Volume One: Main Text - Chapter 24: So That Is How It Is

Thank goodness! Thank goodness! They hadn't used one of their own for the experiment last night. Even Jiang Lan could not help but exchange a glance with Solon, a lingering sense of dread settling deep within them.

In truth, having Yu Shirong and Ouyang Chen form an anti-corruption guard was not entirely out of the question. Although the Black Guard had resumed operations, they were secretly acting on behalf of the Mysterious Sect, serving as little more than a "Black Guard" in name only—a facade designed to intimidate officials with ulterior motives.

Fortunately, the hotel was not too far from here, and more importantly, it was in the opposite direction of the Dragon Group's base; otherwise, Na Tie would have taken Xuan Yalan and the others along to look for it.

Indeed, the Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon was the emperor among the Divine Dragon race. The Divine Dragon clan was inherently powerful, so perhaps due to the need for balance, there had only ever been two such emperors in history. Once they appeared, they were peerless powerhouses; a Divine Dragon clan with two such emperors was simply the most formidable force in existence.

Although Pan Yuhong kept complaining, the bald man did not respond to him at all, as if Pan Yuhong did not exist.

Yin Hun stared at Qing Hong with an anxious expression. Seeing her silence, he sprang to his feet and began to pace restlessly, his captivating peach-blossom eyes darting toward her every now and then, his mouth muttering words that were impossible to make out.

These memories were like living things; upon merging, they began to riot, nearly causing the collapse of his own memories. While Ye Fantian had anticipated this at the start, he had still underestimated the sheer, violent power of this portion when it truly manifested.

Qing Hong opened her slightly closed eyes and scanned her surroundings. She was no longer on the battle platform; as far as her eyes could see, it was a desolate desert. The sand beneath her feet and the scorching sun above felt entirely real.

"Who are you?" The leader of the Kunlun Sect saw only Pan Yuhong; he had not seen Tang Wanying’s appearance before, so he paid little attention to her, primarily because her strength did not warrant his concern.

Now that Zhao Hao held the momentum of a great victory, he could dispose of them however he pleased; they were little more than fish on his chopping block.

With the second stage of his W-ability activated, Xiao Ruiguang returned to his original position. Just as he tried to adjust his stance to wait for his cooldowns, a bursting water orb was thrown directly at his head, while another appeared beneath his feet.

The three were startled. The old man in the middle pulled the trigger according to Shen Sisi’s instructions, without channeling any internal energy, and sure enough, it pierced right through the wooden barrel.

Lang Fei gave a light wave, and instantly, a thousand suicide bombers appeared outside the inn. Each held ten thunder-fire bombs in their hands.

At night, the seaside woods were a paradise for lovers; even the early winter breeze could not dampen their fiery passion. During the day, however, the place was silent, save for the rustling sea breeze and the swaying pines. This suited Su Chi perfectly; with no one to disturb him, he could focus entirely on his training.

While he was assisting his teammates in pushing the middle lane, he was careless and got caught in an opponent Nami’s Q-skill bubble.

After Leng Yi offered comfort for quite some time, Zeng Rou’s apprehensions eased, and she finally dared to reach out and hold his arm.

Ke'er held her slender neck high, offering a bright smile. The girl’s pregnancy was already beginning to show, and after the early morning sickness subsided, she became remarkably steady. Without a hint of abnormality, her skin looked even more radiant and translucent than before, leading her to be incredibly smug and defiant, her arrogance beyond description.

"My dear brother, it is getting late. I shall have someone tidy up for you. Please, rest here for the night and continue your journey tomorrow," Gao Ding earnestly implored Gao Bi to stay.

With a single flick of a finger, a streak of cyan chaotic energy vanished in the blink of an eye, shattering Grand Duke Mober's arm to pieces and reducing his scepter to dust.

"Report!" A voice rang out, and the hall fell silent. Gao Ding pinched the bridge of his nose; he knew he was destined to hear no good news today.

However, to claim he could run rampant throughout Caojiadu and do as he pleased to anyone was an exaggeration. Aside from that person in the Wolf Gang, who else would dare make such a claim? He had merely been momentarily carried away by pride just now, and he regretted his rash words instantly, but out of youthful vanity, he could not bring himself to explain.

I explained anxiously. The matter wasn't resolved yet, and I just wanted everything to have a halfway decent ending. What was the point of this cowardly flight? Besides, I was leaving; I wasn't going to stay here, and I was going with Ye Linghan.

"Rest assured, you will not be left out," Lin Xichen said with a smile, then, without further ado, left in the company of his brother, Lin Yuanzhi.

Seeing the predicament of Feng Yun Zhantian, I couldn't help but laugh. Damn it, thank goodness I was clever enough to keep Feng Yun Zhantian’s phone number.

A light blue towel was tossed onto Zi Shan's head. By the time she pulled it off, she saw Yun Mo already heading upstairs.

The students on the training field were all drawn by the commotion, and upon seeing Liang Ping's expression, they couldn't help but clench their fists.

The Ninth Prince glared fiercely at the Tenth Prince before saying to Dong'e Miaoyi, "Miaoyi, this is my tenth younger brother." He then turned to the Tenth Prince and said, "This is your ninth sister-in-law." The Tenth Prince bowed, and the Tenth Princess curtsied; Dong'e Miaoyi stepped aside to avoid the gesture.

The Fifth Master quickly seized the opportunity to explain diligently; even if the content wasn't delivered well, it was still good practice for their Manchu listening skills.

Erica finished her lethal strike, her beautiful face as pale as a sheet of paper. Her energy was spent, and she swayed, nearly collapsing to the ground.

After boasting a bit, I continued grinding levels. With my current attack cap of 195 points, I could basically finish off a low-health skeleton wolf with a single strike.