Chapter 58

Upon seeing Qin Bai still leaning against the wall, eyes narrowed in a carefree and composed manner, a slight frown immediately appeared on his brow.

As a slight chill brushed across the top of their heads, the long hair atop their heads was also shaved off by more than half thanks to Feng Luochen's wondrous sword technique.

Looking at the slices of meat on the table, Su Hao glanced around and found that this delicacy was only on his table, prompting him to look in confusion at Tong Hong beside him.

After shaking off the crocodile, Zhou Yuhang stroked his arms vigorously amidst the howling wind and towering waves, attempting to approach a piece of driftwood not far away.

"No, you all fight over it; I'm just here to watch!" Zhao Dang smiled, taking Fire Cloud True Monarch and Water Virtue Star Lord back a certain distance, keeping far enough to clearly see the Nine Gods Palace without interfering with the various factions stationed nearby.

Once Feng Luochen killed them, they would consequently vanish into thin air and cease to exist in this world.

After pondering over it thoroughly, he concluded that something must have happened to the Han family, which led to Qiao Zhenkun of the Hualong Tennis Club turning hostile and ruthlessly throwing him out of the club.

Thoughts aside, Su Hao did not waste any time. He sprinted directly toward the crucial checkpoint guarded by Tang Xiangjin. By now, his lightness skills were quite formidable; his fully mastered "Cloud Dragon Triple Leap" was already superior to most second-rate martial artists.

"What should we do? Do not expose the connection between you and me, or I will go down with you!" Luo Zhiyun whispered in a warning tone.

Were it not for the deterrence and auxiliary support of various modern firearms, humanity would likely have suffered a catastrophic doom.

Thus, public outrage was entirely natural. After all, this concerned everyone's safety. At first, it was merely sensational news about arrests, but as it spread from person to person, it had now transformed into rumors that the Great Xiangguo Temple was directly colluding with the White Lotus Sect in an attempt to burn down and plunder the city.

Yet, even without holding out any hope, Zheng Yue'e still arrived at Pingxin Company on Monday. This should be her final attempt to strive for it. If this failed as well, there truly would be no other way.

She had already tried and realized that she could not be a wife, so she would simply settle for being a confidante, loving and staying by his side for a lifetime.

Lü Hanqiang grabbed Zhao Zi's hand, his eyes turning red and his lips trembling, unable to find the right words to say.

Li Sijie sat on the other side of Song Xiaodong, her gaze as gentle as water as she looked at him. She had initially thought that even if this man knew a bit of kung fu, there was nothing particularly extraordinary about him. But now, it seemed he was becoming increasingly unfathomable; this sense of mystery was simply too captivating.

Amidst a patch of gloomy meteorites, the head of a youth suddenly emerged. The youth possessed delicate features, and his skin was exceptionally smooth, almost as flawless and reflective as a mirror.

Having witnessed such a supreme treasure as the Infant-Nourishing Pill, Gongyang Yu was nevertheless willing to return it simply because of its preciousness, which spoke volumes about his character. One must know that the Infant-Nourishing Pill was considered a supreme treasure even in the Chaotic Lands.

Liu Qingshan could not help laughing either. Had he not managed to keep a straight face until now, he would have burst out laughing, whereas Tian Yingwei was giggling incessantly.

Indeed, following this intensive training regime, the quality of the soldiers in the Yangtze River Fleet had noticeably improved by a large margin. Shen Jingchao was extremely satisfied with the results and faintly began to understand one of the reasons why the Yinglong Army was able to conquer everything in its path.

Chang Shunhou glanced at Yan Yingyuan, a trace of disdain still lingering in his heart, though Yan Yingyuan's calmness earned a slight nod of acknowledgment from him.

As he spoke, Su Hu secretly poured toxic water into the meal, took a bite himself, and then packed the remaining food into the lunchbox.

Because true qi could be applied to his blood, Su Hu was able to project true qi externally through his blood, which was equivalent to possessing the strength exclusive to Qi-Condensation realm martial artists.

The cave was brightly lit and spacious. Since Jialan Chen's men had lost their terrain advantage, the battle between the two sides was evenly matched for a time, with neither gaining the upper hand.

Meanwhile, the payment for refining pills below the fifth grade was in gold coins, while pills of the fifth grade and above required corresponding grades of medicinal herbs or demonic cores, alongside cultivation techniques and battle skills starting from the Profound-low tier.

To ensure he passed this trial, he had spent the past year bitterly practicing spellcasting and physical combat, while also forging several top-grade white talismans for self-protection.

Sitting in the seat of honor, Magistrate Chun Shenhe happily sipped his tea, having recovered his usual glowing and ruddy complexion.

Under normal circumstances, when encountering such matters, they would inevitably resort to military suppression, and bloodshed was not entirely out of the question.

In the past, upon hearing Guo Changcheng express such suspicion toward his own son, Zhou Yalan would undoubtedly have stood up to sing a different tune. Yet this time, she unusually refrained from refuting Guo Changcheng, instead gazing at Guo Yonghe with an identical expression of worry.

The old man in green robes let out a miserable scream and staggered back several steps, his chest slashed by a sharp blade tip, leaving a shocking and horrifying bloody wound.

Hearing that Shuang Feichen was still willing to help him investigate, Shuang Yuanxing's already crimson eye rims instantly moistened.

They had completely accurately grasped the temperament of the Li father and son; aside from the eldest son whose character remained unknown while he was still away in the capital, the remaining two were both utterly stubborn blockheads.

Glancing at the striking footprint, Liu Yanming felt a surge of relief and swaggered out of the room, leaving a certain death-seeking fellow lying flat on his stomach.

Yet however valuable the Yan Family Bank might be now, it was likely still less valuable than a twenty percent stake in the Pingluan Gold Mine. One must remember that the gold reserves of the Pingluan Gold Mine exceeded sixty thousand tons, making it currently the fourth-largest gold mine in the world in terms of reserves.

Vol'jin did not shirk his duty and continued to command the frontline operations, even though he still felt somewhat dizzy from the ritual summoning through the portal.

Shen Mengyue initially disagreed and wanted to accompany him, but he sternly and firmly rejected her request.

Yellow-Eye Rake could be considered a tough guy. Suffering such severe injuries, a bamboo-tube-like iron pipe suddenly appeared in his hand, and he thrust it backward toward the bullfrog. Before the bullfrog could dodge, its abdomen was struck by the pipe, blood oozing from the tip as its entire body convulsed on the bank.

Upon closer thought, however, it was entirely normal. Crown Prince Lin Rui and the Eighth Prince Lin Zhan possessed drastically different personalities, tempers, and ways of handling affairs, to the extent that they could be described as irreconcilable as water and fire.

After Hu Shilu's disciples departed, Lin Yi sat before Hu Miaoyi, unable to resist gently caressing her gradually swelling belly, a profound and mystical sensation suddenly welling up inside him.

Razor Hill and Razorfen are legendary for being formed from the physical body of the demigod Agamaggan. As evidenced by these massive thorn vines, the two locations are indeed cut from the same cloth.

With a kick of my foot, I sent the wooden table flying forward. Accompanied by a piercing whistle, the wooden table hurtled toward the mutant leader. Before the table could strike him, I had already reached his side, swiftly delivering a palm strike to his chest. Following a muffled thud, under the impact of my seventy percent internal energy, the man's five viscera shattered instantly, leaving him with no possibility of survival.