Chapter 59

The Heavenly Emperor remained speechless, thinking what a strong desire for revenge. The Mo family were truly fools as well; of all people to provoke, they had to provoke Lin Feng. They should just wait for this fellow's insane retaliation—an endless feud until death.

At this moment, his eyes had already begun to turn blood-red, and his reason was slipping away bit by bit. Inner demons began to gradually devour his soul. Once the inner demons succeeded in their consumption, he would be completely demonized, turning into a fiend who knew only slaughter.

"You will regret this," Ao Feng's immortal soul imprint roared. Yet before he could even finish his words, he was shattered into dust by a single sword strike from Qin Yun.

To be able to go this far for Yuan Lai, to risk his life without backing down to protect her, was already the absolute utmost he could do.

Ancestor River Styx remained silent. No matter how heaven-defying his methods were, he still had no way to intervene in matters of the heart.

Yuzhen could not help but admire Tongyun's kindness. If she were in the same position, she certainly would not be able to care so deeply for her husband's concubine. If one truly loves a man, how could one not feel jealous? Could it be... that Tongyun had not yet fallen in love with Salashan?

"I don't think there was anything wrong with what I said. Her mind is so delicate, and I have no idea which phrase made her feel uncomfortable. Am I supposed to repeat every single sentence back to you? You may have the time, but I am certainly busy."

In Xu Yun's heart, her true father was Xu Jianping. Although he was just a very ordinary father, he was the one who had raised her since childhood, shielded her from the wind and rain, and protected her with all his heart.

She loved being held by the adults and carried around to see the sights, allowing her to witness more and more different landscapes.

Qin Yun had no other choice and had no option but to toss out his true physical body, which was originally healing inside the Nine Heavens Star River Diagram.

"Tell your boss that my wife is about to give birth and I have no time to play games with him." Having said that, Zhao Qiang picked up his firearm and turned, preparing to leave through the broken doors and windows of the Jeep Cherokee. Suddenly, a flash of white light appeared. By the time Zhao Qiang recovered his vision, except for the Cherokee he was sitting in, the surrounding scenery had completely changed.

Innumerable thoughts surged up and down in Mo Lin's mind like a tide, stirring up boundless emotional reflections within him.

No, they did not believe there were rifts anywhere else, but even if they thought so, they could only keep it to themselves in their hearts and dared not speak of it casually.

When leaving, Gu Yan had asked Xiangyun when he planned to go to the Heavenly Void Realm. Yet Xiangyun's reply somewhat surprised him; he actually said he had no intention of going to the Heavenly Void Realm at all.

Yang Yan could not help but recall the distant events of years past. With the past vividly flashing before his eyes, a profound sense of lingering emotion welled up within him.

Only after being pointed out by Ye Han did those present finally understand the significance of this poem within the painting. A painting matched with a poem, and a poem accentuating the painting—only this could be called artistic conception, only this could be called a soul.

"I'm fine," Weiwei shook her head. However, the very instant she shook her head, I noticed her beautiful eyes suddenly close, and then her delicate body gradually faded away.

One Zhang Chong, with eyes blazing with fury, desperately withstood the pressure of the six knights, while the other charged once more toward the front of the divine priest.

When Bai Xiyue and Ye Liran learned that in five minutes all surveillance cameras would be completely shut down and they could commence their operation, they took action immediately.

Since the operational strategy against the Naiman had already been finalized, the Mongol generals had relaxed considerably. Now that the topic turned to the Song Dynasty's diplomatic mission, the conversation naturally shifted to Yang Yan and the others.

"As long as you're safe and sound, your injuries will recover sooner or later!" Dongfang Bi consoled Ximen Fu, who wore a bitter expression.

Li Dafu chuckled and said, "Since you've all walked in here, there's no need for such rigid formalities!" Following close behind Li Dafu were Li Chen and several of Li Dafu's bodyguards.

These three paths did not contradict one another. Yuan Hong felt that he could cultivate them simultaneously and was fully capable of achieving it. Whichever path succeeded, his realm would leap forward dramatically, and his strength would become terrifyingly formidable.

And if Meng Feng were to guess, upon seeing this ordinary-looking middle-aged man, a very old memory would surely be stirred. That was a memory from within the Four Extremes Imperial Palace, where he had once seen a wisp of a remnant soul. That remnant soul was none other than the master of the Four Extremes Imperial Palace, the renowned Great Emperor of a millennium ago—the Four Extremes Emperor.

Yet he discovered that apart from Old Li, who raised his wine bottle along with him, Wang Bo sitting opposite him and Ichijo Ryu had not raised their cups at all.

The distance grew closer and closer. Yuan Hong's heart trembled, not daring to let out the slightest breath as he kept his nerves taut to the extreme. Then, seeing the black-armored figure step into the explosion zone, he instantly triggered it, setting off a massive explosion.

The Mandera demon chieftain looked at the incoming attack with a solemn expression, sensing a dangerous aura emanating from that fireball. With a roar, the chieftain violently swung the spiked club it held high, smashing it fiercely toward the incoming fireball, the weapon wreathed in dense, powerful forces of death.

One dragon-scale stone could roughly refine two or three dragon-scale pills, and all afternoon I had only managed to refine two batches.

While daydreaming about a wonderful life, the roar of a motorcycle cut through the air, and seven or eight domestically made motorcycles sped toward Wang Bo from the distance.

The Divine Deity Mountain was the key to unlocking the Immortal Pupil World, but the submission of this Flood Dragon opened yet another door for Shiyi. Within the boundless white firmament, countless void doors seemed to fall, one tightly interlocking with the next—dense, seamless, and flawless.