Volume 1, Chapter 58: I Don't Scam You & Only Three Times a Day

The moment this thought crossed her mind, she naturally reached out and poked Zack’s body, feeling an extraordinary texture.

At this instant, not only were their greatswords unable to hack at the stalwart man, but because the butt of the spear had deflected their blades, their bodies involuntarily stumbled toward him. The two of them inwardly cried out that it was bad, and right after, they heard two loud thaps. Their bodies shook as heavy blows from the invincible spear's butt simultaneously struck their ribs.

Therefore, Lu Ya was waiting—waiting for an even stronger quasi-sage to arrive and for a better opportunity to present itself. Only then would he unleash his "Fire" technique, striking with fatal precision to secure victory.

You Yitian pretended to close his eyes and use his seventh sense to perceive, but in reality, he was frantically gathering golden battle qi in his hands.

"Mom, we have guests." As soon as Jiaojiao entered the house, she ran toward the inner rooms while hugging the rock candy jar, causing Zhao Zhengce to worry anxiously that she might fall.

All the demon kings had once gathered at Lion Roar Mountain, but now only five could come. Although it was the New Year, it felt as though boundless months had passed.

The sudden counterattack felt as if it were infused with all of Yi's strength. Streaks of rainbow-like sword Qi flew forward to slash straight at the West Concubine's glabella. Just as it was about to strike, the West Concubine’s claws hooked outward in succession, bare-handed shattering all those sword Qi into stardust and powder, neutralizing them harmlessly into the void.

"Zuofeng, sit. Try my supreme Tieguanyin." Jin Rufeng cordially invited Li Zuofeng to sit on the sofa, personally poured him a cup of tea, and gestured toward the teacup as he spoke.

In truth, however, the magic power within her body had long since given her a warning. The moment the goblin approached, a subtle sense of unease had welled up from deep within her, yet she had no idea where this feeling originated.

This would depend on how many people could survive among the vines, or whether they lacked the capability to breach this layer of wall and reach the sacred land nestled within.

He Zheng was slightly stunned. Back then, he had personally kept watch over the fellow for an entire day with no signs of waking up. He hadn't expected him to wake up now.

His father’s hazy figure echoed in his mind. He paced back and forth inside the modest house with an anxious expression, frequently glancing at the tightly closed door before him.

The truck rattled along the loess highway, and sitting in a cabin reeking of blood, Long Yun’s dazed state of mind failed to recover.

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Is she finally going to take this clingy loli away? He had been complaining about not having to look after her; normally she clung to him like a sticky piece of taffy, making it impossible to shake her off even when he went out to handle matters.

Consequently, at this time, cargo vessels traveling from the south to the northern capital were dwindling in number. Grain prices in the capital had once again climbed to a new peak.

Judging by Finc's performance right now, however, he didn't even know where he was going, which really made one feel rather unassured.

The sword, its sharpness entirely restrained, flashed instantaneously alongside Qin Zheng toward the middle-aged man's side—that is, the side of the "Underworld Ghost."

After all, he now commanded a force of over thirty thousand people, and the daily expenses were astronomical. Therefore, the grain stored in the nearby branch temples of the Imperial Awakening Temple was truly insufficient.

The servants were currently scattered across various parts of the estate; some were tidying up the rooms, some were sipping tea and chatting, while others had already gone to sleep.

Ignoring Six-Finger's urging, Qin Feng slowly paced around the bronze coffin, carefully observing the surrounding environment.

He was well aware that many regular customers came here not just for jade gambling, but also to trade antiques, which was why the business could grow larger and larger, eventually dominating Jianghai City.

"Aren't you even earlier!" Shen Chen didn't mind her casual demeanor and flattered her in return—which, of course, was also the truth.

Just as Yangyang had said, Jiang嫣 knew that she would feel heartache for her, and thus used herself to scheme against her.

The level 9 mythical instance from twenty years ago had been a nine-deaths-and-live-once ordeal for Xu Zitao, and surviving it in the end was purely a matter of luck.

They had been searching for the better part of the day, yet they still had no idea where the dungeon of the Desert Flying Eagle Gang was located.

"They don't look like they've been poisoned. It's more like... their vital essence was sucked away by something," Qin Feng muttered thoughtfully after a moment of silence.

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However, the Ghost-Toothed Giant Viper was no fool either. Its counterattack began the moment lightning blazed violently across Bai Xintong's body. Or rather, that could hardly be called a counterattack; before Bai Xintong's physical lightning could even touch it, its assault was already targeted at both Bai Xintong and Nangong Yunyi.

This style of combat scared the observers hiding in the shadows out of their wits. All of them were secretly rejoicing that they hadn't made the first move; otherwise, the ones who had just died would have been them.

Later on, the Prince had the steward make such a grand and imposing arrival to strip the Princess of her authority as manager of the household and seize her official seal.

The middle-aged man wore a faint smile, exuding an air of effortless detachment and absolute mastery over the world.

Rebirth Island was shrouded in darkness, featuring a complex terrain. Jungles, bushes, and piles of jagged rocks were scattered across the island in a disorderly and completely random fashion.

Didn't you see the terrifyingly fierce aura erupting from him? Approaching him made one's hair stand on end and induced a feeling of suffocation.

Dividing into two groups, one behind the other, the crowd arrived at the rooftop of the Hall of Supreme Harmony. On one side stood the Purple-Gold Hall, while the other two sides were steep precipices. The spacious arena was more than enough to accommodate the upcoming martial arts duel.

Not paying attention for a moment, she saw Ciyou scamper off the bed. Mo Ling's handsome face darkened as he roared in a low voice.

"Very well, now observe how my movement differs from the inch-punch force just now." Having said that, Fa Nature extended his arm horizontally once again, elbow pointing downward, slightly curved, with the palm facing forward and slanted downward. The positions of his five fingers remained unchanged, yet it was as if his hand were pressed against some solid object, using solely the palm to execute a pushing motion.

They were well aware of how formidable Shi Jian's "Lightning Running Thunder Fist" was—a Daoist technique he had acquired through inheriting the lightning cultivation methods of a Celestial Master he had chanced to meet.

Ye Xing was not afraid of encountering formidable enemies; what he feared was having not even a shred of retaliatory power and having to rely on others for protection. For someone with his prideful temperament, that was far worse than death.

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