Chapter 52

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War God Yunfan did not attack him. He merely said one sentence before leaving, which allowed Su Tingfang to breathe a huge sigh of relief. Daring not to linger any longer, he controlled his celestial-grade armor and flew straight toward the distant sky.

After all, it was a living creature. It could not simply let someone casually cleave through it from top to bottom with a single stroke. It would inevitably resist. The fact that Nan Yao had managed to thrust half a meter into it was already a matter of luck; had he tried it while moving at high speed, he probably would not even have achieved that much.

It was like two continents, with ships ferrying people from one to the other from time to time, while the fighting continued without end.

The orderly chorus of acknowledgment rang out together with a sudden burst of cheers. Their voices converged, becoming a resounding song of the galaxy.

At that moment, a fierce gust swept in from behind. Ling Fei tilted his body slightly, reached out, and caught the gust with unerring precision.

Leaving aside the fact that he had once been a Spirit Transformation cultivator himself and was far more skilled at such techniques than Azure Dragon, even now, with the Dragon’s異瞳, though he possessed only Nascent Soul cultivation, his mastery of spatial manipulation was first-rate. How could Azure Dragon possibly compare?

Apart from the sweeping changes in the allied political arena, the privately circulated news concerning the allied military was even more astonishing to those involved.

Two rapid, abrupt sounds suddenly rang out in the tunnel. Zeng Zhi fell backward and began rolling frantically across the ground, clawing repeatedly at his face with both hands. Startled by the strange noises, Han Lei immediately leaped two steps back, and crimson lotus fire flared around his arm.

She cursed Yan Bin inwardly once more for being useless. With such favorable circumstances and every advantage on her side, she had still ended up in such a miserable state. She did not even know how to sow a little discord against Consort Xi before Empress Dowager Xie.

Jiang Yushu suddenly understood. “So it was you who cleaned everything up for me. When I saw him in the room early this morning, I thought…” Her face flushed, and she awkwardly cut herself off.

“Duoduo, I want to ask you something. How do you view your family?” Na Baichuan hesitated slightly as he asked.

“If you want to stay here, then stay. If you want to leave, then leave. You really think it is going to be that easy?” The thugs surrounded the exit, refusing to let Ming Hao and the others depart.

She naturally understood that, given her Desolate Ancient Spirit Body, the amount of spiritual power stones she consumed was astonishing. It would be difficult for anyone to meet her needs, so she did not expect the underground exchange to produce very many. As long as they could provide enough for her immediate emergency, that would be more than satisfactory.

Moreover, during the years Jing Tian had been in charge of the Chenxiao Guard, she had used the methods for training special forces that she knew from her previous life to put the Chenxiao Guards through another round of training.

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It had to be said that Gong Shaoze was an exceptionally handsome young man. His features were unbelievably refined, and his bearing was excellent, like that of an elegant prince, though there was also a faint hint of roguishness and wickedness about him.

As she passed the side rooms in the courtyard, she glanced over from the corner of her eye and saw, beneath the dim yellow lamplight, a graceful silhouette cast against the window paper.

In her world, Jiabao was the finest person under heaven, deserving of everything good. Yet now, her beloved Jia-jia, the best person in the world, had actually been treated with such… such… disregard by a makeup artist.

When Ding Zhan reached this point, his heart gave a violent throb, as though he still could not imagine what had happened then.

He had not the slightest suspicion that Gu Chengxi had discovered him using martial arts to eavesdrop. It was a forbidden technique, and unless one had attained a sufficiently high realm, it was impossible to detect.

Chen Liang gazed at her with a smile, his eyes glimmering as radiant starlight flowed through his phoenix-shaped eyes.

“Get out of here! All of you, get out of here! Otherwise, I’ll kill her!” The man roared at the police outside. “Don’t try any tricks!” As he finished speaking, he pressed the knife another inch closer to Qian Ai’s throat.

Most of the workers from the Health Hall whom he had captured were subordinates of Ziyun Feixiang. Every one of them was a hardened man of unyielding character. How could they possibly tell him the truth?

Now that the Demon Lotus Pool had been taken away, this Eartip Continent no longer held much value and had become little more than a burden. Surely the great clans would not fight over such a place again. Of course, it still had some use: it could serve as a training ground.

“But what happened?” Gao Mohan asked anxiously, unwilling to wait for Mr. Gu to continue at his leisurely pace.

Once the flames had passed, the injuries, the blood, even the cracks in the spirit armor—all of it vanished. It was impossible to imagine that only a moment earlier she had been suffering near-fatal wounds. She calmly tilted her head from side to side, making it seem as though the attacks that had taken place until then had merely been an illusion.

The cavern was covered in spiderwebs, its stone walls mottled and uneven. At a glance, it was clearly a natural cave, and there were no hidden beasts within.

Seeing Zhang Yan rolling her eyes in fury, Jinqing was delighted. When Du Xuexiang came over to mediate, she merely smiled faintly and shook her head, adopting an innocent, demure expression.

In truth, what he really feared was that this demon might recover its strength inside the cocoon. If that happened, he would regret it beyond measure.

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The abbot wore a long beard and stood more than seven feet tall. Leaning on a golden Buddhist staff, he possessed an aura of profound steadiness—so much so that even Zhang Yi could not see through him.

I did not find it sudden; I simply did not know how to agree to her request. When she saw me hesitate, she continued, “If you are busy, then forget it.”

The walls of the passageway were a vivid red, as though they might burst into flame at any moment. Curious, Ye Qinglan tossed a fruit toward them.

At Kangji Corporation, Huang Shangkun presided over a grand celebration. Colorful flags fluttered, firecrackers exploded, and gongs and drums thundered beneath the heavens.

Thinking of the Emperor, she felt somewhat happier. But when she remembered that the Plain Origin Prince’s residence had still sent no news, gloom once again settled over her heart. This time, there was no way that princely household would escape.

He thought that people these days were truly inexplicable, always coming up with such disorderly and pointless contraptions. They were all show and no substance. Instead of exhausting themselves over these passwords, they would do better to consider whether such things might cause trouble for others.

The servant said helplessly, “If Young Master Mo refuses to take his medicine, the First Prince will certainly be furious. Then we servants who failed in our duty will be the ones to die.”

Across the other villages, together with Twin Stone Immortal Village itself, there were roughly one hundred and thirty or forty children who needed to undergo the Opening of Immortality ceremony.

Emperor Tianli could endure no longer. At that moment, Ye Qinglan was an irresistible temptation to him.

When Mo Wuxi pushed open the door and entered, she sprang to her feet, rushed forward in a single stride, and threw herself into his arms, clutching him tightly with both hands.

Tang Feng turned toward him and greeted him with a smile as well. “Chairman Xu, it’s you. I thought it was Old Ma Kangji’s car.”

Xu Ping’an, however, had always regarded that fishing incident as the most glorious achievement of his eighteen years.

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