42. Warmth Within

He had a very violent temper and was quick to resort to physical force. He likely had formidable connections in the capital and wielded influence across both the underworld and legitimate circles.

"There is nothing at all..." Aside from a string of pearls around her chubby neck, there was nothing particularly unusual about her.

By this point, he finally understood the reason behind the annihilation of the Qing Clan, as well as his own story and history. Unable to accept the reality, he stared blankly at the text below with eyes as cold and lifeless as a machine.

The moment he laid eyes on Mu Jinchen, a flash of terror crossed the child's eyes, quickly followed by a surge of pleasant surprise. For what he saw was a living person—a living person holding a sword.

Even Feather-Fanned Sovereign, who had always held a degree of contempt for Qing Shi, was forced to gaze at him with utmost seriousness at this moment. In terms of both momentum and power, this technique was peerless; apart from the Heavenly Saint, there was likely no one capable of meeting it head-on.

The rain of swords formed by those all-encompassing sword shadows seemed to have lost control, clattering down one after another.

Zhang Junhui could not help but mutter to himself in doubt: Could it be that some treasure was hidden within this well? Otherwise, why would anyone go to such great lengths, only to enclose a single well?

"There's no time left, unless an immortal appears right now..." A flash of inspiration struck my mind. I retrieved the "Life and Death" compass from my person, and after shifting through several positions on the spot in rapid succession, the needle on the compass finally pointed toward the path of survival.

In truth, coming to the Ice Pavilion was entirely for the sake of earning primeval stones, while occasionally picking up intelligence regarding the other four great families.

"Your understanding of me is far too limited, so this story you've fabricated isn't very good! I am twenty-one years old this year, which means five years ago I was sixteen, and at that time I should have been in the first year of high school! A sixteen-year-old high school student falling in love with an eighteen-year-old older sister?" Ye Qinghan asked softly, a bizarre smile playing on his lips.

Countless bovine hooves flickered within his field of vision, and in just a few short seconds, he had already been attacked several times.

"If Yuanhui holds compassion, it is only toward people, toward matters of righteousness! I pity our soldiers, I grieve for our common folk! For beasts and rebellious fiends, not an ounce of sympathy should be spared!" The reply came instantly.

Having left behind those words, the tiger lunged forward. Although Murong Kun's strength was merely at the peak of the Martial King realm, this beast clearly employed some extraordinary means, elevating its aura entirely to the Martial Emperor tier.

Had he not known that the two of them were simply close best friends, Kong Riguang would have almost suspected them of being romantically involved.

Hearing this, Yezhao let out an inner click of the tongue, feeling both that the situation was棘手 (thorny) and somewhat sour with jealousy.

Bai Qinghua did not mind being given the cold shoulder; after all, according to their previously agreed-upon default arrangement, they had to play the roles of a genuine engaged couple.

As if turning a deaf ear, Luosen activated the simulated training mode. Within the interface, his avatar was practicing spellcasting with a triangular magic wand, running through newly learned spells like frost ray, path of darkness, path of flames, and blink.

Before the beast tide occurred back then, Fenghai City was struck by stormbirds, many of which were dangerous grade-five exotic beasts. The garrison forces failed to hold them back, allowing these stormbirds to shatter the protective shield. The moment the howling gale rushed in, I could scarcely believe that was still the outside world.

Illuminated by the flash of lightning in that instant, Fei Ling clearly saw a tear rip open across space.

Although the attacking Parker army had already detected signs of a wormhole forming, the battle had already commenced, leaving them with no choice but to ignore it.

"Who are you? From the National Special Bureau?" The people from the West narrowed their eyes as they looked at Fang Ao. They had been marveling at the appearing army from the very beginning, having never seen the National Special Bureau deploy such a formidable formation.

The one suffering the most a headache right now should be Bai Zongwei. The computer system of the headquarters base had already been linked up by the intelligent brain. The intelligent brain reacted with lightning speed, deploying firewalls one after another. Even with technicians working overtime, they could not keep up with it, showing signs of having exhausted all their tricks.

Su Xuan said with a wicked smile to himself, thinking: Damn your mother, today I am going to make sure a hypocrite like you fails utterly.

The setting sun bled across the sky, casting its glow upon the bloody carnage in mid-air. Qin Ge, already drenched in blood, was illuminated by the lingering rays of the setting sun as though clad in crimson armor, resembling an Asura emerged straight from the netherworld.

Yet the people around them were stunned. Retreat? They were to evacuate on their own, while Ao Sheng intended to stay behind by himself—how could that be possible?

Lin Bin was already trembling with rage. As he circulated his internal energy, a wave of numbness spread through his limbs; sure enough, he had been poisoned with Bone-Melting Powder. Gritting his teeth, he demanded, "Who on earth are you? Why are you doing this?" Su Qian was already struck dumb with shock.

The two immortals wore ferocious expressions and gritted teeth. Yet the more arrogant I acted right now, the less they dared to act rashly.

As a major faction in the pugilistic world with a profound heritage, how could the Hong Sect possibly be compared to a recently risen gang like the Axe Gang? In a single day, all the strongholds of the Axe Gang were ferreted out by the brothers of the Hong Sect and marked upon the map.

Not only did he not die, but Su Xuan actually used one hand to block his face while his other hand continuously batted away the grenades raining down upon him.

The unfavorable part was that since the Yangpu District Government held equity in the Binhai Building based on land value, making it the largest shareholder of the building, this bidding process would be spearheaded by the district government. Moreover, District Head Zong Yufang was a protégé personally promoted by Hao Zhen. If the district government engaged in backroom dealing, Jinding would undoubtedly be squeezed out.

When the Star-Moon prompt indicated that the skill detection was successful, Wang Yiqing heavily stomped down on Tang Jin's head. Before Tang Jin could even feel glad, the pain in his head was so intense it nearly made him faint.

In less than a month, across the lands of Jiangnan, only the isolated cities of Wujun and Changsha had yet to surrender. Changsha was intentionally isolated by Lü Bu, while Wujun was surrounded without being attacked by Lu Su, who sought to win over the hearts of the Jiangdong people to facilitate future governance.

According to the agreement with the Hozuki clan, Heigan should have been transferred abroad for a fabricated mission, but reaching the designated location would still take some time. Shisui was in no rush either; it always took a ninja a day or two to complete a mission.

"That's a long story." Ye Zilu briefly recounted everything that had happened on the Naz Star.

Her name was Yuanya. In her own words, she was a raven lurking in the darkness, specifically sent to announce doom to the enemy. The Grand Master's will was the direction toward which she strove and fought, and her loyalty was beyond question.

The several senior executives present were actually rather dissatisfied with Huang Zhen's move, but since they all belonged to the same faction, they had no choice but to swallow their grievances. Yu Hao took the items, inspected them for a moment, and then pushed them across to Wu Hongda.

Lin Yi was equally dazed, failing even to notice that Yan Luanshuang had come to his side and taken his icy hand in hers.

Within the glacier-like, bone-chilling eyes of Granny Qingqiu, a flash of appreciation quickly swept past—clearly because Lin Yi had grasped the core of the problem the very moment he engaged.