Volume 1, Chapter 33: His Remorse

Shen Yan strode forward and blocked her path, but when their eyes met, he found himself tongue-tied, unable to think of anything to say.

Ning Yunshu smiled faintly and spoke first. “The Grand General will become my younger sister’s husband sooner or later. Would it not be improper to address him in such a manner?”

Shen Yan’s heart gave a slight tremor.

Once they reached the fence, the Descendant leaped down before the Dragon Leech had even settled. It was already noon, yet no cooking smoke rose from the house. His heart jolted violently. Something was wrong… Could some terrible disaster really have occurred?

“That Golden Mountain is the Great Wise One you seek!” the black-clad man said, staring into the Descendant’s eyes.

“The God of the Wei River? If you are indeed the God of the Wei River, then you have even less reason to release a flood here without cause, slaughtering living creatures and taking lives!” Mu Zha rebuked sternly.

A radiance suddenly flared in the sky, and a pillar of light descended, shining upon Xu Fu as though confirming his identity. At once, the wildly surging power of the four elements abruptly subsided. As it dispersed, it vanished as suddenly as it had appeared. The sky returned to its deep blue clarity, white clouds drifting across it in serene tranquility.

Li Tianyou was now inside the room, caught in an impossible dilemma. Speaking would be awkward, yet remaining silent would be just as bad. He was still wondering what to do when—

As he turned his head, she saw his face clearly. It was the face of the beloved who had been hidden in the depths of her heart, a face more familiar to her than any other.

This was a vast island, home to nearly a thousand pirates. Clearly, under Guichuan’s leadership, the place had already established the rudiments of law and order. It was nothing like the scattered pirate bands elsewhere, which had no organization and acted without restraint.

At that very moment, a black curtain suddenly descended from the heavens, enveloping the brilliant sword radiance and causing it to dissolve into the world.

The voice was old and deep, with a faint hoarseness, like the grating, tooth-aching sound of metal rubbing against metal.

Ever since breaking through the Ninth Transformation of the Divine Body and advancing to the Fourth Transformation, he had climbed all the way to the nine-hundred-and-forty-ninth step without once drawing upon the profound energy within him.

What outsiders did not know was that although the person seated across from you might be looking at you with a smile, his eyes were not truly fixed on you at all. Through your pupils and retinas, he was gazing at something far, far away.

Only then did I let out a foolish little laugh. At last, the heart I had held suspended settled back down. Whew… I breathed a long sigh of relief.

Zhao Jidong’s two die-hard followers played off one another perfectly. From their words, it was clear that Zhao Jidong had already secured victory over Lin Fan.

The Centipede Demon was enraged and declared that he would use his ultimate move! Whatever that ultimate move might be, Liangliang would be placed under tremendous pressure.

Still, I was not particularly worried. After all, we were fighting outside the school. As long as nothing serious happened, the school would not bother intervening.

Zaoli climbed the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps on foot. At last, the mountain gate of the Lotus Sutra Temple appeared before them. Yet the person waiting there to receive the guests was not the welcoming monk, but Qingtan, who had already received Qingli’s message.

When Young Master Wu heard this, he hurriedly nodded like a pecking chicken. Remembering that He Ximing could not see him from where he was, he quickly arranged a meeting place with him and went to collect the IOU.

Jett was one of the most outstanding members of the younger generation of the Andes family. Before reaching the age of thirty, he had already attained a level approaching E+, and he enjoyed considerable prestige within the family.

“How is my wife?” Seeing Miduo lying there with a deathly pale face, Wei Jianyu felt as though his entire heart had been wrenched tight.

With the force of thunder, A-Jiu drove a bronze awl into the center of his brow. At the same time, the bronze awl in his right hand pierced through Wei Feilong’s ear. Attacked from both sides, Wei Feilong let out a shriek of anguish and despair.

Francis took Kelo to the underground shelter beneath the main royal palace, which had been built by the former royal family.

Only after the warriors had finished clearing away the bodies of the English soldiers did they come to the spring. They removed their hats and plunged their heads into the water.