Volume 1, Chapter 59: A Small Gathering of Friends

Seeing her acting so protective and refusing to show him, Zhou Yu'an chuckled and asked, "What did you buy? You won't even let me see?"

"It's underwear." Xia Xiyin clutched the bag tightly and stood up, heading straight for the bedroom.

If I had known it would be this easy, I wouldn't have bothered making any plans. The moment that general left, I would have started a massacre right away.

Cheng Guangsheng knew about the "Core Souls." Among the combat objectives of the orthodox and vocational deities of later generations, the Core Souls were one of them, alongside the chaotic energy in the secret realms, secret beasts, and Core Humans. Chaotic energy came from extraterrestrial organisms, secret beasts were native creatures of the secret realms, and Core Humans were a new type of human whose brains were affected by Core Souls without developing any form of mental instability.

When all the disciples had gathered, the sun was just about to rise ahead. At first, it was merely a streak of bright light, followed by the slow ascent of the sun. The light was blood-red—shifting from a crescent, a bud, a semi-circle, until it formed a complete, blood-red fiery sphere.

He tried his best to introduce himself to others, every single topic revolving around her. His laughter never ceased; she had never heard her brother laugh with such pure joy before. Lady Sun-Moon was momentarily dazed—was it possible that she could win the approval of others, and that her brother would be this happy because of it?

The pursuers lagging behind saw this scene and silently turned their heads away, shielding their eyes.

Diu Xiu clenched his fist, hoping to stem the bleeding from his hand. His other uninjured hand slowly picked up a string that had fallen from the zither's body and brought it before his eyes. His melancholy eyes carried a trace of profound sorrow, as if he were looking at the passing of an old friend.

Detar's address had been exposed, and his house destroyed. He had to relocate and hide himself once again. Although it wouldn't be difficult for his abilities to seclude him from the mortal world, his expression revealed that he was utterly exhausted by this way of life.

If something couldn't be figured out, he simply stopped thinking about it. They would end up facing each other head-on anyway sooner or later, and whatever the reason was, the truth would eventually come to light. Liang Hua had no desire to waste such a wonderful afternoon pondering an insoluble mystery.

He raised the ring-headed saber high, the wine droplets sliding down the razor-sharp blade. Illuminated by the lingering glow of the setting sun, that single droplet radiated a sparkling halo, and the broad blade reflected a desolate light.

Wei Xian had to marvel at the sheer brilliance of his own imagination—a wild daydream sparked by a single cigarette had actually turned into reality.

"Three divine abilities! How is that possible! How could anyone unleash three divine abilities all at once!" Zhao Nanyu and the other two gasped in unison, utter shock written across their faces.

"Those two are absolute beasts! They were only given the time it takes for an incense stick to burn!" Hu Xie was equally astonished.

Or else... at the very least, he would have stopped us from leaving. In that case, Master Blue Moon might have manifested in some way as well.

However, none of these were the most extraordinary parts. The most incredible elements were twofold: Wittgenstein's vision-sharing capability and the development of humanoid mechas.

"Master Bai is here, everyone stop talking," someone suddenly shouted, and the main hall instantly fell silent.

For instance, when I escaped from the outer space of the zombie world into the mundane world, not crashing headfirst onto a ground full of jagged stones and cracking my skull open could already be considered a stroke of luck.

Tens of thousands of Martial Venerables—though their numbers were vast, if they were all killed, the materials needed for setting up their formation would likely be more than sufficient.

This sword carried too much of the Dark Dragon King's hatred. His eyes were bloodshot and his expression ferocious, hidden within the dazzling glare of the demonic sword, making him almost impossible for me to track. With blinding speed, the Dark Dragon King closed in on me, black light flashing as it completely engulfed me. Sword qi surged wildly, as if intent on grinding me into mincemeat.