadn't expected her to have an ace up her sleeve. Yet, Xue Wei's actions worried him. She was trying to recruit Lin Xin; if Lin Xin were to become a second Director Huang, it would be a massive problem.

Zilong, the last Shadow Master of the Auspicious Cloud Continent a thousand years later, abandoned the glory of the King of Assassins to embark on a journey of destiny.

"My sister will be back to rest for three days after the sports meet tomorrow. Will her safety be alright?" Su Yang asked with some concern yesterday, having returned to Leng Ye's villa—he had been staying there for a while.

But... if no one told Yu Jiao "this is not your fault," she would become what Qiu Lan had narrowly avoided. If no one punished the evildoers, she would fall into despair, perhaps eventually becoming what her father was now.

Yang Fei'er realized she had spoken out of turn and quickly apologized, thinking to herself: He’s always so full of smiles when we’re at the Liulian Pavilion, yet he puts on such an arrogant air at a time like this.

Leng Ye nodded and began clearing the items off the table, restoring it to its original tidiness in a few moments.

Fulin sensed her strangeness, and his heart stirred; this expression seemed so familiar. Who was she, exactly?

Beifeng Ling was like a venomous snake, his eyes gleaming with a chilling, cold light. He flicked his tongue like a serpent, waiting for the right moment—waiting for the time he could unify the Bixi Continent and kill Nangong Zhao'an.

"Well, I'm heading back now, Xiaolei. See you tomorrow." Tan Yu'er suddenly said goodbye, for reasons only she knew: her lower body was beginning to feel a sense of 'dampness,' and she had to go back to take care of it.

"Then, what if you and Xiuzhu are more than just colleagues?" Sensing the evasion in Tang Si's words, Qin Danshi pressed further.

The Wan sisters had not followed her demands at all, nor had they had any further conflicts with the Mu family.

Zhu Shichang licked the corner of his mouth. He knew that if it were truly useless, Peng Yuxin wouldn't have brought it out at such a time. Seeing the confusion on everyone's faces, he simply asked first.

"Silly Girl, are you afraid?" At this moment, Tang Shaoyan turned around, took Silly Girl's hand, and looked at her face, which was swollen in a way that was truly heaven-shaking and earth-shattering.

"You—how are you here? Weren't you at the police station? Are you human or a ghost?" Cheng Cheng screamed, retreating constantly until she tripped over something and landed hard on her backside.

But this hadn't fully convinced the Meatball. The Second Brother was also lost in thought, trying to determine if Liang Bo and Qi Bailu had other motives.

I was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Qiao Qiao meant. Pan Yuan and I had sought her out ourselves, so why did she say to go find her?

Jiang Lei had originally been somewhat dissatisfied, but hearing this complaint, he felt Su Ming's frustration had some merit, so he could only laugh it off and offer a few soft-spoken words of persuasion.

Once the incantation was finished, an invisible giant hand descended, plucking a portion of the mana from within its body out of thin air.

Zi Miao felt a pang of pity for her husband; she rose to fetch a basin of water to wash his face properly.

In the Gao'ao Territory, three out of four fronts were experiencing major battles, and in truth, even the Ge'lun Mountains, with their natural geographical advantages, were not stable.

Thus, the gathering held every hundred years at Starry Sky City to select the master of the outer islands became known as the "Star-Plucking Assembly."

Seeing Ning Ci forcibly trying to intervene, he was consumed by rage. He took a step forward, emitting a sharp whistle, and an invisible, transparent sound wave surged forth like a flood.

Looking at the coin purse in her hand and then raising her head to look at Li Yunze, Zheng Dan's eyes were full of confusion.

The students gathered quickly, seemingly unwilling to waste any more time. After all, they could best be described as famished at this moment.

This discovery had been inspired by Han Li. He had seen Han Li use the Divine Thunder of Purity to deal with the Asura Sacred Fire, and it had been able to completely suppress it.

Originally, it had been too proud of its martial prowess to bother using artifacts to win, but now there was no choice—it had to use them.

He estimated that by now, it should be working. If he had realized anything and wanted to leave, it was already too late.

Moreover, given the ferocity of the Starry Sky Beast, once they had encountered each other, Hao Chen was not naive enough to think that merely avoiding it would make the creature let him go.

However, high-level warriors usually possessed skills to cover their blind spots, making it very difficult for wanderers to perform agility-based suppression, unless the wanderer's agility was more than double that of the warrior.

The spiked club detached from the Star Armor and resumed its original form. He raised his right hand, pointing straight toward the firmament, and let out a mighty shout; the club suddenly expanded dozens of times in size, becoming as massive as his opponent's weapon.

She did not want him to suffer even the slightest injury; even if the probability was one in ten thousand, she dared not take the risk.

"Didn't I tell you to go back? Why did you run back here again?" Seeing that familiar figure, Hao Chen's heart filled with joy.

Murong Chi was becoming truly terrifying. The way he looked at her was as if he wanted to devour her. How could she possibly dare to marry into his house like this?

The vines on their bodies elongated instantly and then frantically pierced toward the crowd, coming in a dense, overwhelming, and terrifying wave.

Han Yan did not want to let him off so easily. Seeing Lin Kexin's pitiful appearance, she was reminded of the various humiliations her mother had suffered in the past. Hadn't she also ended up in such a state because she had chosen the wrong person?