Volume 1, Chapter 162: The Return of Ma Liang

Especially those warriors and experts who had almost come to blows with Zhou Liang back then while pursuing A-Zi were now covered in cold sweat. They never expected the strength of this young man in cyan Taoist robes to be so terrifying. Fortunately, they hadn't offended him too severely back then; otherwise, the one facing misfortune today would likely be the Sickle-Tooth Tribe.

A golden palm slowly extended from within the source of light, reaching out to stroke the top of Zhou Liang's head.

"It is indeed astonishing. Nearly four years ago, when Xia Liu woke up this time, it took us a tremendous amount of effort just to completely conceal his breakthrough aura. Who would have thought that not long ago, this fellow would do it again..." Gonggong curled his lips and said.

Yang Qiufeng nodded. He didn't feel that attaining the realm of an Emperor was anything extraordinary, but he was immensely gratified to have a son like Yang Qi.

Unwilling to continue the conversation, Mu Xuefu ignored Mu Junsheng, who was lost in thought, and left without turning back.

Now he could be certain that the Misty Forest possessed the strength to fight head-on against the armies of the other major races on the Earth-Immortal Realm. The largest force bordering the Misty Forest was the Eastern Immortal Court, but following the fall of the false emperor and the disappearance of Zhou Jian, the strength of the Immortal Court had been severely dealt a blow and could no longer pose any threat to the Misty Forest.

It was uncertain whose financial resources were greater, but if she were to be pointed in the face by this Chen Hua and cursed as a humble maid before leaving, it would simply be too humiliating.

Roy said, "Yes, Radiance saved my life. I, Roy, have no way to repay this kindness, and can only obey the will of the people!" Roy referred to Xia Tian as Radiance. From then on, Xia Tian acquired the name Radiance on Lighthouse Star, and was molded into the God of Radiance by humans in many lower worlds, a matter for later discussion.

Lu Feng lay on the rooftop, with a jar of newly brewed Star-Spirit Wine placed beside him. As he looked up, the connecting stars seemed to form the visage of the Star Emperor.

The moment their fists collided, Xia Liu felt as if a volcano had suddenly erupted, transmitting an endless wave of explosive force. The Demon God Chiyou also felt layer upon layer of heavy impacts, as if mountains were continuously crashing down upon him.

Now that the members of the Sky-Sea Guild had helped lure away four of them, leaving only a single one remaining, things would be much easier to handle.

"The company designers hold regular seminars, and there are also training courses for designer assistants. Go listen in when you have free time," Xu Yi reminded.

"Naturally it's true. When have I ever lied to you?" Yun Ze adjusted his front robe and sat down opposite Qing Rang.

Deep in devout communication with the Buddha statues at Puqing Temple, Yu Zichen could not help but sneeze. He had no idea that his fiercely loyal subordinate had already begun to show partiality toward Qing Rang.

"I've heard a bit about it. It is said to be something that only demigod-tier professionals can master," Chen Feng spoke the truth.

"Fine, then come back early." Jin Guangyan reluctantly hung up the phone. He had no desire to eat with Mu Feng; he'd rather go back early and wait for her instead.

Yan Xiaoxiao grew even angrier. "Do you have any concept of time at all? Don't you know you have to go to work early in the morning, and yet you still—" Yan Xiaoxiao couldn't go on.

Leng Yan had never imagined they would meet in this manner. He had only come to Dubai to discuss some business, and for just two or three days at that.

The handwriting was not particularly refined, and it was written in the common script of Moon Star rather than the script of this nether realm. As a result, the man in the cyan robe stared at it for a long time without understanding its meaning, though he did not press further and simply waited to see what the youth would do next.

Once released, Ruan Xiyan was already panting softly with hazy, beautiful eyes, leaning against the man's embrace like boneless weeping willow branches.

Chen Xiaoran stood right behind Su Qing, able to see her slender pink back and her upper body reflected in the mirror ahead. Seeing Su Qing at this moment, Chen Xiaoran's eyes brightened slightly.

The murderous intent concealed just a second ago poured out like a tide with Xiang Gangtian's words. Long An's lips curved slightly upward, and a pair of eagle-like eyes flashed with a soul-shaking chill.

Bai Zhi's sword lowered with some hesitation because she saw that all her other sisters had lowered their swords.

The voice startled him out of his thoughts. Looking up, he saw a remarkably thin man in green robes smiling warmly as he watched him.

Puff, puff—Hetian made his move, his immortal spear thrusting through the void repeatedly. The murderous aura pierced the skulls of the two men, killing them instantly without a chance of survival.

Though I had mentally prepared myself beforehand, hearing those words still shocked me. My eyes stared blankly ahead, and my heart began to churn with anxiety.

Zhang Tao's face turned red with strain. I knew what the experience of eating that stuff for the first time felt like; it made you want to die.

Now that he had succeeded, he naturally had to leave; otherwise, if he were surrounded by the experts of Tianquan within the city, he wouldn't be able to escape.

Although the trap looked simple, amidst this dense fog, it was utterly impossible to see clearly or anticipate.

Once a blade developed a nick, if not repaired in time, it would only worsen. Before long, the short saber in Wang Yan's hand had turned into a short saw, ultimately becoming lodged in the waist of a warrior.

In truth, Chen Tian's heart was also pounding nervously. After all, he was bargaining with a half-step divine-soul expert, and he felt extremely anxious inside. He knew nothing about Tian Zhiling's temperament or personality.

Life is inherently filled with more disappointments than satisfactions. She had merely been acting out of momentary spite, but when she thought about the matter afterward, it was already too late. She had failed to take control of her own fate, jumping into a fire pit from which escape would not be easy.

The consequence of the Prince having such a temperament was that while there were few proper, officially recognized Princesses and madams in the Prince's mansion, his concubines, maids, and bed-attendants far outnumbered those of any other official's household.

Lady Ruyan furrowed her delicate brows with a solemn expression, her heart filled with doubt: Under the bright and clear skies of the great Qi Dynasty, a living person should at least leave a body behind if they die, or be seen alive if they survive. How could someone simply vanish without a trace like this?

Because I knew very well that no matter how grave a mistake I made, fatty Wang would never fly into a rage like this. I had never seen him direct such intense temper at me before.

Tian Ji smiled and shook his head, saying, "I have always wondered where the legend of the Nine Nations Contending for Hegemony originates! Why has there never been any related record in the historical texts of the Nine Nations, yet it suddenly appeared a thousand years ago?"