Chapter 44

Xu Wei whispered into Xu Kui's ear for a long time. Xu Kui's expression flickered between tension and relaxation, creating a deeply complex array of emotions and gestures.

Since those previous factors were not forcibly factored into the time limit, and Liu Tian's task was exceptionally difficult, Liu Tian smiled. Even though half of the reward had been deducted, it was still more than enough.

However, facing the combined forces of the Black Tortoise and the Master of Crane Nest, although Elder Guo was no match for them, he was confident in his ability to preserve his life without any major issues. Therefore, Elder Guo did not simply back down.

Ying Si stood right beside him, watching in a daze. He did not yet understand his friend's temperament and hardly knew what to say.

Unless one was a Saint-grade powerhouse, it was nearly impossible to detect a reconnaissance aircraft flying at an altitude of two hundred meters in full stealth mode.

"Neuton! You will regret doing this! Our guild leader will definitely come to settle accounts with you!" A man nimbly dodged a hail of gunfire among the tables and chairs while shouting a fierce threat at Neuton.

"Who is that? Is that the me in her eyes, or the me in my own heart?" Chen Jing thought to himself, while continuing to listen to Youyou's increasingly gentle voice, which seemed to be the only sound remaining in the universe.

The Wicked Dragon Gorge was rarely visited by humans. Day or night, Chen Jing would sit atop the waterfall at the very uppermost reaches of the gorge. Even if someone were to wander here at this moment, they would be unable to see him sitting there, as he was shrouded in a layer of mist that completely concealed his true form from mortal eyes.

What on earth was inside that palace? What was it that had caused He Moli to fall ill with worry? Ying Si looked intently into the depths of the palace, yet he could see nothing at all.

Therefore, just a few days after Lin Mochen made his move, a detailed report had already been delivered to the Rongyue headquarters.

The Sun-Reaching Sword was the natal magical treasure of the Daoist of Upper Firmament, ranked at the middle grade of spirit artifacts and slightly superior in quality to Lu Chen's Dragon Soul Sword. Forged from ten-thousand-year refined gold, the tapered sword was incomparably sharp. As thousands of swords descended simultaneously, blinding white and red sword radiances flared brilliantly, and a continuous series of crisp shattering sounds echoed through the sky.

"Oh my, helping you is only right! Unlike that heartless brother of yours, who just stands there and watches—how heart-breaking. Come, come, I'll help you." Leopard directly snatched the broom from Wang Yuwei's hands and eagerly set to work.

At that moment, Hu Dele could not help but wipe the sweat from his brow. Glancing around to ensure no one was watching, he put away the magic mirror, found his bearing, and fled.

Would it be unwise to make a move today? But then again, I suppose there is no need to think too much about it; I just need to follow the orders from above.

Mo Wuxian and Qu Yuan gathered their internal energy to glide downward. After a full quarter of an hour, they finally reached the bottom, which gave a clear indication of just how unimaginably deep this vertical shaft was.

"Still... still inside. There are two brothers conducting an interrogation," the executioner stammered in reply.

Human feelings are perhaps the most irrational things in existence. Every time she gazed up at him, she could feel a certain bittersweet tremor. She still sensed that a man like this was someone she could never fully control or see through, yet he was also someone who utterly intoxicated her and whom she could never bear to let go.

"Well, how miraculous! This is Ghost Butterfly Rock's radiation, known for seeping through every pore and being nearly impossible to guard against. How is it that when it reaches you, Boss, it completely loses its potency?" Su Bu moved his limbs and realized that although Li Yuan had withdrawn his Roaming Dragon Force, he himself remained unaffected by the radiation. It was simply heaven-defying, completely bypassing the natural restrictions of the Heavenly Dragon King's heritage ground.

The car instantly fell silent. Ruan Qing stopped talking to him and instead quietly gazed at the night scenery outside the window. Streetlamps flickered, and the moonlight felt cool and distant.

At any rate, Meng Fan felt that the path of talismans suited him very well. All of his magical power remained within his own body; the only requirement was to upgrade them every few years—or even decades—much like expanding a storage capacity.

The watermelon-eating girl glared at me and ignored me further. My eyelids grew heavy, and amidst a dizzy haze, I lost consciousness.

I turned and walked away immediately. Old Si, the watermelon-eating girl, and Crippled Huang hurriedly followed. Once outside, Crippled Huang had us get into his van, stepped heavily on the accelerator, and rushed us back toward the village.

All powerful mighty figures knew of Wudi's formidable reputation; who would dare to pluck the tiger's whiskers? Not even Hongjun would dare. As for those ordinary immortals and demons, even if they were unaware of Wudi's existence, they still wouldn't dare lay a hand on the human race. After all, neither the Human King nor the human race were pushovers.

"Boss, is this really a good idea?" Chen Ying'er naturally could also tell that the item before her was a component of an epic-grade equipment set.

The guarding Scotsman went to report, and shortly after, he and the other captives were led before a grand hall.

Upon learning that Yang Kaiwan's two-star elite-tier Super Gyarados had broken through to the three-star tier, Qin Zhaochi and Cao Xuan nearly spat out the food they were chewing.

Wushan had not expected that Bai Qi would betray him. Furthermore, when his imperial father asked that question just now, he had failed to respond immediately, and a sudden sense of foreboding washed over him.

Today, two years later, the first prototype of a mechanical clock in the human realm sat before Victor.

As the saying goes, living in Chang'an is not easy. Whether in Chang'an of the flourishing Tang Dynasty, New York in 1920, or Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Shenzhen a century later... the cost of living in first-tier cities has always been exorbitantly high. Rent alone could devour a massive portion of one's salary.

Mu Jingnan paused his steps, glanced at Ziying, and cast his gaze toward the welcoming procession in the distance. Yet, after only a moment, he turned around and walked back the way he had came.

Without answering the soldier, his only response was Zhang Bailing's icy-cold words, delivered in an unquestionic, commanding tone.

Buy one, get one free, and it even comes with a great beauty! If he did not take this beauty into his embrace, Zhang Bailing felt he would be doing himself a great disservice.

It seemed he was well aware that if they truly fell out and fought to the death, he might not necessarily come out on top. His initial plan to use a devastating ultimate move right at the start to establish dominance while simultaneously showcasing his mastery over magic had now completely fallen through.