Chapter 51

There were five of them in total, and the one leading the group was none other than the Xuanjian King, who had surrendered to their Ten Directions City. The remaining few were city lords of various Black Iron Cities who served under him.

Afterward, the eldest prince handed his flying dragon over to his younger brother, John, instructing him to escape by riding the dragon. When the second prince later asked him where it was still safe, Clete remained silent for a moment.

Perhaps afraid that he would leave again while she was asleep, her hands tightly clutched his clothes this time, not loosening their grip even in her sleep.

"Tsk tsk, look at that! Even the heavens are saying your romantic fate is ill-fated. No matter how you try, this red silk simply won't hang up properly. You might as well save your breath and accept your destiny." Xu Shiqi smiled triumphantly, offering a sour and sarcastic jeer. Her disdainful laughter was truly enough to make one's hands itch for a punch.

"This..." Every single word from Murong Xuanling weighed down upon Fang Yizhou's back like a massive mountain.

"Yue Xing, can you kiss me?" Shao Qingning said as she stood on tiptoes, attempting to take advantage of Yue Xing.

Xueqiu, nestled in her arms, looked up at her with an innocent expression, as if saying, "Mom, what are you talking about?"

"What the hell! Someone is spreading rumors and trying to harm Senior Brother Wei! I must hurry and go spread the word!" Realizing this, he hurriedly turned back.

Shifting his gaze away from Nicole, Hong Yu looked at the other illuminated demonic stars. Within each of these demonic stars existed a demonic pet.

Everyone from the five major tribes totaled around a thousand people, and they were all currently gathered at the entrance of the Divine Sacrifice Hall.

The roaring voice coming from the walkie-talkie in his embrace was familiar to Zheng Zha; it was the same voice that had previously given orders to Zhang Jie.

An angry roar suddenly resounded. Mu Tianxin instinctively turned his head and saw an elderly man with hair standing on end in fury, hurtling toward them on a flying sword with a menacing aura.

Deng Tianci pondered silently. It made no sense for a family even more powerful than Wang Silin's to suddenly appear out of nowhere in China, to the extent that he didn't even recognize their surname.

As the voice faded, the person leading the group proved to be the exact same elderly man Lin Chen had previously spotted among the bushes.

The Imperial Uncle's icy gaze was like that of a bloodthirsty Asura, sending chills straight down her spine with just a single glance.

Song Feng shook his head and casually tallied up, "Take the outfit I just changed out of, for instance: a custom-made emergency rush order from top master Brenian, costing five million a set. A pair of shoes, hand-customized on the streets of Florence, eighty-eight thousand."

Meanwhile, the places they passed along the way all featured uniquely shaped metallic objects adsorbed onto them.

After that person returned, Wang Tian racked his brains to chat endlessly with Sun Hailin, spilling even the intimate details of what had transpired between him and his wife the previous night.

During the last sect grand selection, the God-Slaying Palace had already snatched away one genius, and now another genius had emerged into the world. Has the Heavenly Dao changed? Are geniuses nowadays as common as cabbages by the roadside?

Four more days passed in this manner, with Xu Meng continuing his routine cultivation according to plan. That evening, Ma Changlu came to inform him that another person matching the description had arrived at the inn.

Guyun looked up at her, somewhat surprised that Ling'er could utter such words. Just as he was about to reply, Ling'er spoke again, "You just called me Master once; surely you aren't thinking of giving up now, are you? That simply won't do." Guyun couldn't help falling speechless once more, guessing that she was afraid he might stop calling her Master.

Yet, no matter how desperately he searched, he could find nothing, because there was not a single trace of a human figure in the surroundings, chillingly desolate.

To put it another way, if she were ever to marry, that man would undoubtedly be the one she loved most, so the notion of anyone taking advantage simply didn't apply.

Hearing this, Luo Yu couldn't help feeling a fresh wave of elation. It seemed this concentric combo technique truly was a treasure. One had to know that executing two martial skills simultaneously was several times more powerful than using just one. He estimated that with his current cultivation level as a second-tier warrior, executing two Earth-grade martial skills at the same time would likely consume only about half of his primordial Qi.

"Xinyu, is there something you needed me for?" Luo Yu asked calmly, his handsome, sword-like brows faintly revealing a trace of laziness. Indeed, although he had just broken through to a third-tier warrior and had just absorbed the dragon clan's primordial energy, his rigorous daily evening cultivation left him feeling quite exhausted.

The feeling of being toyed with in the palm of someone's hand like a marionette was truly nauseating!

Returning to the spot where he had descended, he began to press against the ground and walls, tapping with the knife hilt to check if the space beneath was hollow, inspecting every single section of the wall and floor in a desperate search for any hidden mechanisms.

Hearing this, the Shohoku players wore dark expressions. Recalling Li Youyi's unusual behavior of hugging Mitsui earlier, they seemed to instantly understand something.

It was indeed rather excessive, so he offered no words of rebuttal. After all, he had kissed and touched her to his heart's content; there was really nothing left to be unsatisfied about.

He pulled her into his arms and examined her back and forth, finding no patches of hair missing, which finally allowed him to set his mind at ease.

If the spiritual energy-filled space of before could be likened to an ocean, then the numerous cultivators were merely fish within that sea. As long as they remained within the realm of spiritual energy, they could roam freely wherever they pleased.

Although he was a man of the cloth, when the Holy Lord instructed humanity and the Holy Son Meda bestowed the gospel upon the world, they certainly never taught people the logic of turning the other cheek when struck or enduring insults in silence.

Gu Tailai complied unconditionally with any requests made of him. Since he had chosen to participate in the project, he had to abide by its rules—this was a matter of basic professional ethics. If one refused to do so, they simply shouldn't participate.

The long sword of White Crane Spreads Wings was jarred into a slight sway, causing White Crane Spreads Wings to feel a turbulent surge of internal energy within.

The car accident had happened seven years ago; by now, the broken bones had long since healed, and the injuries had scarred over completely. Could there be something bizarre about this?

In the capital, Elder Cheng paced back and forth anxiously outside a sealed chamber. The official assigned to look after him hurriedly fetched a chair and placed it nearby, uttering not a single word, as everything went without saying.

"From this day forth, the position of Right Prime Minister is abolished. In the State of Fantian, there shall henceforth be only one Prime Minister." Emperor Fantian flicked his sleeve, causing the thunder and lightning across the heavens to vanish instantly as the dark clouds dispersed.

Listening to her earnest tone, Shi Weixia couldn't help letting out a sigh before speaking directly.

As soon as Qin Ran descended, she spotted a hall. Not many people bustled through the hall, and those who did all wore white coats—the universal identifier for everyone here.