Volume 1, Chapter 31: Who Could It Be?

Shen Wei gave her a contemptuous, enigmatic smile. Without answering, she lifted her chin and strode out of the conference room.

Xia Xiyin frowned slightly, her mind racing. Based on Shen Wei’s words, could she have discovered the secret of her confession? That seemed impossible—could she have guessed it?

Ying Xuxu was her only friend, and she wanted to discuss her pregnancy with her, but with Mu Hanchen constantly by her side, she could not bring it up in front of Bo Huan.

To trigger the Great Millennial Calamity, the two brothers could serve as catalysts, but they could not personally descend to commit the slaughter.

"Damn it, Han Fu, you set me up!" Yang Yusu shouted, but Han Fu had long since vanished without a trace.

Ouyang Yu, Tianming, and Shaoyu sat atop the carriage, observing the scenery along the road. At this time, the King of Qin had only recently unified the seven kingdoms, leaving the roads through the land of Chu desolate and deserted.

This was the cornerstone of the Demon race’s existence and the foundation of their strength. The reason the Demon race was so fierce and ruthless in waging war was due in no small part to the secret arts of Demon Slaughter.

The Ancient Gods had always been a taboo subject in the universe; anyone who mentioned them was invariably familiar with the legend that had circulated for countless eons.

Bai Qianqian knew they wouldn't believe her, but she didn't force the issue. Her gaze remained fixed firmly on Chen Xibin.

"What exactly is the background of the people from the Same Religion?" She was puzzled. She had assumed the rumors in the Nether Demon Realm were mere exaggerations, but their strength appeared far more formidable than the legends suggested.

She was likely one of the strongest masters in her district, second only to the professional esports players.

The attendant standing nearby wanted to step forward to help Luo Wusheng up, but was stopped by a single glance from Diwu Mo.

There was no helping it; even an old woman could not resist the temptation of a handsome man. Besides, the old woman of the Ai family had been trapped in such an aged body that she had not experienced such intimacy for seven or eighty years.

Uncontrolled by Su Mu, the black jade door plaque seemed to have found its home; it flew toward the empty frame on the palace entrance. Before it even reached the frame, the plaque suddenly expanded, fitting perfectly into the space and sealing itself in place.

The atmosphere in the auction hall had reached its peak, and Yu Huan, standing on the platform, began to reveal the true face of the Chaos Stone.

Just then, a man flew up. He looked quite young, possessed the strength of the Second Level of the Lightning Tribulation, and had actually taken Dongfang Huang as his disciple.

Suddenly, the atmosphere of the entire scene turned eerie and exceptionally quiet; even the sound of breathing seemed to cease at that moment.

When the man reached this point, his eyes were filled with resentment. Hua Zhongjin could see that he possessed an aura of righteous integrity; she was not in a position to judge right from wrong.

With Jason Nowitzki, the league’s premier point guard, handling the ball, Zhang Yunze could comfortably play his preferred off-ball game. On the first possession, Zhang Yunze’s off-ball movement created space, and before he had even finished his cut, Jason Nowitzki had already released the ball. By the time Zhang Yunze arrived at his spot, the ball arrived right on cue.

Clearly, Yue Hui had forgotten that when they were deciphering the gaps, An Xieyun had mentioned that those two sealing stones were originally part of the Saint Annihilation, and that most historical records regarding the Saint Annihilation were, in fact, incomplete.

"How did he suddenly recover his cultivation?" Li Hai had already experienced the aura of a quasi-martial god, and the aura emanating from Hu Li at this moment was even stronger than it had been at Flaming Mountain.

The room was exceptionally neat and clean, kept exactly as it had been before Liu Qingzhou left. Every time he entered to dust, he never touched any of the items.

With a flick of his wrist, Daoist Tie Yun’s sword danced into a web of light. A constant clatter of metallic strikes filled the air, sparks flew in all directions, and within moments, dozens of hidden weapons had been deflected and scattered.