Volume One, Chapter 25: Plopping Down Right on Second Master's Lap

The trouble with using a tall ship as a flagship is its lack of maneuverability; against the fire ships closing in aggressively, there was simply no way to dodge.

However, according to common logic, the Eye of Heaven would never engage in such trivialities as compressing lightning to this degree. The lightning strikes that appear during a tribulation are always in their natural state, even during a Supreme Tribulation.

As a result, the boy with the radiant, sunny smile became a veritable demon in their eyes, and a sense of growing panic began to take root.

Their square, bulky heads had become somewhat rounded, though this was barely noticeable against the backdrop of their thickening necks. Their deep green eyes grew brighter, like two flickering ghost fires, and their gazes no longer held mere ferocity, but a touch of something truly evil.

The thousand-foot-tall body had long since lost its former majesty; the pitch-black scales were mostly shattered, and large patches of raw, crimson flesh were exposed, spilling blood incessantly.

Though it sounded like an explanation, Song Li’s gaze was far from kind; Fang Wu even felt a flicker of killing intent within it.

Song Li rubbed his nose, finally starting to believe the truth. It appeared he had become the idol of the entire generation. Damn, this feeling wasn't half bad.

However, since the other party’s bid was much higher than the auction house’s reserve price, Xue Qing was not overly anxious.

A long time later, a roar that shook the heavens erupted, echoing throughout the room, bursting out of the hall, and resonating across the entire West Mountain.

Patients who had previously purchased the medication could claim a refund for the price difference upon presenting their receipts, though this was limited to drugs produced under the Zhao Group.

Seeing the holy sprite appear, Azir’s pupils contracted sharply, and he murmured the name of the creature.

Xiao He and his three companions were waylaid by reporters for a quarter of an hour before finally entering the restaurant, and the interview area quieted down slightly.

After singing two songs to open the show, the applause was thunderous, and the cheers and screams were even louder.

"Stop talking nonsense, this is a professional massage," the lobby manager retorted, clearly displeased.

The doctor was quite competent; after a gentle examination, he said there was nothing to worry about and told A’jiu to set her mind at ease.

"Your father—he was the one who poisoned him; he admitted it to me himself... But, the person who truly killed your father was actually me."

But A’jiu was different. She was so beautiful that even if Wang Zhi had no initial intentions, he might well have been tempted by the late hour and the lack of witnesses to harbor other thoughts.

The imperial edict was filled with long-winded nonsense; apart from the first and last sentences, I understood almost nothing.

Knowing her mother preferred quiet, A’jiu said no more, taking Du Sinian to bid farewell to Gu Lianying.

The hall was filled with debate. Lord Weichi looked at the crowd and nodded, as it seemed the majority favored Lord Sima’s proposal.

The next day, he summoned Che Li and his third son, Jiang Deji. In the council chamber, he recounted the battle situation without any attempt to hide the truth.

Furthermore, while fighting, Chu Ming not only had to watch out for his enemies but also keep a constant eye on Liu Moling.

Regardless of their true feelings, for Shen Feng, he felt this was already enough.

The blade’s edge swept out ten thousand feet of flames, cutting through the sky with a sharp, piercing sound. Although the strike was aimed at Xu Chen, everyone watching from below felt the overwhelming heat, and sweat dripped from their hairlines before they even realized it.

"Move aside, you have no say in this. Do you think any of us here are afraid of death? To be honest, our cultivation is a struggle against heaven itself. It is precisely because we fear death that we work so hard to cultivate. Those who don't fear death died out long ago," An Mo’er argued self-righteously.

"Why, why are you not controlled by my beautiful melody?" The Water Enchantress froze, unable to believe her eyes.

The incense continued to drift, and the figure seated high in the chair became ethereal and hazy, as if they might vanish at any moment.

After leaving home, Shen Feng headed straight for the meeting spot he had previously agreed upon with White Shadow.

As soon as Zhao Xuanting and the others stepped ashore, they discovered it was a bluestone wharf. There was a row of houses with blue bricks and white walls, topped with "glazed tiles." Instead of lanterns, the doorways were illuminated by night-luminescent pearls.

"Damn your grandmother, let me at them!" a voice with a Northeast accent roared, accompanied by the clanking of iron chains.

How did this Du Yiming, who hadn't even graduated from middle school, come to be called "Professor Du"? It seemed he even enjoyed the title; what was the reason for this?

Everything was arranged reasonably, leaving no room for Xiao Long to intervene. However, he wasn't without things to do; while aimlessly wandering around Venus for the day, he sensed a familiar aura.

At this moment, many heroic masters had become comrades-in-arms with the Four Fiends of the Heavenly Ghost.

Draped in gold and jade, and wearing a bright red wedding gown, the two brides instantly exuded a rich, "nouveau riche" air. The godmother was extremely satisfied; she simply loved that style.

"That iron hook guy said this was to avenge Leng Bing," Sali’s words clarified the situation; it seemed some friend or relative of Leng Bing had come for revenge.

"What do you want! If I get out of here, I will never let you off!" Yi Feng roared, but he still couldn't break free.

He believed that with the help of these "half-step sovereign" masters, the mission would be completed successfully even without him.

Within Huangpu Xiong’s domain, Yi Feng felt his movements become sluggish and his actions significantly restricted.

The next stop... would be a brand new world. It was located in the "Void" department, but it was no longer this universe.

Everyone would only marvel at the beautiful silver-clad world before them, never stopping to think about what lay buried beneath such beauty.

Three years ago, I came out just to improve my ranking slightly, but now I feel a sense of dread. What kind of situation is this?

Lan Qingkong said coldly, "Young man, you are quite arrogant. Even if you have obtained the Supreme Profound inheritance and possess formidable cultivation, and even if you look down upon the elders of the Lan family, I am still here. Who gave you the confidence to despise an Void-Refining martial artist? A tree that is too stiff will break; you would do well to be more humble, young man."