Volume 1, Chapter 56: Uncle, Do You Need a Daughter?

Afterwards, he rattled off a list of materials and asked Wang Zhiwei to get them ready. They were all common materials for setting up formations and not particularly precious. If he had asked for some sort of magical artifact, Wang Zhiwei probably wouldn't have agreed.

At this moment, in front of this sweeping storm of energy, all living creatures were as insignificant as ants.

Yet Jiang Wei had said that one needed to reach the Blood Coagulation Realm to truly wield the power of a Martial Soul, so how was it that he could fully unleash the innate ability of Iron Wall Defense +2?

This so-called Lord of the Yin Mountain was simply a master of playing the pig to eat the tiger. Clearly possessing the cultivation of the Divine Realm, he had managed to instantly kill the Shadow Demon Prince.

Saying he would find something to help wipe him down, but unable to find a rag on the spur of the moment, he used the sleeve of his military uniform instead.

However, although Yang Tianlei's breezy remark did not argue with them over who was right and who was wrong, the seventeen youths looked at his back—which seemed as though it could collapse at any moment—and after chewing on his words for a moment, their faces flushed red.

Inside Gu Fei's body, a massive demonic shadow was battering his Niwan Palace. As long as Gu Fei's primordial spirit remained for even a day, this so-called Annihilation Demon Emperor could not be considered to have completely seized Gu Fei's body.

He didn't have the backing of someone like Mu Xiang right now, so when it was time to keep a low profile, he still needed to keep a low profile.

Abruptly, a crack a foot long appeared on the black stone ground. Both Xiao Xi and the other person were startled. Although this patch of stone ground was a full three miles in circumference, the sight before them was definitely not what they wanted to see.

Qin Huan thought of the lies she had told the man beside her in the past. Indeed, she was nothing short of a liar.

Martial arts are sometimes just like life; blindly escaping will never bring about any turning point. Yet if one turns around to face the danger and fights desperately with all one's might, there is instead a chance of finding a path to survival in the jaws of death, winning a sliver of light.

"I find it strange too. How on earth could it just catch fire like that!" The burly man followed after him.

As if he had anticipated that she was eavesdropping behind him, Luo Chenyang turned his head slightly and glanced at her.

Since she could not deal with Sang Li openly, the best method was to borrow a knife to kill someone and eliminate future troubles once and for all. Xiao Ling's immediate entry into the palace to see the Emperor upon her return had not escaped Consort Rong's watchful eyes.

"Put me down." She said it again, her voice devoid of spirit. Luo Xuan hurriedly and gingerly put her down on the ground, retreating two steps with a dejected air.

Everyone was locked inside the iron prison. The iron bars seemed to have been specially reinforced, so no matter how Ouyang Qingming and Baili Zui thrashed about, they could not shake them in the slightest.

Perhaps it was the sound of Liang Yimo's turning over that woke him. The ever-vigilant Ye Chen opened his eyes the moment she turned around.

Chen Nian was momentarily stunned by the question, staring blankly at the person for a good while before realizing that she was being flirted with. Having grown up in a bandit den until the age of sixteen, no one had ever dared to speak a single frivolous word to her. She never imagined she would encounter flirting today.

Mu Yun's air of a jealous husband coming to settle accounts made Sang Li frown with displeasure. Their grand wedding had been decided beforehand; it was only because Mu Yun was injured at the time and she was mentally and physically exhausted that she had ordered the wedding date to be changed.

Although separated by heavy elevator doors, and the two weren't even on the same level, their hearts were closer than ever before.

Long before she knew that Mo Feifei was carrying a child of the Xu family, Mother Xu had hired a private detective to keep an eye on Mo Feifei's every move, reporting to her daily.

However, while it was easy for cultivators to transition from the acquired realm to cultivating the divine path, no cultivator would ever willingly abandon their freedom and carefree existence to be confined to a single place.

Upon hearing this, the two were struck with incomparable shock. So the paths of the Heavenly Pillar Mountain were so lofty and distant! The thought that they had previously spoken of cooperating with Wang Yuanfeng was simply like bandits cooperating with the imperial court—there was simply no comparison whatsoever, and they secretly felt a sense of shame.

Since I've already signed up, I can't just put on a show and treat it as "just participating for the experience"... I've decided to give it another hard try.

"Senior Meng, this junior has brought his beloved to disturb you." A-Yu took An Yi's hand as they walked over.

Just as he had guessed previously, the Underworld River was a closed, circular body of stagnant water, with two bridges in the middle connecting to the outer roads.

With just one hand, Jin Yuxuan subdued Xia Qingya, half-embracing and half-carrying her into the inner bedroom, where they both tumbled onto the large bed.

Kim Ji-hyun strolled over gracefully, neither approaching An Jiaohui nor getting close to Yin Youhe and the others. She remained off to one side alone, her intentions inscrutable.

When Marshal Xin first arrived, he gathered wandering ghosts and refined them into an army, which inevitably brought him into conflict with the Black Mountain Old Demon, though he initially avoided taking the brunt of their hostility.

This was the interior of the Five Elements Yin Destiny, and over the past five years, I had been defeated by him more than once. Several times, I had almost died in his hands.

"I..." Xiao Feng was just about to deny it, but thinking of their current situation, if he denied it, he really wouldn't be much of a man.

The Oriental Pearl Tower consists of three spherical structures. Accompanied by Zhou Xin, Fu Guoxing, and Li Changyu, I went up into the largest sphere, which was equipped with telescopes. There were many tourists there, both Chinese and foreign.

Yurtis flicked his wrist, and a bow and arrow slowly descended from the magical array in the sky. With a gentle grip, a whirlpool appeared in the ocean below, and winds and clouds gathered. With another draw, the golden bow and arrow shone as brilliantly as the sun.

At this moment, Guo Yingjie had long since lost consciousness. His clothes were shredded into rags by the blade qi, his hair was disheveled, and blood stained the corners of his mouth. He probably never imagined he would end up in such a miserable state.

Teko Saeko was not a natural airhead like Shizuka Marikawa, who wouldn't react even upon seeing a student holding a gun. If Saeko saw him holding a firearm, it certainly wouldn't be easy to explain later.

Out of the thousands of demon hunters, nearly half—over a thousand people—lost their combat effectiveness simply due to a gust of demonic wind. Blood instantly dyed the earth red, severed limbs scattered across the ground, and wails of agony rang out. Yet even more people sat paralyzed on the ground in terror, forgetting even how to shriek.

These kinds of doubts were also heard by Duan Lingtian when he returned to his spectator seat, but he merely smiled them off.

"Make him come back. If it's you, he will definitely listen." Sayaka was being a bit presumptuous. Yue Zhong would indeed abandon others for the sake of Akemi Homura, but that was when Homura was in danger; unless it was a necessary action, he couldn't just abandon Kaminaga Saki, who had always trusted him.

This way, Yun Chi's white dress, cinched at her slender waist by a magenta belt embroidered with flower branches, instantly made her entire look lively. Moreover, people's attention would naturally be drawn to her slender waist, making it seem as if her waist was so delicate it could barely be grasped in one hand.