Chapter 123
The opponent did not play by the rules at all; one moment they were attempting to extract information, and the next, they had summarily executed Jitarco, tossing the body to their subordinates as food.
Second Life had not expected the super-spiritual entity to possess such a firm will, capable of contending with so many Ghost Kings.
"Imperial Supreme World-Shocking Art! This person is actually using the Imperial Supreme World-Shocking Art!" exclaimed Lin Qiansheng, who was also in the auction hall.
Unexpectedly, this suspense quietly boosted the viewership of the second episode, raising it by seven percentage points.
After I met her, she asked me one day, "Why have you never written a poem for me?" I replied, "When I met you, I had already lost the ability to write poetry. I may not be able to offer you the romance of a poem, but in my heart, I yearn so deeply to be your hero, to make our lives magnificent."
Enveloped by an infinite number of gazes, he lowered his head. In an instant, he seemed to grow immensely tall, catching sight of a throne of obsidian at the end of time, with an army of countless Forgotten Knights beneath it, appearing like tiny black specks.
Just then, an inconspicuous grey sphere, the size of a quail egg, was thrown over, landing precisely between the two Iron-Winged Birds.
To maintain such composure that no anomaly was revealed even at a time like this—Bai Yuling frowned. He could not discern where the opponent had hidden the spatial treasure, making any attempt to seize it impossible.
However, the group remained suspended in the void, their energy and blood somewhat depleted. Qi Xuanyi stood atop the Vermilion Bird; aided by the power of the paulownia wood, the Vermilion Bird's strength was virtually inexhaustible.
Hearing such a price, any major power would purchase it without hesitation. After all, if fairy spirit stones are exhausted, one can always go back to mining or pillaging, but once a peak Indestructible-grade weapon is missed, it is rarely encountered again.
After finishing her porridge, Cheng Lingzhi checked the time; it was already three o'clock. She hurriedly wanted to go to sleep, but having taken one step into her room, she turned around and headed to Xinxi's room instead.
"Bah! You old scoundrel, what if my Tiger Roar Tribe joins in as well?" the chieftain of the Tiger Roar Tribe shouted, while the guards behind him drew their weapons.
After staying for a few days, Liu, Guan, and Zhang prepared to lead their mercenaries to Anxi County to take up their official posts.
As they passed more and more planets, this strange dragon army grew rapidly in size, collecting an increasing number of Ancestral Dragon bones.
Listening to this exchange, Jiang Ming struggled to squeeze out two words: "I'm fine." Once spoken, it felt as though all his strength had been drained; his spirit and vitality vanished in an instant.
"Using violence, intentionally causing bodily harm to others, resulting in serious injury," Gao Jie answered professionally.
Mist had risen over the water—a damp, thin mist that seemed to shroud the group in a layer of vapor.
After deliberation, they decided to use this large courtyard as a temporary headquarters, strengthening their guard. They would wait until tomorrow to observe the movements of the other three parties before making a decision.
Although their ancestors might have been Qi-refining disciples of the Doukuang Sect, it was a pity that mortals were mortals; without spiritual roots, there was no way to cultivate techniques to condense mana.
After speaking, he crossed his arms, his eyes behind his lenses emitting a sharper light, as if ready to find fault with Ye Bai at any moment.
What Liu Fan did not expect was that Wen Ke, the magistrate of Wannian County, came to visit in person. The purpose of the visit was simple: to make the waters of Wannian County clearer and the environment better.
In other words, the Prince of Shu was already at a disadvantage, and his foster father had come to balance the strength between the two princes.
Ding Yi sighed softly. He could not let the Prince remain trapped in this dead end; he had to pull the Prince back to matters of importance.
When he heard his cousin mention that an expert was holding a career guidance seminar, he decided to attend, intending to analyze the situation along the way.
However, compared to the other Golden Core cultivators, this old man appeared significantly more aged.
Peng Shufan was in no hurry, sipping her tea slowly. As she drank, she watched the deep-in-thought Liu Fan, feeling a constant sense of wonder that a soldier who had once rebelled was now the youngest nobleman in Chang'an City.
I checked the prices; the cheapest was over half a million. It wasn't that I couldn't bear to spend it, but that I felt it was unnecessary.
At this moment, he was inciting the common people to cause trouble, not just because he fully understood Li Chengqian's intentions, but also because he wanted to vent his own frustrations.
The tattoo was black, somewhat irregular, and rather ugly—which was why White Wolf thought it looked like a birthmark. Yet, one could clearly discern the shape of rising flames, or perhaps a puff of rising gas; no matter how one looked at it, it seemed to have been tattooed on by hand.
As Brother Chi gave the order, a series of crisp bowstring snaps rang out from the mountain peaks on both sides. The resonance of these sounds echoed long between the peaks, weaving together a sonata of death.
The reason she insisted on brewing the medicine here was likely because she worried he might run into trouble, and thus she remained by his side.
When the British entered the Barents Sea, the East European Plain had just undergone a geopolitical upheaval.
It would be fine if the Moon Palace were a subordinate of Mount Luofu, but the relationship between the two fluctuated between close and distant. Although it appeared seamless, their own Palace Master was intentionally or unintentionally distancing herself, which was the most awkward part of it all.