Chapter 43

(1/3) That term was like a towering, solid mountain of despair, plunging down abruptly to crush the minds of all void monarchs and shatter the consciousness of every immortal. It rendered the entire city voiceless, plunging it into a dead, absolute hell.

Leaving the Ruan residence and arriving at the entertainment district, she saw the early morning crowds bustling with noise and excitement. The livelier it was, the more it accentuated the profound loneliness in her heart; the more she tried to distract herself, the more scattered her mind became.

Suspended in mid-air, Hu Qingyi widened her eyes, finding it hard to believe that the domain pressure of "perversely defying the natural order" was radiating from her opponent.

You must know that her senior brother was not only a renowned physician capable of bringing the dying back to life, but also a rare martial arts prodigy.

Ling Mo obediently took it, removed the red stopper from the white porcelain bottle, and took a careful sniff. A rich aroma of wine assailed his senses, mellow yet carrying the distinct, refreshing fragrance of plums.

Luo Feng gently tugged at the corner of his lips. There are some things that, only after losing them, make you realize how deeply you have been yearning for them.

"Grandma, I won't fall behind in my studies. Don't worry, I know what to do!" Heng Xi understood the adults' worries and thus comforted Lin Xinjie.

As its body stamped downward, the void distorted to the extreme, nearly vibrating, and wherever the dim light radiated, all matter evaporated and vanished.

Fang Cheng's body trembled violently, knocked downward and crashing into the bottom of the celestial energy cage at a speed exceeding that of light.

"Then tell me whether you're ready or not." He never bothered to explain the decisions he had made, and Zhao Ke, who used to race cars with him back then, would surely understand his burning desire to win.

With this turn of events, the other eleven roulette wheels could no longer wait and attacked simultaneously, giving Mo Yufei no room to catch his breath.

(2/3) Yunshu silently watched him finish all this, and then silently watched him walk toward her.

Hua Changan, the director of the political education office,'s prediction came true. The uncles and aunts of those four students came to the school leadership's office every day to make a fuss, demanding an explanation from the school.

I felt rather depressed. What the hell, was someone telling me I was ugly to my face? Although I'm not exceptionally handsome, I'm at least presentable.

Wang Jinshu had just received the ball when two players closed in to double-team him. One of them kept trying to knock the ball out of his hands, which thoroughly angered Wang Jinshu. His slightly hunching torso suddenly straightened up, slamming fiercely into the player pressing against his back and sending him sliding two or three meters before coming to a stop.

"This king harbors no malicious intent... Young lady, feel free to accept it. You showed kindness to my child, and besides, looking out for your interests is also for the sake of my child; I do have my own selfish motives," Xuan Qi said slowly.

"This is the five hundred and twenty-eighth layer of hell that you speak of. Beneath this, there are actually two more layers. Not many know about this, and even those who do only know of the existence of the five hundred and twenty-ninth layer. There are five hundred and thirty layers of hell, and I am the only one who knows," the half-faced man said leisurely.

Wang Tian muttered inwardly, especially regarding Guo Cui—this was clearly the result of drinking too much, letting loose under the influence of alcohol, and shouldn't be taken seriously at all.

It was almost as if they had lost their own gravity, suspended amid the terrifying vibrations and resting motionlessly around the two of them.

And so, Wang Mei'mei tidied up again and again, dressing herself to look as obedient as Yaya, before slowly going to find Cui Cui first. She wanted to report to Cui Cui beforehand to avoid going straight to Ugly Erdan and stirring up trouble.

Ji Ting could only agree. Looking at the pile of boxes in front of her, she was utterly speechless—who gives their child a gift by staying silent like a missing person for over twenty years, only to return and drop twenty years' worth of provisions all at once?

Because going directly to pursue Bai Ling might lead to failure, and then Bai Ling might distance herself from her. This was a serious matter, so she changed her approach to interacting with Bai Ling, and then found an excuse to become friends with Bai Ling, making it a much safer bet.

(3/3) Mick stretched out his right hand and clenched it into a fist, directly crushing several huge boulders falling from the fierce explosion into powder.

Qian Xi wasn't aiming to get the highest praise; it was just that the people before her had already said everything she wanted to say, leaving her clueless about what else to add. There was no way to make people believe she wasn't copying the previous speeches, so she had to resort to an unorthodox approach to stand out.

A photograph of Count Belod's corpse—shriveled as if all its nutrients had been sucked dry by something—alongside an image of maggots bursting out of his body, was published in the newspaper without any obscuration.

"Therefore, the person in this photo is indeed me, but I have never strolled down the street with her. I haven't even met her—no, I should say I've never even spoken to her on the phone," Jiang Xiuhe said very bluntly.

Last time, a miracle was used to sever everything, but this time, was he channeling his existing abilities into the sword? Jon roughly assessed how the greatsword operated.

The door was suddenly pushed open from the inside. Jiang Xiuhe's face was still somewhat flushed, and her eyes, brimming with amorous charm, glared at Yan Xiuze before she walked inside without looking back.

For no other reason than the fact that some men's clothing was still lying scattered on that single bed.

Xiao Fan kept his spear at the ready, fighting incessantly, driving Xia Wanru into utter defeat until she melted into a puddle of mud and couldn't help but beg for mercy.

Just as she was about to reply, a sudden gust of wind swept by, and Yuyun saw the members of her team continuously losing health. Even she, with the lowest level, lost a third of her health. A system prompt accompanied by a long chime appeared in the chat window.