Volume 1, Chapter 56: Living Target

The sinister man who had nearly taken half of Bai Tingyu’s life left no room for others to back down in his words or actions; provoking him was akin to provoking the Lord of the Underworld.

Only cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage or higher, or demon beasts, could hear the tolling of the bell over the Glazed Sea. Soon after, the entire sea began to stir with dark currents.

She had inquired with Zheng Jiang and learned that there seemed to be some internal matters within the Shi family recently; she wondered if tonight’s banquet was related to those affairs.

Grandmaster Zhang, while being flattered by the crowd, showed no trace of happiness on his face. Earlier, Ye Tian had forcibly broken through the Four Seas Water Dragon Formation.

Ye Tian’s expression brightened with great joy—he never expected to find a spiritual-grade magical artifact here. It was an unexpected gain, and he happily reached out to pull it free.

Fragments of shattered images buried deep within his mind began to stir restlessly, always surfacing at moments like these despite his usual efforts to organize his thoughts.

Just as the orderly was about to fetch a ladder, Feng Sanniang smiled warmly and opened her left palm. To everyone’s astonishment, Deputy Officer Huo’s ring shimmered brilliantly in her hand.

“Chief of the sea stronghold, you should return first and lead your men to retreat. Don’t rush too much. After half the brothers have withdrawn, bring back the weapons, equipment, and provisions.”

He exerted great strength, forcibly dragging Xiang Qin to the front of the carriage, opening the door and shoving her inside.

Back then, when Grandpa Zhao Wansong disappeared, the burden of the Zhao family fell on her shoulders, yet she never felt as powerless as she did at this moment.

When Duan Gujin saw the two blood snakes launch a fierce attack against him, he guessed their fate was sealed.

A pair of beautiful sisters watched Lin Zihan and Liu Xiaoyan embracing, each with a different expression.

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Liu Chaoshen was already stationed in front of the television early, but unlike before, the old master’s mood was clearly low today.

Both production studios used the registered trademark of Minglei Pictures, and personnel from both sides maintained contact.

Su Shuyan was thoroughly annoyed by Old Madam Quan’s persistent nagging. When he heard the report that Yun Chi and Li Jingyi were leaving, he finally found an excuse to leave, quickly bidding farewell to Old Madam Quan and going out to see off Yun Chi and the others.

If they truly loved each other, no amount of obstruction could change their resolute hearts.

“Sigh, we’re cousins, so I won’t speak with false niceties. Just now I told Qian Niang that you’re really different from before,” Qin Liniang was straightforward, always speaking her mind. Now that she was married, she had become more reserved, yet she still spoke her true feelings.

Boom! The hand-ring flying sword left his palm and instantly transformed into a crescent-shaped halo of light, as if the surrounding spiritual energy had been completely drawn away.

The building had only six floors, and the room Li Wei rented was on the fourth floor. The group began climbing the stairs upward.

Otherwise, if they became unhappy and abandoned her halfway, how would she survive? Lin Meijun clenched her hand tightly. She could not simply wait to be defeated; she had to take the initiative. Only by seizing the upper hand could she negotiate.

“Something like that,” Xia Zhi nodded reluctantly. After all, as a master of light novels, Tachibana Aya’s skill was undeniable; disapproval was impossible.

At this moment, it would no longer be easy for them to wander back and forth through the Du estate as they did last time.

Right or wrong, once this cat ended up in Great-Grandmother’s hands... no one would dare to ask for it back.

Jiang Fengxiang wanted far more than these things; what he desired, he could never give her. Therefore, she could not harm him.

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In the moment of his surprise, the foreigner’s dagger suddenly stabbed toward Li Guoqing. The swift speed revealed him as a master of dagger combat.

Lin Fangjie was extremely astonished upon hearing this. He knew how Liang Fanxin thought and naturally doubted the whole matter, which was why he had been called out—to glean some information from him.

It was already noon. People busied themselves with their tasks, weaving through the crowd. Some gathered in small groups playing cards, while a group of twenty or thirty sat together wrestling, cheered on by many. The atmosphere was noisy and lively.

The four-episode animations split from “5 Centimeters per Second” and “Voices of a Distant Star” each reached an average of four million views per episode. This work alone could earn at least ten million per single play. Wasn’t that an enormous profit?

Resolute, Wisteria Sparrow lowered her head and quietly ate her meal, a stark contrast to her usual boisterous nature.

In the dimness, I did not lift my gaze. Above was that terrifying face. To prevent myself from fainting in fear, I chose not to look at her.

Because of the entanglement of the skeletal flame and the “chaotic” demonic palm with the thirteen-tier “flesh” body of the River King, the turbulent and twisted demonic energy began to slow, spreading blood mist. Judging by the continuous fading trend, the devastating demonic technique, though highly threatening, was destined to be extinguished sooner or later.

The man who opened the door for me gave me an immediate impression of resembling Ye Cheng. That’s right—Ye Cheng and Ye Yan might be brothers.

Yan Qingyuan felt neglected and wronged, like a child. He did not want to be mocked by a fool, nor did he wish to lose his dignity as a man.