Chapter 23

"I am the law, and the law is me!" A cold voice rang out, as if echoing from the distant horizon.

Before leaving the prison, Xu Lingfeng told Zhang Yuan that Yin Yi had spent a significant amount of money to build momentum for him, and for once, he grudgingly praised Yin Yi for having a conscience.

Zhong Nan stood outside the door, his gaze withdrawn. He didn't know whether he should leave or stay—if he left, he felt like someone who would abandon his partner after a fleeting encounter; yet, if he stayed, he had no idea how Jiang Mo would deal with him.

Qin Chuan discovered that no matter how tricky the angle of his attacks on Chen Si, Chen Si was always able to parry them in time and counterattack. As they traded blows, neither side suffered a major loss, nor did either gain a significant advantage.

Xie Haidong could not fathom what was going through Qin Chuan's mind. He only felt that the atmosphere was exceptionally oppressive. He even vaguely noticed that Qin Chuan’s eyes seemed a bit red, and the invisible pressure he had been exuding had dissipated into nothingness.

Two days later, Zhong Nan found Xiong Jiazheng and said he wanted to meet with Liao Chuanzhi alone, claiming he needed to ask him about some matters. He told Xiong Jiazheng that if the questioning yielded ideal results, it might lead to a great merit, and he would share half the credit with him.

The auspicious time had arrived. Inside the Heavenly Pivot Hall, apart from the members of the Rainbow Light Sect and the Carefree Valley, Xia Zhonghe, the leader of the West Mountain Branch of the Heavenly Dragon Gang, had also arrived upon hearing the news.

"Look at that pathetic state you're in! It’s truly disgusting!" Long Tianwei shot a fierce glare at Zhang Cheng, flicked his sleeves, and headed toward the direction of the Qingfeng Pavilion.

It wasn't until a voice, cold to the absolute extreme, drifted over that Gu Ling'er realized her fantasies had been far too beautiful. She didn't know if she had overestimated her own charm or her understanding of Long Linfei.

Seeing the box, Gu Fengchun knew exactly what "suffering" meant; it seemed he was about to be pricked by a few of Chen Si’s acupuncture needles. However, he remained puzzled: what did acupuncture have to do with restraining the wall of Gu worms?

What he didn't expect was that someone had leaked his frequent visits to Zuo Shan to Chi Jie. The next time he went, he was caught red-handed by Chi Jie and his men.

For example, in American films and television dramas, prosecutors often promise prisoners that if they are willing to plead guilty, they will receive a lighter sentence; if they don't plead guilty, the prosecutor will pile on more charges, and if they lose the case in the end, they will end up serving several more years in prison.

"No, I'm used to these. It’s hard to find ones that are just as handy over there." Lingling was very capable; with her packing, she filled four large suitcases. Seeing Lili at the airport, she realized her friend had even one more than she did—no wonder the two of them got along so well.

The scene shifted. A few days later, on the arena, two figures enveloped in spiritual energy were interweaving frantically, fists and feet colliding.

The opponent wasn't using a whip; rather, his martial soul was a vine capable of extending at will, which was flying toward him, attempting to restrain him.

Marjie’s hand grasped the earring she held, and for some reason, Shayu did not resist his action.

"It certainly existed in the Pre-Qin era, and didn't the practice of burial sacrifices continue until the early Ming Dynasty? But that falls into the category of history," Professor Wei noted.

Gu Chen nodded and followed Ji Feiyu out of the car, walking into the first villa located in the center of the front courtyard.

One had to realize that this was a period of chaos, where order had yet to be established; whatever the provincial officials said was law, and their rules were the rules.

"Don't make a move; let me handle this." The Sect Master, fearing that Qin Taiming might lose his sense of proportion and hurt Qin Chi, immediately formed a hand seal.

It was no secret how many people were around Duke Wei, but the fact that Liu Yaze knew the current defensive layout of the Han family like the back of his hand was something that could not help but make him grave. If Liu Yaze was so confident in all this, then what was impossible about the hypothesis he had proposed?

On the surrounding plains, countless heads appeared, forming a encirclement around the convoy and launching a fearless attack.

After being rejected by Yue Zhong, those Han heroes one after another joined the Ever-Victorious Army established by Yue Zhong, undergoing rigorous military training.

The carrier strike group passed through the Strait of Malacca, the golden waterway connecting the Pacific and Indian Oceans, and an important channel for exchanges between the East and the West.

Before they knew it, everyone in the conference room, except for that thick-skinned Lei Gong, was weeping just like their supreme commander.

She had already seen a wider sky. She had already begun to spread her wings and soar, crossing the world, but he... he didn't even have the strength left to follow behind her and keep watching her back.

Before the words had faded, the clouds in the sky dropped with a hum, stopping just over ten meters above his head.

Compared to the constantly evolving zombies, ordinary humans were easier to deal with. Therefore, many people began to hunt their fellow humans to seize supplies. There were very few who, like Yue Zhong, saved them without taking away the firearms they relied on for survival.

The Soviet invasion, the civil war—twenty-two years of continuous warfare had left countless cities in Afghanistan in ruins. The Taliban regime, which stepped over piles of corpses to finally take control of the country, shouted about economic recovery on one hand, while enforcing Islamic law and carrying out extreme religious rule across the nation on the other.

With a bang, something sharp inexplicably pierced the eye of the formation and stabbed Mo Shoucheng in the buttocks. Even though Mo Shoucheng heard the sound and leaped up, his backside was still pierced by the sharp object.

After a short while, Lin Fan said, "By the way, what exactly is the Fire Phoenix bloodline? It seems to have an innate affinity for fire elements."

It was still not for the sake of recovery or rest, but because Tian Ermiao was comprehending, laying the foundation for entering the Apotheosis realm.

Countless mists of blood permeated the air, scattering among the rubble and falling beneath the withered trees, like countless blood-red flowers blooming in an instant—dazzling, gorgeous, and shocking to the eye.

Watching the flying sword strike, Gu Changkong did not hesitate for a moment, immediately circulating the powerful true energy within his body while simultaneously wielding his long spear to defend.

In the past, when encountering cultivators of the same rank, he almost always possessed an overwhelming advantage; after all, he had stepped into the supreme realm many times and had been tempered by the manifestations of the gods.

If Uncle Jun was maimed while standing up for his brother, then his brother's injury must also have been caused by Ling Yu.

After the music started, Ling Yu seemed to be in a lush forest; he wielded the long sword in his hand, moving like flowing water, the blade whistling with every strike, each movement breathtakingly beautiful.