Volume 1, Chapter 45: A School of Kuruma Prawns

Octopuses were not something Ye Cheng had been particularly fond of eating in the past, mainly because he found their appearance a bit unsettling, though those who loved them were utterly devoted, especially to the suction cups.

Walking a couple of steps along the beach, he suddenly startled a tiger prawn, which leaped out of the sand and fled wildly through the water.

Ye Cheng’s eyes lit up. What a huge tiger prawn! It looked to be about thirty centimeters long, darting half a meter away in the seawater with a sudden *whoosh*.

Yet, no matter how fast it was, could it possibly outrun a man's long legs and arms?

Ye Cheng abruptly accelerated, swept down with a large net, and scooped it up.

"Damn, it's huge!" Ye Cheng grabbed the shrimp, finding it longer than his palm by a wide margin.

Before he could take a closer look...

Once lacking the most crucial medium—namely, the precious evil spirits imbued with the Seven Deadly Sins—the gates of hell would remain an impossible illusion.

The staff was entirely engulfed in flames, burning fiercely like the blazing sun in the sky. Its immense power swept across all directions, causing the air to vibrate and space to shatter. A pitch-black wormhole flickered in and out of view, and violent fluctuations washed over everyone's senses, sending a chill through their hearts.

Li Ping sighed and comforted her, saying that it was all in the past and they should just pretend they had been sold into a sweatshop for these days, finally experiencing a taste of life in hell.

Stunned for three seconds, she unnaturally rubbed her nose, raised a paw to say "hi," and then scurried into the washroom in a flash.

"How could it possibly be the middle of the night when there's a bright sun hanging right up in the sky?" Realizing his phone must be broken, Chai Zhiguang put it back into his pocket and looked up again to check on his grandparents, but their figures were no longer anywhere to be seen in the courtyard.

Instead, a sense of relief welled up in his heart. It was fortunate that he had left early; otherwise, he likely would have met the exact same fate as those people.

For someone who had long made a habit of sabotaging his teammates, it wasn't as though he had never encountered a standoff where both sides entered stealth and confronted each other. He was fully prepared for this. First, his stealth skill could last a long time, outlasting ordinary opponents; second, he had prepared fuel-filled incendiary bottles.

Previously, Ji Ruohua’s sword qi had been filled with Buddhist light, serene and peaceful, but now her sword qi resembled a grim reaper from hell.

Lord Mount Tai, also known as Lord Taishan, was originally a title created by Taoism. Taoists regarded the deity of Mount Tai as Lord Taishan, who is a revered god in Chinese folk religion.

Meanwhile, certain others watching this battle suppressed the shock in their hearts and began making their respective arrangements.

Although Hanyan was heavily wounded, the National Protection Army still remained loyal to her, and many ministers in the court disapproved of Yin Luoxuan’s method of ascending the throne. With the backing of a heavyweight like the Prince of Qinchuan, how could he possibly refuse?

Yet, why would His Majesty refuse to give her a chance to explain? They always said that even a tiger wouldn't devour its own cubs; did he truly intend to let her suffer endless humiliation within this cold palace?

Her messy hair was coiled atop her head, half-haired and half-shorn, bizarrely forming a dual-natured tonsure. She had a tall figure, and her clothes were in tatters, looking even more wretched than a street beggar.

If the members of the Feng family were to perish entirely today, outsiders would surely mock his incompetence endlessly.

Listening to these words, Xuanyuan Tianyue could no longer maintain his expression and let out a soft chuckle. Looking helplessly at the figure on the couch, he pulled her up into his arms, fiercely kissed the corners of her lips, and after lingering for a moment, both of them were left somewhat breathless.

Leaping backward into the air to dodge the snake demon’s snapping jaws, he immediately sprang upward, intending to strike the giant python’s lower jaw. However, the giant python whipped its body around, sending its massive tail lashing through the air.

She instinctively reached out to touch her flattened chest, which had been forcibly compressed by a chest binder.

Not far away, Liancheng and Feng both walked over upon seeing Xuanyuan Tianyue move forward. Before long, they both glanced at Mu Jingqi, wondering why they inexplicably felt as though Xuanyuan Tianyue had just been bullying him.

Nan Wuyou hurriedly grabbed Yun Shuiyue, terrified that she might lose her balance and tumble from the horse's back. Yet, looking at the man lying lifeless on the ground, his heart felt utterly hollow. He desperately wished this were all a dream, and upon waking, everything would be as though it had never happened.

It was precisely these complex branches that gave rise to numerous variations in internal cultivation techniques. The incompatibility among these various techniques was one of the historical causes of sectarian disputes in ancient times.

Clapping his hands, he picked up his suitcase and prepared to head home. Of course, before leaving, Lin Feifa sent out a single message: "Keep your son in line."

Barely having stepped out of the alley mouth, Lin Feifa heard a rush of wind from behind the back of his head. With a light tap against the incoming kick, he instantly paralyzed the attacker's entire body.

A fresh wave of uproar erupted inside the hall, with people either praising Master Xiao for his modesty or declaring him to be a true hero.

Ciyue’s magical artifact was constantly emitting black smoke at that moment, looking as though it had been scorched and ruined by something.

I listened with mounting indignation—not because Liu Qing玄 claimed we had been mistakenly classified as part of the unorthodox path, but out of rage toward those who called themselves the righteous path, yet were the true villains trampling on human lives and plaguing ordinary folk.

"Hmph! If he dares to flirt around behind my back, just see if I spare him! Sister, you don't know, the most infuriating one is Cheng Yan. Yesterday, when Zhongling and I were bickering so fiercely, he just stood by and watched the excitement like it was none of his business. It infuriates me to death!" An Xin said indignantly.

"Kneel and copy it out, get out!" Long Jun’s sharp bark immediately silenced Zhang Rui, who glanced apologetically at Deng Lin before retreating helplessly.

Huhu naively assumed that Banruo was merely troubled by the matter they had recently gone out to resolve.

Emperor Taizong of Tang carefully scrutinized Ming Shiyin, pondering his attire and gaining some insight into his personality.

Otherwise, given the empress's unwillingness before her death, she should have blurted it out before him to revel in her triumph.

That single figure was instantly beaten back by "Sevenfold Poison Elder" Feng Liugong, crashing heavily into the mud wall.

Zheng Xiaoyue had truly redefined the lower limits of shamelessness; perhaps there was no one else in this world with a thicker hide than hers.