Chapter 31: Slaying the "Heroine"

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But when they saw the tens of thousands of great ships of the Demon army retreating from the "Sea of Judgment," they cheered the name of Cano Lin loudly, yet Cano Lin never returned.

"Hmph! Afraid of an earthquake? Are you really that fragile?" This inadvertent display of intimacy stirred a sense of jealousy in Huang Jiayi, who stood nearby. For the past five or six days, Chen Fan had been cold toward Huang Jiayi, showing warmth only to that maidservant.

Liao Buting said a word, then hurried back to the cockpit to open the cabin door; at Xia Tian's signal, the group boarded the aircraft one by one.

When Xuan Zhan reached the front of the high platform, the iron chain was steadily hooked onto the platform by his fingers.

"I knew Shuang'er was the best to me; you couldn't bear to see me go hungry." Zi Qianye’s face was filled with the triumphant smile of someone who had gotten their way.

However, the salary could not compare, and furthermore, having fallen from such a height, one could not hold their head up in front of their own family.

Although Tan Bengbeng was her secret guard, she had never intended to delay Tan Bengbeng’s life for her own sake.

Dressed in purple, with eyebrows as picturesque as ever, a faint smile hung on his bewitching face. Yet, Ji Zili felt a sensitive, subtle wrongness, though he could not put his finger on what it was.

The crowd was stunned. Did they hear that right? A dignified Princess of the Great Zhou, actually speaking of "severing five limbs"?

Watching his mother hold the skincare products with an expression of ecstatic joy, the previous look of embarrassment vanished. Luo Tianyou, who had just been brought back to life from his disappointment, shook his head and sighed.

But at this moment, his aura was closer to that of the ghosts—nearly identical, carrying an endless scent of death.

Still, Bai Chonglou did not make any grand movements; he simply gripped the sword hilt and the edge of the scabbard, striking directly at the heavenly lightning that trailed behind him.

Hmph! Doesn't Xu Jimin always say that Lu cuisine is the supreme culinary school? Today, I will let him see clearly: if even his own grandson doesn't understand the "breath of the wok," how can he have the nerve to claim Lu cuisine is the best?

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Due to a hasty defense, his left hand was outmatched, and he was struck in the chest by Long Aotian, sent flying backward.

"Good, good, good! A young master of the Moon God clan, having practiced the Dao for only a few years, yet possessing such powerful and bizarre supernatural abilities. If you were allowed to cultivate for a few more years, who in this world would be your match?" Zhang Fengshan’s face was pale, his breath coming in gasps. Feeling the permanent loss of thirty percent of his vital essence, his expression turned grave.

Because the seaweed soup always had good sales, Chen Guifang had specifically brought over some dried seaweed sheets from the manufacturer last time they delivered goods, letting everyone snack on them in their spare time.

Zhou Tian pondered briefly and decided he could not wait. The three of them—Zhu Jiang and his sons—might not be easy to find, and even Su Manman and Su Zhan, the siblings, were highly likely to be hiding alongside Zhu Jiang.

Although Xue Xiyuan was a bit dizzy from the fall, her demeanor still retained the aura of a campus belle.

Wang Dian flushed, knowing that today's situation was caused by his own poor deployment. It was no wonder the Commander and the others did not trust him; he could only blame his own incompetence.

The sky here was a pale purple, with clouds "flowing" slowly like shimmering quicksand. Beneath the sky, the earth was falling apart, and some buildings were even hanging completely upside down.

King Ning exchanged a glance with You Junlong. This wasn't a difficult task, but why did this Young Master Wang want to do this? Did he have some other plan? Still, it didn't matter. The Great Liang Royal City was so vast—what trouble could he possibly stir up? Thinking of this, the two agreed.

Yu Fei’s face was filled with sorrow; he grabbed it and sat there, seeming to have lost his soul. Finally, he brought the object close to his nose, inhaled deeply, and tears slid down his face.

As Mu Yi’s voice fell, the churning ground suddenly calmed. The zombie rats, who had been left dizzy by the waves of soil, thought it was finally over, but suddenly, the soil around them began to heat up.

Yet, it was, after all, a concrete system within the objective reality of the universe. It was just that humanity lacked the sufficient knowledge base to understand or step into it.

Tang Tianjun followed, floating down as well, but when he landed, his feet did not touch the ground.

"Forget it, stop with the sarcastic remarks. I suspect the Lotus Sect will still pursue us. Let’s find a place first and then discuss in detail," Yu Fei said.

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Although when watching anime in the third dimension, the characters basically differ only in hairstyle and clothing, in the real world, this is clearly impossible. At the very least, Tianyou and the others could distinguish which similar anime characters were which.

This jade pendant was peculiar; both sides were carved with a lifelike azure dragon. The entire dragon body was overwhelmingly imposing, possessing an extraordinary majesty. As Ye Chen focused his gaze, he could vaguely hear a clear dragon’s roar.

Those who continued to drink left first, while the remaining few strolled along the street, preparing to leave the pedestrian zone to hail a taxi.

A cold glint flashed in Tang Hongyu’s eyes. His hands, hidden in his sleeves, clenched involuntarily, and his face turned extremely gloomy.

Compared to martial arts sects like Longhu Mountain or Shaolin, Traditional Chinese Medicine schools have indeed found it very difficult to survive from ancient times to the present.

The bickering of the girls brought Qin Yu and Yang Jingling back to their senses. Both suddenly realized that perhaps they had been a bit too immersed in the act.

Ruirui sighed, as if she had expected this day all along, though there was still a sense of disappointment.

One must know that he was already an Eternal Emperor; if he were to undergo another transformation, he would become a Sovereign.

He had thought that breaking through twice in succession should have reached his limit, yet Chu Feng felt otherwise just now. The aura on his body actually showed signs of continuing to transform.

However, Yang Mingkun knew the strength of these bodyguards of his very well; they were powerful and definitely not people an ordinary person could handle.

He looked like a very ordinary old man, exactly the same as any elderly person in a typical household outside.