Chapter 51 (Part 1)

However, the attacks of the Nine-Ching Flood Dragon were fatal to everyone present. Flood dragons were inherently the overlords of the seas, let alone this kind of primordial exotic beast. A single roll of its body could stir up boundless waves, and drawing upon the power of water, it could fight with virtually zero exhaustion, whereas the group could not hold out much longer.

"Don't worry." Qin Hao remained very calm. At this moment, aside from moving his magic staff slightly, he was practically immobile, while Thief Has His Way didn't even dare to use his repeating crossbow. The repeating crossbow had a certain recoil, which could easily disrupt the delicate balance here.

Gao Yi suddenly understood. So this was what the old lady meant; such customs also existed in Gao Yi's hometown, though modern weddings omitted them in pursuit of simplicity. He looked toward Luoyue, only to see her face filled with confusion as well. Evidently, she knew even less about it than he did.

"Watch the speed," Lao Jin replied simply. He then dumped the entire bag of roasted beef into his mouth, his cheeks bulging as he chewed vigorously. He tapped the center console, and the car switched to autonomous mode, driving out of the underground parking garage.

"What is it?" Seeing the unusual expression on his face, Hua Yuyao's expression also turned extremely solemn at that moment.

If he could master this move, it would become his strongest technique at the current stage, surpassing the Misty Rain and Morning Clouds.

"Did you take everything I said before the battle and shit it out? Who told you to counterattack?" Seeing Fang Jiang's expression, Liu Qing's anger flared instantly, and he burst into a tirade! This was only because Fang Jiang was a cavalry battalion commander of the Tiger Guard; had it been a subordinate from the Imperial Guard, he would have walked up and kicked him flat out.

After an unknown passage of time, the scenery before Xiao Chen gradually cleared into a valley. The spiritual energy here was rich, with hundreds of flowers blooming close by and clear springs gurgling in the distance. It truly resembled a sacred ground for cultivation, bearing no resemblance whatsoever to a perilous zone.

Although the explosive shockwave of Qin Hao's Burst Flame Bomb was not enough to blast away its massive body, it was still sufficient to alter its trajectory in mid-air.

Clearly, Fu Yue had already stayed in Samsung City and married Mo Qianrou. Besides, if Fu Yue had truly come, how could he not meet with her?

Along the banks of the Bright Moon River, the sandy beach was covered in nameless patches of fine grass. Stepping on them felt soft underfoot—it was breathtakingly beautiful. In the river itself, gentle ripples danced, and fishing boats with hoisted sails drifted quietly by in the distance.

Just as Liu Hai and the others were about to make their move, an indifferent voice echoed from the void, instantly causing their expressions to freeze and halting the actions in their hands.

If someone hadn't happened to pass by and discover his miserable state, he likely would have died outside the city long ago.

A single sentence instantly widened the subtle distance between the two that had seemed to be closing.

Xiao Yan naturally had no objections; anyway, it was just instructing the household servants to properly host the Yin family's driver.

"If he doesn't have the sufficient strength to protect you, I will not allow him to stay by your side," Ling Tian suddenly spoke up.

Denying that this item belonged to Dongxue? Naturally, that wasn't up for her to decide; Dongxue would deny it herself. If it were merely trouble brought upon by Dongxue's own actions, that would be one thing, but what she feared most... was that Yun Shang had intentionally planted it there. In that case, even if Dongxue knocked her head bloody in denial, Prince Chen would not spare her life.

Shan Mingxu frowned, checked his carotid pulse, and listened to his heartbeat before having him carried into the Yin residence, where the family doctor was already waiting.

When a large force of soldiers suddenly ambushed them in a place they deemed safe, the sheer element of surprise alone would inflict heavy casualties on Zhao Yi's division of imperial troops.

At this moment, a fierce thought burned in her mind: she wanted to know what exact relationship existed between Director Ruan and the President.

"It is good that the Purple Phoenix King has her own thoughts. Xi'er's brilliance cannot be concealed, and the Purple Phoenix King should consider Xi'er's future. If the Purple Phoenix King's identity is exposed, the entire Luo family will fall into extreme danger," Supreme Elder Ling Du Xuanzun warned, and the Purple Phoenix King understood the gravity of the danger.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I only drank a tiny bit, just a tiny bit!" She held out her hand to measure a tiny amount for her, laughing somewhat deliriously.

Architectural styles from various clans, staggered multi-story buildings, and slightly undulating terrain all combined to make this place resemble a city out of a painting.

"Huh? No way!" Xiao Xin looked up in astonishment, feeling as though she had been struck by lightning. She no longer wished to continue such jokes and games, and there was no need for such misunderstandings to persist. However, as someone acquainted with Zhao Jiajia who knew the truth, she could not betray Zhao Jiajia.

Zhongli Jin wandered through the bamboo forest for a long time, searching everywhere, but failed to spot Ouyang Muer's figure. Pondering the sequence of events, she felt something was truly amiss.

Although Chuyu's father had remained silent on the sidelines without confirming or denying, Chuyu was already overjoyed—at least it proved he tacitly consented.

Lu Moqian applied the clear ointment evenly to his own wrist, his lowered head making him look very earnest.

The four of them clashed fiercely, fist winds vibrating, elbows and palms intersecting, and the cracking of joints ringing out incessantly. Thunderous shocks echoed as the entire arena seemed on the verge of being torn apart by their intense battle.

Baili Yi quietly opened the window, and hearing the sound, Zhongli Jin immediately looked over and caught sight of Baili Yi.

However, expecting a long-abandoned manor overgrown with weeds to have something like a doorbell was sheer wishful thinking. After Agent Coulson honked his horn to no avail, he had no choice but to get out of the car himself, pull open the rusted latch, and steer the vehicle along the crumbling flagstone path right up to the front of the house.

Big Brother Hei raised the watermelon machete in his hand, threatening to slash Wen Chai. Terrified, Wen Chai dropped immediately to his knees, his face as pale as death.

He then picked up the bottle of Maotai, unscrewed the cap, swept his large hand out to grab Shan Xiongwei, pinched his stinking mouth open, and began pouring the liquor straight down his throat.

"Heh, are you hoping the academy will step forward and invite members of the Ouyang family to detoxify Xi Feiyan?" Hearing these words from Long Chen, Yi Ning Tian smiled, his aged face looking quite benign because of that smile.

Faced with such an obvious rejection, an ordinary person would have been terribly embarrassed or angered, but the smile on Zhang Ting's face only grew wider.

Therefore, on the fifth floor, Lin Qingyuan of District One was the undisputed king and the top-ranked individual, earning the heartfelt admiration of everyone.

Although Lin Rui was not a good father, setting aside the events of the past few days, he was a good husband.

"If you think it's feasible, then there should be no problem. That's settled. I'm heading right back to the station to make preparations for maintaining order," Zhao Yinhe said, turning and walking away.

At this moment, it finally stopped emitting cat-like meows, instead letting out the desperate, defiant death-rattle of a ferocious beast.