Volume 1 Chapter 23 A Greater Ordeal

"I get it, it's plastic surgery, definitely plastic surgery—facelift, wrinkle removal, corner-of-the-eye surgery, and while she was at it, she probably had a couple of apple-cheek implants," Spinach declared with conviction.

Xu Sicheng and the Totoro Tiger formed a front line to battle the six members of the Spirit Hunting Clan. At the center, the Wine Immortal was locked in a fierce struggle with the giant black hand. Though massive, the hand moved with surprising agility, its movements not in the least hindered by its immense size.

Every time she tried to press him for answers, he would dodge the question. Gao Yunzhi felt both shy and angry; held in his arms, she couldn't decide whether to be mad at him or mad at herself for no longer being angry.

Upon hearing Wang Huan'ge's words, Elder Jian Yun flashed a look of disdain. Standing tall and confident, he waited for Li Rulan's reply, mentally calculating how he would mock Wang Huan'ge and vent his frustration once she chose Lu Jianfeng.

The cemetery was heavy with yin energy; in places like the pine forest, sunlight rarely penetrated, so it was no surprise to see ghosts even in the daytime.

The police seized two handguns from the group, and fortunately, they arrived in time, otherwise, everyone on the bus would have been taken hostage.

This Great Elder was likely in no better shape, but having no other choice, he had to meet with him.

At this moment, Mu Qianxi’s clothes were riddled with holes, yet she had managed to put some distance between herself and Mo Fu’s blood.

Class 1 of the third year was deathly silent; standing at the classroom door, one could feel an oppressive atmosphere, as if a storm were about to break. The three of them subconsciously held their breath and slowed their pace.

After careful thought and judgment, Wu Fan felt confident now. "Weren't you being quite arrogant, Sect Master Qi? Wanting to blow up the Yangyuan Star? Damn you, blow it up for me now and let's see."

The Metagross’s Light Metal ability had reached a stage of deep development, boosting its combat power to a new level. It slightly surpassed the Salamence, reaching a true peak of combat capability.

Immobilizing the Ankylosaurus, Wu Fan hesitated no longer, channeling the essence of the Samadhi True Fire with a single thought. This time, he intended to eradicate it completely. Purple flames erupted over the Ankylosaurus, and it opened its mouth to roar in agony. The Golden Armored Ape Demon King was shocked and looked up at the sky.

As it turned out, the Qingtian Altar was actually a massive pill furnace, a place where the great cultivators of the Chaos Void Sect once refined pills. It was sealed with heavy restrictions and filled with countless alchemy fires that would erupt from time to time.

Xu Jing stroked his beard and remained silent. He had only heard rumors of the Nine Li Gu Ancestor before, never imagining she would be Long Qianhui.

"My dear Imperial Brother, are you talking about me?" Ximen Li's voice came from the rear of the main force. Ximen Qing, dressed neatly, walked to the front of the formation, smiling as he looked at Bai Yu and the others.

"Who gave you the gall to use force in the City of Twilight?" Proxiu’s gaze swept over the crowd, his expression dark. No one likes being interrupted while in the middle of cultivation.

Combining the story Shao Zhengyang had told earlier with the dragon scales visible on Mo Yiyue's ankles, Mu Yuncheng suddenly seemed to understand everything.

The demonic form appeared. In the void, a muffled shout erupted like a thunderclap, and the six-armed demon unleashed a fierce assault upon the golden body of the Vairocana Buddha.

Zhuo Ling felt deeply uncomfortable. Listening to Cai Nianlan’s tone, it seemed as if he were expected to be deeply grateful for her tolerance and magnanimity, as if he should thank her for finally allowing his mother into the house, as if this were the greatest favor his first wife could bestow upon them. Zhuo Ling’s expression sank, turning wretched in an instant.

He, who had great confidence in Feitian, shifted his attention from the high platform to other matters due to this unexpected discovery.

Ye Qianqian awkwardly twitched the corners of her mouth; it seemed that could indeed be interpreted that way, so she nodded.

She knew that Fang Lei had saved her from the White-Bearded Man long ago, and her subsequent gratitude and admiration were largely due to that. Coupled with the vivid way Fang Lei described it, she had no choice but to believe it was true.

A tall young man in a loose white robe with his hair tied in a bun stood atop the roof. Upon seeing him arrive, he leaped down. Though they stood face to face, they remained a great distance apart.

The ancient tomb had long been converted into an underground palace, and the entrance had been rebuilt, making it easy to find.

If only the fire could have burned the ropes binding them, that would have been fine, but the flames extinguished the moment they touched their bodies.

Now there were over fifty of them, but the Japanese troops had increased to about a hundred, meaning the enemy force was still twice their size.

Wang Dachui nodded instantly in realization; the master's words clearly had a hidden meaning—had he been waiting too long?

The boy made several funny faces at the lumpy man, who was so furious he nearly charged over.

These two constitutions were distinct; the former could manipulate natural weather phenomena like rain and frost summoned by water-attribute laws to win, while the latter, once they grasped the water-attribute laws, could control the weather, ice, snow, and frost of an entire region, arguably earning the title of "Ice and Snow Controller."

Of course, a great deal of energy did not escape but was instead "hidden." According to Einstein's mass-energy equivalence formula, matter is energy.

While the phrase "crawling and kowtowing" might be an inappropriate description of the scene, it was clear how much Huo Xuetong cared for Quan Shengnan.

"In the battle at the city, I was not being willful; I only wanted to expose Qinghe's true face before you. Though I am no longer by your side, I wish for you to be well until your twilight years. In the gamble of the Soul-Piercing Arrow, I lost. From that day on, there was no more Zhaodi or Fengxi. My so-called departure was meant to ensure that you and the Father and Mother would never see me again for all eternity, living with guilt for the rest of your lives."

The voice sounded familiar. My heart skipped a beat, and I pulled my phone from my pocket. The screen was lit, displaying the photo of the ghostly shadow.

Shao Yan knew the massive disaster he had caused by using the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to tear apart the spirit body. He believed he was already overwhelmed and had fallen into the cycle of reincarnation.

Several others, also dressed in camouflage and wearing either headscarves or wide-brimmed hats, stood by the vehicle in a defensive formation. Their hands hung seemingly at ease, but a closer look revealed they were all concealing handguns.

"Open your eyes; he is right beside you." The voice remained calm and flowing, like willow catkins brushing past in the wind. The familiar scent lingering at the tip of my nose made me instinctively open my eyes. Before me was Gao Cheng’s magnified face. The red had faded, and his eyes were closed, as if in deep sleep, yet standing so close, I could not feel his breath.

Some people might think any dye will do, but this is a soul-summoning game, after all—it’s not that simple.

Returning home, Liu Mengqi was still asleep. Li Qiang sat on the sofa in the living room, opened his computer, and began watching the game between the Timberwolves and the Spurs.

A-Xin sensed the appearance of Byron Bourne and the others while they were still alive, and his heart ached so much he wanted to rush over, burst into tears, and apologize.