Volume 1, Chapter 42: Searching for New Prey

Seeing the casual look in Qianxiao's eyes and the slight tremor of her pupils within their sockets, he felt somewhat strange and was just about to open his mouth when he saw Chi Dong suddenly walking down from upstairs.

Though he had originally intended to use the opportunity to kick up a drunken fuss, the moment he recalled his wife's words, Yan Kang instantly sobered up by more than half.

Since one is a god, one must have the self-awareness of a god. Why waste breath on a bunch of mortals? But while the crime of offending a deity could be pardoned, making them feel disgusted was still worthwhile.

Meanwhile, Li Qi also expanded the territory of the Huaxia tribe all the way to the coastline. Because this was the former domain of Orochi, and Orochi was an overlord-level entity within the sea, it was named after Orochi.

The chubby man covered his face, too terrified to utter a sound, completely devoid of the haughty and pretentious air he had worn just moments before.

"You two old bastards, so you've been here all along! I heard everything, you both deserve to die!" Yue'er rebuked furiously.

Seeing Tie Zhongxiao rushing toward the apartment, the security guard did not waste a word and directly pulled a long spear out from under the desk.

The other party had just become pregnant and was temporarily unable to work. If she was willing to pursue this line of work, she could take advantage of her pregnancy to go to Hong City, learn those techniques taught by Zhao Wen, and then directly open a shop in the capital.

It was evident that they still harbored some resistance toward bows and arrows. This was quite normal; aside from simple and straightforward pleasures, humanity has always held a certain degree of resistance toward new things that replace traditions, finding it impossible to accept them overnight. Furthermore, Li Qi's bows and arrows were not yet perfect, especially from their perspective.

However, Mu Boyang clearly suspected her of having done something wicked, specifically targeting Consort Chen. If her mother were to find out about this, she wouldn't be able to clear her name even with eight hundred mouths.

A Yellow Turban soldier, who had already put aside all thoughts of life and death in order to buy time for their commander to retreat, shrieked at the top of his lungs.

After the apartment manager unlocked the front door, Shuichiro Hayashi and the others removed their shoes at the entryway and walked straight inside. As soon as they entered, Hayashi was deeply impressed by the cleanliness and simplicity of the apartment.

"Brother Zou, just focus on healing your wounds and pay no heed to the rest. Once you recover a bit, we'll charge our way out!" Xie Gongbao was consumed by righteous indignation, yearning to go out and slay a few of them to strike terror into the hearts of the enemy outside, deterring them from easily stepping foot into the cave. Driven by this thought, he hurriedly reached behind his back, grasped the Eight-Desolations Qin, and drew the Embracing-Moon Sword.

Within their bodies, a peculiar crystalline substance can be produced, which can be utilized to develop folded-space jumping technology capable of penetrating spatial faults.

Upon receiving the news of Liu Hong's death, He Zhen knew that He Shu would have to return. Today, she had finally arrived in Luoyang.

As early as the Emperor's era, the Greater Luo Heaven had once been the dwelling place of the gods. It was simply that they had later gone missing.

"Help me to the next room. For the next few days, I shall be meditating and cultivating. Keep a close watch on him and make sure he doesn't die." The Taoist in the green robe lowered his eyelids, his strength completely spent, as if he had aged ten years in a single instant.

Guided by this carp spirit, Zhang Muyang spent half a day touring nearly the entirety of Dragon City, excluding only those restricted areas. He explored the various trading markets in particular; though he did not step inside every one of them, he gained a solid understanding of them nonetheless.

Gao Gan naturally dared not slacken. Withdrawing his hand, his posture continued to advance relentlessly. His left index finger brewed power within his sleeve as he silently chanted: "The profound void of Taiji, the impermanence of Yin and Yang, ten thousand forces return to the finger." Channeling his entire body's primordial Qi, his index finger instantly turned as crimson as burning coals. Having fully gathered his strength, he closed in on Tu Yin just in time, thrusting his finger out like lightning to strike his right waist.

I kept my head down and ate, unable to help feeling a sense of lament for Ji Manrou. No matter what, falling in love with someone who does not belong to you is indeed a tragic affair.

Reserving sufficient space and allocating positions along the timeline remained the most rational investment strategy.

Right in the midst of Song Ming's chaotic thoughts, Leng Wumian's attack had already arrived. The aura, so massive that it caused the surrounding space to fluctuate violently, completely enveloped Song Ming. Leng Wumian sneered and threw a punch straight at Song Ming's head.

"What is going on? I have always felt that Hong Dacheng came to this Heavenly Road with an ulterior motive, but why did his aura suddenly change? What kind of problem lies hidden within this?" Unable to comprehend it, Song Ming could only release his divine sense to maintain his focus on Hong Dacheng.

With Xue Wuji voluntarily jumping down from the arena to concede defeat, the entire commandery martial arts grand competition came to a successful conclusion.

Any growing mecha warrior will inevitably encounter bottlenecks during training, more than once, and quite frequently at that.

It was precisely because of these two issues that Wei Jie earned Zhang Chengyong's trust, gradually forging a bond of brotherhood and comradeship over the span of two days. As for the third question, Zhang Chengyong left it unasked. At the time, Wei Jie had felt rather unsettled in his heart, wondering what kind of question Zhang Chengyong was keeping to himself.

"I believe that right at the beginning of the third quarter, the Renminbi will demonstrate an upward trend, and the stock market hasn't reached its peak yet—there is still room for upward movement," Wang Wang concluded inside the meeting room.

Although Ye Hua's complexion was pale, his palms were shockingly hot, carrying the intimidating potential of a single spark that could start a prairie fire, causing Hua Xuanji's face to flush red once more, much like a ripened persimmon.

Upon returning to the hotel, the very first thing Lin Shiyun did upon getting her phone was to check if there were any messages from Pu Qingyan.

Just as Yuchi Liang began to mention that the current invasion by the Blood Demons was as regular and fixed in quantity as always, Chang Huan could not help bursting into laughter.

Strangely enough, even though this palm strike appeared terrifying, it carried no fluctuations of magical power whatsoever, as if it had been delivered from another dimension, failing entirely to trigger any counterattack from the Nine-Storied Dao Platform.

Therefore, upon seeing Song Zhiyying at the dining table, the latter initially thought she was seeing things. Upon realizing she wasn't mistaken, she thought she had taken the wrong seat, considering Yu Zhile hadn't come over with her.

She saw that at the very end of the road, a solitary sacred flame burned brightly, blazing undiminished for a thousand years. Circling the altar of the sacred flame and stepping past the vermilion steps, an emaciated old man was already waiting for him ahead.

Over the years, her painstaking efforts in studying formation techniques were entirely driven by the desire to accompany him to the center of the Fallen Ruins five hundred years later. With so many spatial fragments located there, she wanted to see if she could find a way to help him gather a few. Chang Huan knew that even if she didn't go, he would surely return there.

A few male servants loyally arranged the cages of chickens, ducks, and geese in neat rows, and the odor instantly permeated the entire reception hall. The clan leader blew into his beard and stared with wide eyes, nearly vomiting out the chewed-up fragments of dried old tea leaves in his mouth.

After taking his leave of the Lu residence, Ning Xian's automobile finally arrived near an inn. Before even reaching his destination, he caught sight of his younger brother Ning Rong's poor complexion, so he hurriedly supported him into the nearest inn and instructed the innkeeper to summon a physician.