Chapter 158: The Miserable White Wolf

The room was strewn with the hacked-up pieces of the thugs, and blood was splattered everywhere.

Chu Shisan lowered his head, holding the Immortal-Piercing Sword in his hand, and only looked up upon hearing footsteps.

The cowardice was gone from his face as he looked up at Cao Mang. "I have attained enlightenment. Sooner or later, I will be worthy of you!"

With that, he flicked the blood from the blade, recalled the Immortal-Piercing Sword into his sea of consciousness, and walked out like a proud peacock.

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"Break, break, break." Huang Qing's eyes blazed with fire like a heavenly deity descending to the mortal world, spitting out three consecutive commands to "break." A surging, primordial-like momentum violently crashed against the barrier of the fourth-tier restriction.

Whether judged by her speech, her status, or other aspects, it was already evident that Ding Yu and she—as well as the other classmates—belonged to an entirely different tier.

Fu Chen broke out in a cold sweat, a black line involuntarily crawling up his forehead as he thought to himself that this girl really took things to heart and held onto grudges.

Compared to the outward dazzling splendor, this place possessed a touch of quiet elegance and seclusion, hardly resembling the atmosphere one would expect from the Fox clan.

He knew that the city lord had also been observing secretly for a long time; had it not been for his own formidable strength, he would never have commanded such respect.

A painting hung in the hall. I looked at it closely and felt a hint of surprise, because the skeleton in the painting bore an eight-tenths resemblance to the one in my dream, and I was certain I had never seen this object before.

Do obsessions possess will and intelligence? This is an insoluble mystery within the cultivation world that has plagued countless cultivators.

Qin Feng observed that although the soul power of this elderly miner was not immensely strong, it was roughly equivalent to the soul of a cultivator in the Qi Refining stage.

On the fourth day of Dongyang's entry into Hongliang City, he finally concluded two days of closed-door meditation. His divine soul had recovered by seventy or eighty percent, and at least on the surface, he appeared unhurt.

"Soul-Eater, you are merely a primary-stage martial artist, yet you dare to provoke me, Brigadier General Wells! You are simply courting death!" Wells immediately said with utter disdain.

In truth, Chi Yi herself had no idea how badly she was injured. She had only felt a wave of pain while in the river, and upon coming ashore, she was too busy catching her breath for the pain in her legs to even register.

"Shut up! If you make another sound, get back to your own courtyard!" Chi Wanying arched her willow eyebrows and cast a displeased glance at Aunt Xu, successfully silencing her.

These animals had eyes that glowed in the middle of the night, a chilling green light, and being stared at by them from time to time was truly rather eerie.

Qingzhu had already probed the situation clearly with his spiritual sense and did not reply to it. Instead, he expressed his intention through action, heading straight east along the base of the rock wall.

Perhaps because Ichimaru Gin was a genius, he had also acquired this talent. While fighting Kamado Tanjirou, he had comprehended Sun Breathing to a certain extent.

Therefore, she did not mention the schoolhouse, but simply found a random excuse to have the villagers provide her with a list of children.

"Just how much did he drink?" The emperor showed no surprise. Whenever he assigned a task to Nie Chengfeng, if the man uncovered some extraordinary matter, he would always drink a bit of alcohol first to work up his courage.

The scene shifted abruptly from bright, cheerful colors to a gloomy darkness, with a torrential rain pouring from the sky.

Withdrawing his gaze from it, Qingzhu turned toward the mountain peak ahead, a mesmerizing, faint shimmer flickering within his eyes.

They believed that as long as they kept running, they could escape the lion's hunt! They were confident in their own endurance surpassing that of a lion.

"Phew... That god of plague is truly terrifying. When he was browsing the supermarket earlier, I almost couldn't help but lie down and fall asleep; my head felt all heavy and dizzy. But the moment he left, I felt completely relaxed all over," Linglong said as she stretched lazily.

She cast the copper coins once more, and looking at the hexagram they formed, she bit her lower lip in silence. With the candlelight flickering, she furrowed her brow in deep thought.

Beyond the heavy iron gate lay an elevator lobby, and right beside it was a fire escape leading straight down to the basement.

"Hiss..." Waking up with such a hangover naturally brought a headache. Su Junge massaged her temples, rubbed her eyes, and began to reflect on the fact that she really had drunk far too much yesterday—she had only herself to blame.