Volume 1, Chapter 50: Jiang Hao and Tu Sufei

"Zhao Sihao, you need not worry about anything. As long as you behave yourself, I will do nothing to you."

Qi Yubai must by no means be let off. Before his clansmen, he had to maintain an upright and honorable demeanor, but how could he let go of the humiliation he and the Black Witch had suffered without exacting revenge?

When the old servant reported this to his master, Zhao Huang pondered it deeply upon hearing the words: Could there be a profound secret hidden within the paintings? Although I succeeded to the title of Prince Fuyang, my father did not pass down the princely seal before his passing. I searched for it exhaustively to no avail; yet, my father was passionately fond of painting during his lifetime, perhaps he indicated its hiding place through art.

Instead of retreating after clashing with Li Hongtian, You Xiaotian surged forward, chasing after Li Hongtian's recoiling, airborne figure.

Following the master's stern reprimand, the old man bound his junior brother with the Immortal-Binding Rope, then bowed three times to the master and said, "This disciple respectfully bids master a safe return." As the words fell, the paper painting turned blank and fluttered to the ground, leaving neither master nor junior brother anywhere to be found.

Everything was tangled together like a mess of hemp, interwoven all the while with his heart-stirring feelings for Nalan.

For many years, Splinter had never entertained the thought of fighting to the death, for almost no one had ever driven him to such a state. This time, he had encountered Yun Jie! Having resolved to fight to the death, he cast aside his martial techniques, drew his blade, and engaged Yun Jie in close-quarters hand-to-hand combat.

Stepping out onto the main street, the traffic was bustling and the area outside the hospital was as lively as ever. He searched his pockets and unexpectedly found his wallet, inside which several hundred-yuan bills lay quietly.

Yet, the crushing pressure of the formidable demon looming over the mountain still weighed upon Qi Yubai's heart like a massive boulder.

The spatial rift opened, and Yun Jie charged out with his fist-blades drawn. Outside, night had already fallen. Yet, Douglas could be faintly seen clutching his blood-red backside. The moment he saw Yun Jie rush out again, he flew straight up to the peak of the mountain, turned around, and braced himself for battle.

"It is nothing." The person in black pulled off their mask, revealing a face of peerless, moon-like beauty, save for the fact that this face was entirely devoid of emotion, resembling a soulless puppet doll.

Yet, those chaotic monsters seemed endless, impossible to slaughter completely. Under wave after wave of their assaults, even gods could not escape the fate of having their souls scattered and bodies destroyed.

On the contrary, Zhang Xiaomeng cheerfully fetched a bowl of stewed liver from the kitchen to give Zhang Cheng a treat since he had missed lunch.

Li Yao turned around and pleaded, as if branding the tenderness of fifty thousand years into that single glance, leaving Mo Qing utterly powerless to resist.

Yet, regrettably, he was unable to walk away; the person behind him stood like a bronze wall and an iron rampart, blocking him firmly in the middle.

Wang Hao merely waved his hand indifferently. He only cared about the outcome; as for the process, he had no need to inquire into it at all.

Kunzai's tone carried absolute confidence. In his view, it was simply impossible for anyone in this world to be a match for Yang Lan.

Jin Yeli did not speak, instead furrowing his brow as he stared at her for a moment, making sure she was completely unharmed and experiencing no discomfort whatsoever.

Wang Jiao licked her lips, walked straight past An Zhihong, and strode right up to that bitch. Reaching out, she grabbed the bitch's hair and delivered a fierce, vicious slap across her face.

She had been far too concerned with the other's appearance and far too overjoyed, so much so that she had entirely forgotten the woman was drenched from head to toe.

This world is far too complex, and human hearts are fickle. I utterly detest being dragged into these whirlpools.

Of course, such thoughts were merely fleeting fancies; Jiao Yuan would never voice them out loud, lest Liu Zhenyi accuse him once again of disrupting the internal peace and stability.

Just as the atmosphere in the room grew heavy, a commotion suddenly erupted outside the medical hall, accompanied by a rumbling sound echoing across the sky, resembling a sudden peal of thunder on a clear day.