023

Ye Fenghua was certain of the Emperor’s intentions; otherwise, what charges could have been fabricated to bring down the Zhan family? By the end, the tone of her questioning had dissolved into tears. Zheng Jin knew that if she did not agree today, she would face the consequences.

Sure enough, Mu Ling’er was currently bathed in an endless sea of flowers, with the dual energies of Yin and Yang rotating above her head and the Yin-Yang fish leaping in the air. Once everyone had gathered, the City Lord, Xu Qingyun, floated in mid-air, scanning the crowd below.

"Don't be like this. If you don't let me fulfill my promise, I'll only feel like I'm forever in your debt, which is quite uncomfortable," Chu Shaoying said, twisting her mouth and letting out a sigh.

As the stabbing pain in her chest gradually subsided, Cheng Yuan found a nurse and borrowed a phone to call Lu Tingchuan, but the line consistently indicated he was powered off.

From the moment his hands were stained with blood, Xia Zihang knew there was no turning back. He had fallen in love with the feeling of controlling life and death, and with the thrill of being able to slay his enemies with his own hands.

With a flick of his mind, Zhang Qi vanished into thin air, and within a few breaths, he appeared at the entrance of the cave. The man in black watched the direction in which the three had departed, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he pulled out a walkie-talkie and spoke.

Xia Yuanchen and Jinglan had lived quite tragic lives. Hundreds of years ago, he had a lover named Jinglan, and the two had relied on each other throughout their lives until Jinglan returned to the dust.

Lin Hai’s Demon Refining Pot contained everything that could be salvaged from the mortal realm; it had almost everything one could imagine. Opening a printing factory with it would be a matter of minutes.

"If you don't want your father to die, hand over the Golden Silk Armor immediately. My patience is limited," Dou Lin sneered. His guess had been correct; Sun Qian was deeply worried about his father’s safety, and this tactic was like a chokehold on him.

In reality, he was only fifteen years old. This year, the Han army was recruiting hundreds of soldiers to fill vacancies, with a minimum age requirement of eighteen.

On the Dragon Slaying Platform in the Heavenly Realm, the Jinghe Dragon King was held captive, his heart filled with anxiety. Suddenly, his dragon eyes widened as he saw Wei Zheng approaching, dragging his blade.

Gao Zaiyun was indeed formidable, and he wielded a Soul Sword of Cold Iron. For that reason alone, a ninth-stage Sword King was like an ant in his hands, not to mention that the others were already wounded.

Leng Hanxi, seeing that her strike had failed to kill Lin Hai, let out a sharp cry and prepared to strike again.

"I've washed," she replied. For some reason, when Ling Mo asked this, her face turned red.

After Huchuquan surrendered, Liu Fan ordered Jiang Jun to lead five thousand Qihuo cavalry to support the Han army in their pursuit of the Xiongnu.

Boom! No sooner had Huang Weidong finished speaking than a terrifying aura erupted from the top of Lin Hai’s head.

Within the Yin-Yang Purifying Lotus, it was not just the evil spirits that vanished, but also Ning Jiang’s own primordial spirit. With three spirits reduced to two, this one-for-one trade was clearly not what Ning Jiang had intended.

Before his words faded, his figure retreated with lightning speed, space cracking open behind him as he unleashed his spatial evasion technique to the fullest.

"Mingxuan, why did you come down without wearing any clothes? What if you catch a cold!" Meng Qi asked angrily.

It had always disliked the bespectacled man, and now, with Chen Zheng’s order, it bit down hard on the man’s crotch.

The Primordial Giant Spirit Body was once famous throughout the six provinces of the Eastern Region. As the foundational technique of the Primordial Sect, its power was astounding, though by now, it had become a minor skill.

However, before Shen Moyi could speak, a graceful and charming figure flew down from the second floor, her posture of breathtaking beauty.

Clearly, this Blood-Crying Blade was far more precious and practical than the crystal chain Prince Rolin had presented. With so many bidders, the shouting grew louder and louder, echoing throughout the hall.

At this moment, Ning Jiang gripped his hand, and a mass of black Nine Nether Ghost Fire appeared in his palm. The ghost fire flickered, yet it emitted no heat; instead, it exuded a chill even more terrifying than the power of a frozen prison.

Even if Song Mingzhe fully utilized this trace of the Heavenly Dao’s origin, his chances of proving the Dao and becoming a Heavenly Monarch upon reaching the peak of the Golden Immortal stage were only ten percent. In history, there had been many who failed even with a ninety percent chance.

Jin Junxu’s expression changed several times; he naturally understood Cui Taixian’s meaning, having carefully examined Lu Shaoqi’s entire deductive process.

"Then, Senior Sister Tang Wuyao, what are the colors of the rainbow again?" Lu Cheng asked, his tone filled with uncertainty.

The students in the class all said that Zhou Ziyang had started working hard because of Song Shihan, and gradually, the teachers began to believe it, even joking about it.

"Xie Linlin, what are you feeling guilty about? I just haven't seen you in a long time and missed you. As the saying goes, ‘If you haven’t done anything wrong, you don’t fear a knock at the door.’ You’re so nervous—could it be that you’ve done something shameful?" Li Nuowei replied, wearing that same inscrutable smile.

The [Thousand-Mechanism Dragon Kun] had evolved from the Shadow Kun. Having lost the "shadow" trait, it had gained physical mass and now belonged to the categories of mechanisms, living creatures, and the demon race.

She blinked her large, dark eyes and wiped his face as if nothing had happened, obediently and earnestly straightening his lapels, looking as though nothing at all had occurred.

Only Li Wei remained skeptical. Seeing Huang Zhe bypass him without striking him, he could tell that there was still some brotherly affection left.

"You can't escape!" Hearing the man’s low voice in her ear, Li Nuowei angrily raised a hand and struck toward Li Yiting’s left cheek.

Because she had previously been threatened by someone at the mid-seventh stage, she was intimately familiar with this kind of pressure, which was why she had fought for a chance at survival and clung to this young man.

Most importantly, before the soul could inhabit a physical body, it had to endure the torture of blood refining, akin to the eighteen levels of hell, to have any chance of a successful possession.

Gu Jia’er wondered if the former reason was the most fundamental and motivating source.

After a pause, Liu Shaoqing added, "Actually, it was indeed inappropriate for the Prince of Qin to offer the 'Fish-Gut Sword' as a congratulatory gift. It shocked quite a few people at the time."

No wonder he had nightmares; when a person is sleeping, if their chest is compressed and breathing is obstructed, it is very easy to have nightmares.

"That just shows that Third Brother is a natural-born talent. I am willing to hand over the Changyu," Zhao Chengqi said, though he didn't believe for a moment that Zhao Chengping could succeed.

"Whoosh!" The next moment, almost exactly as Guan Yu was momentarily distracted, a black glimmer carrying a shrill whistle suddenly darted out from behind the headless corpse. Like a venomous dragon that had suddenly appeared, it carried a piercing sharpness, passed through the headless body, and continued to strike viciously toward Guan Yu.