Chapter 49

Meanwhile, in the underworld, the black and white impermanence spirits, battered and fleeing, had not even caught their breath when a weapon ignited with blue flames suddenly swept toward them with a rapid clatter.

"This is excellent," Li Qing smiled faintly. He might be able to find the Fire Spirit and Gold Spirit he sought within the Celestial Vein Realm.

The dancer held a curved sword ablaze with fire in her left hand, roughly as long as her arm. Sunlight pouring from the dome above reflected off the blade, casting a cold, dazzling gleam that sent a chill involuntarily down one’s spine.

The dormitory building, long neglected, appeared dilapidated, its outer walls stained with dark red bloodstains, glaringly conspicuous.

The only reason the direct disciples would appear in person was because of Jia Xiuyuan, who possessed the Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root.

Before he could relax, the indifferent voice sounded again in his ear, unchanged in tone. The Sunlight Deity’s expression shifted drastically as he prepared to flee once more.

“A demon?” Louis smacked his lips. Honestly, Samir was tough and resilient; calling him a demon spirit was almost a compliment.

In a direct confrontation, the invisible sword net shattered instantly. The force of the three top-tier masters crushed the stone slabs beneath into fragments, spreading rapidly like a spider web toward Qin Peng’s feet.

Recalling this, Luo Han informed Yu Li about this person, but was surprised by Yu Li’s serious intention to visit Xu Xin.

“Then why don’t you think about how much I needed my mother back then? Why did you cruelly kill her? Why were you so ruthless!” Ugly Slave, driven mad by Mica, wildly stabbed his dagger repeatedly into her, blow after blow, until satisfied by the blood pooling on the ground, a grin curling his lips.

My spirit was arrogant; after pinching without satisfaction, I hammered Fan Ye several more times. After a long beating, Fan Ye, the one being “assaulted,” actually laughed.

Usually expressionless, Zhou Zhenkun—under these circumstances—might just be scared enough to wet his pants.

Mo Xize was that perfect man who, whenever he put his heart into something, always achieved the best results.

She then sent a photo, showing her holding Yin Xiu’s hand; both wore matching rings on their ring fingers.

The prosperous Sheng Shiyao initially ignored him, but in the next moment, I couldn’t help but cry out in pain, a sensation as if thousands of arrows pierced my heart, the agony spreading throughout my body. Out of the corner of my eye, Sheng Shiyao had halted, rushing swiftly toward this place.

I quickly bent my waist low and indeed saw, inside the luminous white snow cave, a dark figure moving slowly, accompanied by the clear sound of carving snow. At this moment, A Nan gestured for silence toward our restless group and then pointed inside the cave.

While I wondered why there was someone on my bed, a man’s thigh pressed against mine. All my words vanished instantly, my scalp tingling as if exploding.

After Li Heng arrived, Miao Xiangxin completely relinquished control of the entire situation. Like boneless, he leaned against Li Heng, unable to stand. Li Heng, unlike his impatience when dining with me, now carried the commanding presence of a ruler.

Though long suspected, hearing it from her own lips was another kind of unbearable, soul-piercing agony.

Generals from various countries, advocating rapid fire attack, believed that the Sui army, weary from a long journey, was ripe for an ambush. Missing this chance meant losing the best opportunity.

Li Tan first watched Liu Xin’s Lamborghini and Fan Longquan’s Audi depart, then drove toward the provincial government road.

Seeing Long Aotian’s arrival, they instinctively wished to salute, but he refused. He did not want his soldiers to remain so restrained; he hoped to be their friend.

Yet even so, Li Ru tried to stop it but failed. Closing his eyes, he silently apologized to Yuan’er.

At this critical juncture, even Liu Bei yielded the Eastern Sea Commandery and Xiapi to Cao Cao. What else could Liu Biao say? Unity required sufficient concession. After Zhou Yu’s navy was destroyed, Liu Biao truly needed assistance.

Once the Zheng family’s fleet entered these waters, no one dared mention piracy again. Facing such a colossal force, turning to piracy was courting death.

They didn’t know how long the two spoke but knew that even at three in the morning, the room’s light remained on.

Far away, halfway there, a band of fierce horse thieves had already surrounded Xia Village. Hearing the deafening battle cries, these cowards lacked the courage to reinforce and fled back to the county town in a rush.

Cao Cao had no choice but to mobilize troops, withdrawing 200,000 men from Qingzhou and, combined with forces from Yanzhou and Yuzhou, totaling 400,000.

A commander ultimately refused to disobey his sovereign’s orders, bound by too many emotional ties. Had he persisted in fighting the last battle in East Min back then, the situation might have been vastly different.

Thinking of the one she loved, cold and distant toward her, yet tender and smiling with Su Huaining, she felt great hatred and deep discomfort.

“Lu Xiangchu, what are you doing?” An Yuhe was at a loss, unsure why this person was so angry.

Gu Jinsheng’s eyes moistened. Despite all the upheavals, she had not cried, but when Third Master said, “I have failed you,” her nose tingled inexplicably, tears welling up.

“Nothing else, just a bruise here,” Yin Qingyu said, rolling up her uniform sleeve to reveal a pale arm with a bruise.

Most passersby here wore military uniforms, so Shen Ruoxue and the others had no worries about being harassed.

Even Ye Qingcheng on the podium looked on with curiosity, secretly pondering what terrible deed this fellow had committed to make the young lady pursue him so fervently.