Volume One, Chapter 34: The Shen Siblings Really Are Something!

"Agreed!"

Shen Zhiyi did not decline; she had the exact same intention. Even if her second brother hadn't suggested it, she had planned to test the machine herself to see if any further improvements were needed.

However, just as the siblings finished speaking, a voice rang out from the crowd—

The man looked to be about twenty-four or twenty-five, though he exuded an air of effeminacy.

She then headed to the snack section, as she always made sure to buy a pack of hawthorn strips whenever she visited.

The problem was that her aunt, aside from spending her inheritance from her grandfather on cosmetics and travel, did nothing at all. She was the type of person who only knew how to spend money lavishly.

"Fatty, I've changed my mind. Take me to that place." I pointed toward the bathhouse the campus belle frequented.

Because Li Bai’s writing was so exquisite, Ye Qian couldn't resist the urge to take a picture and post it to her private space to show it off.

Qing Qiudie naturally had to obey Master Murong’s words. She only hoped that Brother Duan would stay long enough to eat the dishes she had meticulously prepared for him, so that her efforts would not have been in vain.

Three hours later, the cultivators waiting here would all depart, and then the Immortal Palace would close once more and vanish at random. Whether there would be another chance to enter the palace, no one knew.

"A great idea. Old Yi’s brain has become sharp, too," agreed Lei Gui, master of the Thunder Earth Hall.

She insisted that Lin Jiaming and Zheng Guihua wanted to kill Zheng Youzhi. Driven to his wits' end, Lin Jiaming had even considered other measures.

An Jun walked straight inside. On the first floor of the restaurant, there were over a thousand seats, and at this moment, hundreds of Realm Lords were already there, along with a dozen great Immortal God Lords.

I knew this old ghost wasn't easy to deal with, Luo Tian muttered to himself. Outwardly, however, he remained composed, his expression still one of deep worry as he waited for him to continue.

Li Xuanjing sighed. He still had some memory of the senior sisters from Piao Miao Peak; during their mission together, they had taken good care of him, and this Gongsun Yue in particular had been very curious, asking him questions every step of the way.

"Stay, and I will explain it to you slowly." With a flick of her wrist, the woman in the green jacket held a black bead between her thumb and middle finger. She flicked it onto the ground, and Qingxue Peak was instantly shrouded in thick black smoke.

Zhenren Huiyan and Granny Yinye, only at the Nascent Soul stage, were terrified and retreated upon seeing such a display. Zhenren Yuyang and Ming Lizi’s expressions also shifted drastically.

At this moment, Jiang Li'er had already jumped down from the altar, waving excitedly in this direction.

"That guy calls himself a god! His name is Loki. We now suspect he doesn't belong to Earth at all, but is an invader!" Coulson, who had rushed over, glanced briefly at the president on the ground and said in a grave voice.

Ximen Chuixue and the others cast subtle glances toward the box behind the Martial King, lost in thought.

With a hum of energy, a blinding ball of light shot from the tip of the scepter toward Thor’s back. Caught off guard, Thor was sent flying by the blast, crashing through the wall and remaining silent for a long time.

A rapid series of explosions rang out, as dense as popping beans. The giant sword collided with the nine immortal sword chains and was immediately enveloped by layers of blades. The blasts echoed through the heavens, and violent shockwaves surged in all directions.

Feng Zilian stretched out a slender, jade-like finger and gently tickled Su Zhan’s cheek. The waft of fragrance, combined with the touch of her finger, made Young Master Su feel an itch in his heart.

"What about his character? What was your impression of him at the time?" Lin Yifeng continued, pressing for an answer.

In Lin Yun’s vision, the aquatic maneuvers of the people from Jianghai Manor were exactly what every soldier in the Flood Dragon Army needed to achieve. But to reach such a level, one would need at least three to five years of practice on the rivers; the Flood Dragon Army had only been formed for half a year, so they were certainly no match for their opponents here.