Volume 1, Chapter 30: In Broad Daylight

Upon hearing this, the two retreated to the side in silence, watching the elderly servant’s response. Considering the power of a Daoist oath, they reasoned that the old servant would hardly do something so thankless and futile. Furthermore, Han Quan’s cultivation was superior to their own; it was impossible for the old servant to kill him without a whisper of sound—at most, he might have been trapped.

Father Bai looked at "Bai Mo'er" as a surge of blood rose within her, a drop of crimson spilling from the corner of her mouth and sliding down her chin. His eyes were filled with complex emotions as he gazed at her. This Mu Qianqian possessed much of the disposition of the Mu Qianxun of her past life, yet such a temperament was truly ill-suited for the depths of such a household.

"The Orianna ultimate was a bit too hasty. Once the Alistar uses his crowd-control removal, he can use his W ability to knock the Sejuani away if he’s quick enough. Besides, looking at the current situation, Diana still has her Flash!" Eternal realized the situation had turned dire the moment the Orianna used her ultimate.

A charming, seductive smile curled the corners of Ye Qingcheng’s lips. How clever. If they let the Wolf King discover their presence, the Wolf King would naturally perceive them as the greater threat and prioritize eliminating them, thereby granting the other ten people a chance to escape.

Ye Feng could sense an endless domain of emotions within this object. Whatever domain he desired, he could release it in an instant, achieving a level of mastery that was both effortless and consummate.

The others nodded slightly upon hearing this, saying nothing further. Anything said now would be hollow, and besides, they were not the type to waste time for the sake of strangers. They knew that at the speed of the Devil-Eating Grass, it would be here in less than a moment.

Dantai Haochen flicked his robes, awaiting a single word from Dantai Haoyue. Haoyue’s face turned a pale, sickly shade, as if he had suffered a great humiliation, his breathing becoming increasingly ragged.

Looking up, the forest they had seen three days ago had long since turned into a desolate wasteland. Where could the forest be now?

"We must take Jinpo Mountain!" The disciples of the Dragon and Tiger Sect shouted in unison three times before rallying their spirits to charge once more at the old subordinates of Crab Two.

Just then, Fu Chenhan’s figure appeared at the entrance of the building. Her heart filled with joy, and she subconsciously stepped forward, but in the next second, she froze in place, struck as if by lightning at the scene that unfolded before her.

"Master!" Mo Ke knelt on the grass and kowtowed three times heavily. In the world of martial artists, lineage was of the utmost importance; taking a master and accepting an apprentice was one of the most significant events in a warrior’s life.

He had waited for far too long—so long that it had brought him to the brink of despair. Yet, it was precisely this despair that had left his body and mind exhausted, ultimately forcing him to become more meticulous.

"A school gathering doesn't need to be this grand." He Yin spoke with a hint of an aristocratic accent. She walked to the corner of the wall and crouched down, her dress falling in layers. She was wearing a baby-blue Rococo-style gown today, supported by a soft petticoat; she disliked using large hoop skirts, as crouching would become quite troublesome.

The group headed down the mountain. The path up had been exceptionally difficult, and they had expected the descent to be equally arduous. To their surprise, however, they found a very old elevator hidden within the mountain itself.

Gou Haodong ran down the corridor, his heart filled with memories. The last time, a vengeful spirit had chased him and Wang Zhe through the dormitory building all night long.

"It really is one." Lixia dodged to the side, forced to divide her attention to shatter the skeleton of the nobleman who had just died, lest it harm anyone else.

"Master, didn't you say that martial artists at the Xiantian level hadn't appeared for a very long time?" Jiang Qiujiu frowned.

Grasping the Mountain-River Sword, Gou Haodong weighed it in his hand; it felt as light as a feather. He suddenly thrust the blade forward, the whistling sound crisp and clear like the ringing of a spring.

During this period, another important task was to organize the members of the Northern Yan clans and, after selection, begin the work of farming and alchemy.

This time, he had been ordered to accompany the main force to seize the opportunity to eliminate the remnants of the Heavenly Gate. Although the higher-ups had repeatedly warned that the Heavenly Gate was formidable and that those who had escaped were all skilled fighters, most of the subordinates in the Dongxing Society paid it little mind. Wei Dong was one of them.

Changkong Jiran, who was lying in ambush outside, saw the internal attendant—someone even she dared not offend lightly—tossed out like a ragdoll. Her beautiful mouth hung open for a long time, unable to close.

It must be said that no one expected this fellow Ye Tian to reach out and touch the girl, and right in front of so many people, taking liberties so brazenly. With that single reach of his large hand, he was satisfied with his bit of fun, but the onlookers who had been waiting for the show were left in a state of agitation, their view blocked—they couldn't see a thing.

In reality, to prevent others from pleading on his behalf, he had already smashed his own mobile phone. When he shattered it at the hospital, he had no intention of ever getting a new one.

"Squad Leader, let’s swap. I’ll take the rifle, and you take the shield and the baton, okay?" Deep down, I longed to touch that rifle, and I desperately hoped the Squad Leader would agree.

When the people opened their eyes, they discovered that Fang Chen was wearing a suit of golden holy armor.

He had a premonition that Jerome would not let the matter rest. Of course, if the opportunity arose, he wouldn't miss a chance to make Jerome look foolish.

*Thump*—she used Zhang Ye’s head like a wooden fish and struck it with a mallet. As a result, a lump rose on Zhang Ye’s head.

It was unclear how much time had passed before Chunying regained consciousness from her stupor, only to feel that she could not move. She struggled, but her hands and feet were bound by ropes. She tried to cry out, but her mouth was stuffed with cloth. Breaking into a cold sweat, she opened her eyes wide and stared at her surroundings, desperate to know what had become of her.

One must know that the generation of the Lin Emperors, though mostly stalled at the Super Eight King realm, each possessed their own fortuitous encounters and endless trump cards. Their combat power was not much inferior to that of the supreme masters.

Qin Yaying looked at Leng Muchen. "Muchen, why don't I stay with Niannian tonight? You go back to your room first, alright?" She feared that the slightest movement on her part would wake the child.

Li Xiang said, "Does the King mean to establish a Horse Administration Bureau to specifically research the improvement of horse breeds?" He felt the name "Horse Research Institute" sounded unpleasant, too similar to "flattery" research.

Manru approached with a sewing basket and sat on the railing beside her, beginning her own embroidery. Chunying glanced at her with a frown and ignored her. As Manru worked, she looked up from time to time, seemingly having something to say. Chunying turned her head away, pretending not to notice.