Volume 1, Chapter 130: She is thinking of him; he is chopping melons.

It was actually quite simple.

One night last week, Jiang Hui stayed at a nightclub until two or three in the morning. When everyone was leaving, she said she was going to the restroom.

After hearing what Yuan Zhi had said, Lei Liang’s heart tightened. “How can I stand by and watch Senior Brother enter the Cave of Hundred Ghosts alone?” Saying this, he ignored the monk’s warning and continued toward the cave entrance.

“Damn it, their defenses are too tight.” Several carefully calculated attacks by Yang Jian were blocked by Miyamoto Fujiwara with his twin blades, and Yang Jian narrowly avoided being struck by Izumi no Kami Fujiwara Kanesada.

It had evolved from one of the secret arts of the Ice Crystal Palace’s guardian cultivation method, infused with an aura of extreme cold and primal energy under the augmentation of the power of laws.

Everyone appeared sincere and enthusiastic, truly like members of one family. Yet beneath that warmth and sincerity, every one of them was harboring ulterior motives.

As his voice faded, golden ripples instantly spread across the sky behind Gilgamesh.

Even if the Glazed Sword Formation could not inflict serious damage on Black Impermanence, it still had to hold him fast. If necessary, they would wear him down to death. Black and White Impermanence absolutely could not be allowed to join forces. Leaving aside the fact that Luo Tian had no confidence in challenging two bronze rings with a single short sword, once their minds were connected, the combat power of Black and White Impermanence would increase by a geometric multiple.

When I looked over at the fat man, I saw his brows drawn tightly together. Even though he was wearing a mask, I could still sense the tension and fear emanating from him.

This secret art was not something that could be mastered in a short time. Moreover, this was not the right moment for prolonged secluded cultivation, so the main soul consciousness naturally could not devote itself fully to comprehending it.

“Those fellow cultivators who are familiar with water, please come down with me and deal with this monster.” A majestic voice rang in Yang Jian’s ears. Judging by the reactions of those around him, they had evidently heard it as well.

The five disciples who broke into the top five would then be allowed to enter the inner sect and cultivate there, becoming inner-sect disciples. Not only would their status rise by a thousand miles, but the inner sect’s resources were also far superior to those of the outer court. Their future cultivation would advance by leaps and bounds.

The Dark Sphere and telekinetic manipulation were both abilities belonging to Syndra, the Dark Sovereign, in the game League of Legends. Who could have imagined that, within her domain, she would be able to combine the two abilities into one—and even achieve domain manifestation like the Lord of Scarlet Flame City?

The Divine Realm of Zeus occupied the twenty-fifth celestial tier. On this celestial tier stood a mountain range spanning an entire continent. It was called Mount Olympus, and the gods of Zeus’s divine realm lived upon it.

After entering the room, Jiang Kairan spotted Ye Xing at a glance. She was wearing headphones and smiling, apparently speaking with someone on the other end, though her voice was low, clearly because she was afraid of disturbing the others.

Zhu Gang had just said that they were not immortal embryos. Mortals needed to practice martial arts before embarking on the path of immortality, whereas immortal spirits and demon spirits did not. The world had never been fair. In modern society, some people started far higher than others—their starting point was someone else’s destination. Immortal spirits and demon spirits were born with innate bodies; from the very beginning, they stood at the first destination mortals had to reach on the path of cultivation.

The teasing look in Jiang Fan’s eyes and his mocking words instantly turned Luo Tao’s face pitch-black. The moment he withdrew his fist, he struck out again with even greater ferocity.

Yet whenever Ye Wudao did nothing, she would feel that her own charm was insufficient, leaving her constantly plagued by uncertainty and anxiety.

Four of the five messages in the upper-right corner of the screen reported kills by Jiang Kairan. Ever since he entered, the notifications had been appearing almost nonstop.

She still did not know that Sang Lin was not insane. He was acting for the hundred million dollars Smith had promised him. He probably would not even be moved by a hundred thousand dollars. Ten million, however, would be enough to make him waver.