Volume 1, Chapter 58: Setting Out on a Rescue Mission

"Zhonglian Plaza?" Chang Ming could not help but be dumbfounded. Zhonglian Plaza was the largest shopping mall in Nanhua, without a single exception. Basically, whenever the people of Nanhua wanted to go shopping, they would invariably choose Zhonglian. This not only cemented Zhonglian Plaza's dominant position in Nanhua, but also left Chang Ming scratching his head in perplexity.

The glass table shattered with a crash, shards of glass splashing in all directions, while the drinks on the table fractured and spilled as they hit the ground.

At that moment, an image of Ling Jiantong's smiling expression from this afternoon suddenly surfaced in Situ Qianchen's mind. His gaze flickered slightly as he accepted the wine cup from the Ghost-Faced Master, tilted his head back, and drained it in a single gulp.

The instant Yun Yi saw Ruyi, a flash of astonishment crossed his eyes, which was immediately swallowed by his usual easygoing demeanor.

Although Emperor Zhaoqi was not dressed in formal court attire, he sat upright with a dignified and poised bearing. This composure reminded Prince Jin of the first time he had met Emperor Zhaoqi many years ago.

Following an interview conducted by ten members of the Maritime Alliance's liaison department, including Liu Fei and Scorpion, and approved by all members, the Maritime Alliance's membership was finally expanded to one hundred and sixty people.

Fang Zhengqing's residence was temporarily arranged, yet it was far from a casual choice. On the contrary, the layout of every single detail was meticulously designed, even subtly incorporating the principles of the Five Elements.

"What are you looking at?" In the criminal's mind, any valuable item he laid eyes on later would simply be plundered away.

Watching the Sword Demon gradually being soaked in fresh blood, Ye Yun slowly sat down and let out an involuntary breath of relief. Having pursued the target for so long, his tense nerves could finally relax.

Amidst the dust and haze, the sharp and piercing clashing of metal rang out continuously. The Phantom Zebra and Ye Yun were engaged in an intensely fierce battle.

"Brothers, remember what you need to do. At the very least, when I am exhausted, there should still be a safe place for me to rest upon my return. I'm counting on you!" Having said this, Su Muliang resolutely strode out.

"I don't care who you are. If you don't show up today, I will slaughter every single person here!" The man in black's voice was filled with intense murderous intent. As he spoke, he leaped forward, seized one of the refugees, and grabbed him by the hand.

The gates were wide open, and countless space administration officials, along with troops and soldiers, were busy maintaining order.

Although irritated by the third senior brother's arrogant attitude, the middle-aged man leaped forward and arrived directly before Lu Yunxiao.

Although she had been here for a week, she had known nothing of these matters beforehand. Early this morning, when she came to work and walked outside to see that giant poster with Su Muliang standing right in the center among the crowd, she finally learned the truth of it all.

Yin Tianye suddenly recalled another matter and said, "Xue'er, I certainly didn't forget about you this time."

This was a genuine Emperor-Ashura soul-level cultivator. Even with the Void-Self Sword in his hand, Mo Ding had no confidence in his ability to defeat him.

They say it is better to tear down ten temples than to break up a single marriage. If this Cuilan's character was truly despicable, then sabotaging your father's romantic prospects would simply be an act of unfilial impiety.

Nine minutes into the match, War to Stop War launched a counteroffensive, instantly wiping out Huiyi's Bian Que and taking down the mid-lane outer tower once again.

In an instant, the color drained from the sky and earth, and the sun and moon lost their luster! Sand and stones flew across the ground, and the towering ancient trees around them—thick enough for a dozen people to embrace—swayed back and forth before crashing down and shattering into thousands of fragments.

Hugging a tentative attitude, Mi Duo tapped lightly on it, and the system prompt sounded: Crystal core weapon system successfully activated, deduction of exchange points: 1000.

Watching Mi Duo's head, where greedy glints flickered from time to time, Yu Han finally figured it out. She was forcing him to say the word "save," so with a rather helpless air, he muttered, "Fine, let's save her then." Though he said this, he showed not the slightest intention of taking action. If he wasn't mistaken, she definitely had more to say.

"Humph!" Unwilling to waste words with her, Lu Qingyu morphed into a streak of red light and charged forward once again.

Yet, fundamentally speaking, when Yue Longtian was with Long Feiyu, a certain feeling was still missing—a feeling that could give Yue Longtian the courage to love recklessly and regardless of the consequences.

And this mindset and ideology constituted a tremendous obstacle not only in secular affairs, but also in the development of martial arts. If Chinese martial arts were to be carried forward, such outdated thinking had to be completely shattered.

Xiao Feifei could use her status as a student as a cover, but you, Yue Longtian, have already stepped out into society. You have no reason to evade legal responsibility anymore, right?

Two crystal cores? Two crystal cores?! Good grief, classmate Yu Han, would you dare be a bit more professional and name a reasonable price? Although our Hope Base is famous for offering great value for money, it's not that cheap! However, since the price was already out of his mouth, Mi Duo had no choice but to go along with it and continue the act.

Although high-level practitioners of the Nascent Soul stage were far superior to those of the Golden Core stage—not only in cultivation realm and lifespan—there were certain aspects where they were actually inferior to Golden Core practitioners. For instance, the resilience of a Nascent Soul was sometimes less robust than that of a Golden Core.

Instantly picking up his speed, he rushed forward. Although the distance between the peaks was vast, if one flew in a straight line, it did not seem far at all. Within just a few quarters of an hour, Xia Tian arrived at the location the lackey had mentioned.

"Of course, whatever Mother-in-law says is the absolute truth, and we ought to obey," Gong Shiqin said, gazing at Di Baobao with deep affection while completely ignoring Qi Chengwu and his companions, who were already fuming with rage.

Among the various halls of the Spirit Sword Sect, only the Spirit Talisman Hall took absolute orders from the Sword Prince. The rest all harbored, to varying degrees, ambitions of carving out their own independent domains. Of course, on the surface they showed absolute obedience, but there is a well-known saying that captures this well: "The superiors have policies, while the subordinates have their own ways to circumvent them."

Meng Yuejia shook her head to indicate she was fine. She turned around to gaze at Chai Ping's departing figure, falling into deep contemplation.

As soon as noon passed, the enthronement ceremony of the King of Inca officially commenced. At that moment, hundreds of bull horns blared in unison, echoing across the palace square of Ockepata. Hearing the resounding horns, the people stood solemnly and reverently, gazing intently toward the magnificent and colossal ceremonial platform at the center of the square.