Volume 1, Chapter 23: Lu Siming
Lu Siming showed Zhang Chengfei some respect and refrained from saying anything further. However, he occasionally poked at the dishes with his chopsticks, a look of disdain flickering across his brow, before tossing the chopsticks aside as if the signature delicacies of the Drunken Moon Pavilion were beneath his notice.
When the Void Magic Sword struck the werewolf Chris, the creature’s body froze for three seconds. Ji Tian hurriedly channeled the power of the heavens to suppress the rampaging void energy; it took a tremendous effort to finally bring the volatile forces under control.
The three of them—Ye Fei and his companions—chatted happily at the airport, as if they had returned to the days of the Blood Squad. The atmosphere was warm and harmonious.
"A transaction." To be honest, the moment Chen Yu heard that word, he felt a strange sense of relief.
Ruoxue sat back down, understanding that she could not intervene. No powerhouse was permitted to interfere in the academy tournament; otherwise, the competition would lose all its meaning.
"The Bone-Eating Heart Thunder" replied coldly. From the moment she was subdued, she knew her fate was bound to Long Ye’s; dreaming of escape was nothing more than a fool’s errand.
Choosing to turn away, Solo naturally had no desire to provoke the forming death storm. Although he was a ninth-level necromancer, it did not mean he could ignore such a force of nature.
The ghosts and ghouls personally felt the surge of that aura and fell into immediate chaos. The low-level spirits, those below the Qi Refining stage, were simply blown away, while the corporeal ones scattered in every direction. The encirclement that had once been so formidable was now in complete disarray.
This environment, reminiscent of a tropical rainforest, was prone to breeding highly venomous creatures. Walking across the leaf-strewn forest floor, Long Ye spotted several vipers lurking in the surroundings.
The arrow aimed at the saint's corpse was finally intercepted; the corpse’s hand clenched, crushing the projectile into dust.
One day, just as Zheng Zhong finished a cycle of cultivation and prepared to rest, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. His eyes, which had just closed, snapped open, flashing with wild joy.
Green Robe and Red Lotus had followed Black Rakshasa for a long time. Although they had been separated for ten thousand years and only recently reunited, they remained as close as siblings. Seeing Red Lotus die before his eyes in such a gruesome manner, Green Robe was driven to the brink of madness.
Listening from the side, Ding Linglin’s expression had changed significantly; she seemed to have suddenly understood, yet she wished with all her heart that she had never understood at all.
Upon returning to the sect, Ling Qingshan, aided by the Marrow-Cleansing Fruit, vast quantities of elixirs, and the support of the three great elders, finally broke through his bottleneck a year ago to condense his Nascent Soul, becoming a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.
"Clang!" With a sound like clashing metal, the Master of Tongtian and Taishang Laojun each retreated several paces. Taishang Laojun had never expected that the Master of Tongtian had become so powerful as to fight him to a standstill.
Furthermore, another drawback of the nation was its extremely strict household registration system—though, of course, it would remain just as rigid in the future.
While Mo Qingyan would never intentionally harm her, there were so many guards in the palace; what if they mistook her for an assassin and hurt her?
Dukao stared in astonishment at the screen Zhang Shaofei had conjured, watching as Zhao Xin’s signal suddenly turned red. His heart was filled with nothing but shock, and his gaze toward Zhang Shaofei shifted repeatedly.
"No matter how impressive my grandfather was in his youth, he’s nothing but a useless old man now." After a long silence, Heizi suddenly blurted out these words.
As the words faded, Lu Yu saw the old man narrow his eyes and stare fixedly at Li Qing, lost in deep thought.
On Yu Mengda’s corpse, the head began to slowly merge with the surrounding remains, as countless bits of flesh and blood surged toward his neck to reform.