Volume 1, Chapter 35: Tangtang Raises Her Tiny Fists to Fight Back Against the Scum
With a sharp clang, the spear behind him was blocked by an allied cavalryman, and the soldier wielding it was sent sprawling by the impact of a warhorse. The Huben soldiers on both sides closed in tightly, allowing Pang Tong to slip away.
On Dragon Island, which lies behind the Dragon Owl, the Yadong Bank and the Emp Stock Exchange are the entities that dictate the direction of the economy.
Yaksha Island is now armed to the very grain of its sea sand. From the inside out, it has constructed a complete security and defense system, like a dense web of blades that no one but a god could penetrate.
The tense atmosphere that had been so thick just moments ago vanished instantly, and the surrounding space seemed to ease. However, burdened with such a large quantity of grain, Liu Wei had no desire to linger in one place for too long. He wanted to reach the agreed-upon location immediately, as it was more concealed and secure.
Xiahou Jun and the other officials of the Eastern Palace plotted and framed others, all for the sake of this vital assignment held by Xiahou Yong.
Once filled with various items, the duffel bag became exceptionally heavy, yet Zhang Yu was no longer the person she once was; such weight was now entirely insignificant to her.
Startled at first by He Yu’s actions, she quickly recovered, as she was a trained professional. She immediately put her smile back on, told He Yu and his companions to wait a moment, and promptly called for people to carry the gold coins to the counter.
In the past, there had been a fountain in the He family villa filled with coins, all of which had been tossed in by He Yining.
Seeing them like this, Baochun swallowed the words that had reached her lips. Forget it; bringing it up would only cause more sorrow. Besides, every time it was mentioned, she herself felt terrified and haunted by lingering fear.
After the family finished lunch together, Han Yingxue arranged for Xuanyuan Jing and Bai Qianzi to rest in the same room.
The site was too noisy; everyone had to speak at the top of their lungs, otherwise, it was impossible to hear what the other was saying.
Shortly after finishing her meal, Yun Yiyi’s phone rang. Seeing it was her brother, Yun Zichen, calling, she pressed the answer button.
Ye Feng Hui was not lying; she truly had no intention of interrogating these captives. It was not because she was too kind-hearted or a saint.
Half a month later, Taishang Laojun held a dharma assembly at his residence, cordially inviting fellow practitioners from the Celestial and Buddhist realms to engage in debate. Because of the Old Lord’s profound seniority and extensive connections, the stream of guests was endless. Even several ancient Buddhas from the Western Brahma Realm attended, making the occasion grand and magnificent.
When Fei Yu saw Yun Yiyi nod at her, she was overjoyed. At the very least, Yiyi understood the meaning behind her words.
Grand Duke Howard led Yi Shui into an empty room and handed her the phone.
Yet, for all these years, she had been avoiding him. Even without asking, he could guess most of the truth. His grandfather’s words back then must have hurt her deeply, which was why she was so afraid, yet so unable to let go.
Moreover, whenever they cried, it was during Hao Ning’s leisure time, as if the two infants knew everything.
Su Yihong had originally planned to go to another city to await the birth of her child, but in the end, she could not let go of her worries. Though she had felt disappointed by her grandmother and father, once she realized she had truly caused them to lose Xi Siqing, she ultimately could not abandon them.
Before the sun had even risen, Yang Jiangong woke the reincarnators, their goal being to return to Lorcadane.
The Demon-Slaying Young Master let out a cold, low cry. The long blade in his hand surged forward, its sharp energy shattering all things and crushing millions of green-hued sword auras. With a sweeping motion, he struck down, cold glints bursting forth, aiming straight for the vital artery in Mahal’s throat.
The man in black merely condensed his spiritual power in his hands. A dazzling white light flared, and with a gentle flick, it collided with the punch force unleashed by Yue Chengfeng. The two forces dissipated upon impact, producing a dull boom and a burst of blinding light before slowly vanishing into the air.
Mahal fell silent, gathering his absolute will and spirit. Once successfully condensed, any future wavering of heart would greatly hinder his cultivation speed, and the slightest carelessness could lead to the formation of a mental barrier.
Yet, as it happened, Fa’er held a deep affection that was a weakness she could not sever. Otherwise, she would not have been so enraged upon seeing Gui Xuan’s corpse, nor would the black-clad demon clan have been able to use that as leverage to threaten her.
"Elder Tian! It is not that I am using these words to brush you off, but the culprit has truly vanished without a trace. Even after Uncle Master Long searched, he could not find a trail of her escape," Li Chuncheng explained with a look of distress, looking at the three people surrounding him.
The Demon Emperor Feixue, who had originally been doomed to die, unexpectedly told this story of the past and was instead sent to the third level of the Demon God Tower, where time flows a hundred times faster. She was not destroyed or turned into thermal essence blood.
To them, Ye Tian killing Sun Hai was of no consequence; if he was killed, he was killed, and there was nothing worth caring about.
"Is it over? The second trial—the Heart-Questioning Test—is finished just like that? Why does it feel like I just went in and came right back out?" someone muttered, watching the light shining in from the outside.
The bloody torrent formed by the punitive knights crashed into the gathered experts of the Divine Inclination, who were focused and commanded over a thousand demon emperor beasts. It was like stars colliding in the galaxy, setting off a cataclysmic gravitational shockwave.