Volume 1, Chapter 49: If That Isn't Being Fickle and Affected, What Is?

"I won't leave until things are made completely clear." Shi Lechong's stubbornness surpassed anyone else's.

Huo Yongyang paused to think, realizing that statement was entirely justified. The frontier residents were always exceptionally warm and friendly toward the soldiers under General Ning, so why would they feel any fear? He lowered his head and chuckled softly, realizing he had simply been absent-minded today, which was why he had asked such a foolish question.

A tempest of thoughts raged within Ye Suman's mind, yet her facial expression remained completely unchanged. Ultimately, she decided to accompany them to meet their leader.

Shortly after, the crowd witnessed a heavily wounded Dugu Yang being carried away by the guards, followed by a collective sigh of dismay.

Relying on his "Wind and Thunder Double Wings," Yun Hao instantly appeared before Lu Wanqing and Bai Xiuming, shielding them from the immense oppressive force of the skull.

On the surface, these gleaming mirror worlds closely resembled ordinary mirrors. The only difference was that many of the things contained within the mirror worlds actually existed in reality.

He truly had no idea where this fellow Wen Rubing had learned such a terrifying demonic art. It required using one's own body as a vessel and the soul as a catalyst to execute—how was this any different from suicide?

Inside the conference room, a chorus of respectful acknowledgments rang out in an instant, and the powerful figure who had previously offered the suggestion wisely chose to remain silent.

Fortunately, Xia Ziyin, gradually regaining her clarity, leaned weakly against Lin Xingchen's shoulder, her tears falling like a sudden downpour. Looking at Lin Xingchen's bright, clear gaze and glancing around at her surroundings, Chu Yuhan began to piece together the events that had transpired here, and the fog slowly lifted.

Qin Yi crossed his arms, blew gently on the bangs across his forehead, and a playful smile crept onto his face.

To trace the origin of this matter, one had to go back to the great sweeping campaign of 1942. The Japanese devils committed atrocities in Wande Town that were no different from the Rape of Nanjing.

Chen Lu had not anticipated this either; sweetness welled up in her heart, and as she looked at Number Nineteen, a hint of bashfulness crept into her demeanor.

It was entirely foreseeable that once battle commenced, Taffin would have to constantly endure the scorching flames of the Balrog. This was unavoidable fire damage; as long as he had not yet reached fire immunity, he was bound to suffer this torment within the Balrog's combat domain.

Min Lansheng massaged his brow. He had merely disciplined a fool acting on someone else's orders—how on earth had word spread and distorted into this shape?

Concerned about her dowry, Lu Rusheng had even consulted her grandmother, feeling that the items were far too numerous and that she was undeserving of such bounty.

The Prince of Wu could no longer sit still. If this continued, the Prince of Qin would undoubtedly be completely dazed by this bastard's flattery. Should they inadvertently offend the rulers of the other seven states present, the hard-earned Alliance of the Nine States would disintegrate into nothingness.

Spirit pact masters, however, were precisely the opposite. Every magical creature summoned by a spirit pact master was fixed, and many even forged permanent magical contracts with their summons, allowing them to summon a greater number of magical creatures with a lesser expenditure of spiritual energy.

At the critical juncture, intelligent individuals still existed; the captain of the Huairou High School basketball team shouted a command, dribbling forward to execute a powerful slam dunk.

With this thought in mind, she glared fiercely at that damnable wretch, flicked her wrist to cast a talisman, and vanished from the spot in a flash, her figure shooting upward into the high heavens.

Just as the creature was frantically struggling to break free from the life-and-death entanglement of the two flesh giants, the mutated ghoul Karu and the 16th-level vengeful spirits unleashed by the soul-imprisoner Karen had already closed in from behind.

They divulged an irresistible secret to their close friend Lu Yiming, who then acted as an intermediary to gather a few truly trustworthy, righteous individuals who would never stab a friend in the back. Only then did they journey together to Bison Immortal Mountain.

Pang Chen had been living quite comfortably these past few days. Not only did members of other demonic sects reach out, but the elders and protectors of the Twin Dragons Sect as well, all calling to shower him with flattery after learning of the great merit he had established for the Holy Cult.

After diligently studying alchemy and pharmacology recently, Yan Jun knew that the Three-Leaf Ice Soul Flower possessed three leaves branching from its base, with a very short core positioned right between them, glowing a faint blue resembling the shape of lightning.

From the depths of Fu Yang's soul, a surge of pure vital energy suddenly erupted, rapidly driving all the baleful death energy outward and forcing it to crawl out through every pore and inch of his skin.

The two demonic monkeys exchanged glances, though whether they were smiling or crying was impossible to tell; their expressions were decidedly peculiar.

Immortal He Guu found Xiao Qi's words baffling, yet having finally encountered this very busy individual, she actually felt a deep-seated desire to grow closer to him.

The aura of the Fire Phoenix Supreme instantly began to surge wildly. Clad in a flowing red dress, she sat cross-legged amidst raging flames, possessed of peerless beauty and graceful dignity, and slowly levitated upward, on the verge of merging completely with the fire phoenix towering behind her.

Ji Feixuan had initially been filled with surprise and doubt, but upon sensing the secret arts of life and death, her entire body trembled, and her eyes revealed an expression of boundless joy.

Yet ever since her injuries fully healed, she had returned to Bianliang to inquire about Ye Fei's whereabouts, only to learn that he had departed. Initially, she intended to search every corner of the Great Song Kingdom for him, but certain words spoken by the old man caused her to halt her plans.

Clearly, Luo Hou had long since reflected upon his past mistakes and naturally devised countermeasures well in advance.

Tang Jieshan flicked his finger, and the ten-thousand-liang silver note flew straight out like an iron blade, landing squarely on Xiao Chiqi's table.

Over the course of these two and a half years, Yin Yan had spent her days in quiet contemplation and cultivation upon the Soul Refining Platform. How unimaginably vast was the time that had truly passed? Though unable to surpass the ultimate boundaries of the Saint Realm, she was already infinitely close to the breakthrough threshold.

In the distant horizon, streams of blood-energy suddenly roared across the sky, accompanied by the eruption of a formidable aura that came crashing forward. This spectacle sent unprecedented shockwaves through the hearts and minds of the Great Ling Dynasty's subjects, leaving terror in their eyes.

Qin Yang nodded firmly, certain that no such thing had happened. Without even the slightest increase in strength, how could one possibly ascend to the Imperial Realm?

This cleansing pool was an array formed precisely to aid martial artists in ascending to true cultivation! The composition of this array continuously absorbed the ambient essence of heaven and earth, condensing it into ultra-pure essence liquid that poured into the pool to form a clear spring, enabling martial artists to absorb it effortlessly and rapidly elevate their strength.

The trouble with the Star-Eater Beast had not yet been resolved; to face Ju Taiman directly now would spell catastrophic trouble.

Clearly, these three young men secretly held a deep fear of Officer Peng, to the extent that it had become a conditioned physical response—much like mice encountering a cat.