Chapter 46

The true form clutched its head and let out a piercing howl, soaring straight up into the sky. Defying the oppressive awe and spiritual will of primordial times, it rushed to pursue Huang in order to rescue Ziyao from being swallowed up.

Holding his phone, Wang Zheng’s palms were slick with sweat. Just as he was about to press the dial button, he happened to see a message from Zhang Mingqi pop up.

Yun Bufan gave a bitter internal smile. Along this journey, he discovered there were at least tens of thousands of disciples on Cloud Ridge Peak. That in itself was fine; what he found most unbearable was that any one of these people could easily kill him, especially some children who were only a few years old. This left him utterly depressed—what kind of world was this?

Qinan smiled knowingly, her slender, scallion-white fingers extending from her wide sleeves. Unnoticed by the others, she gave him a reassuring wave: "It's fine, don't worry."

Opening the door, Shangguan Shishi squeezed in wearing pajamas. Her soft, long hair draped over her shoulders, and her snow-white neck and delicate face were illuminated by the lights, looking exceptionally pretty.

"Haha, Prime Minister Sheng is too polite! In that case, Your Highness shall graciously comply! I only wonder if we might still have the pleasure of tasting Master Chef Wen's culinary skills today?" Liu Zhang cast a meaningful smile toward Sheng Biji.

"No, you all go ahead and play! I'm tired." Ji Yunjian expressionless, her eyes filled with an unconcealable desolation.

With the infusion of capital from the Tang Corporation, Shenghe's various crises would be readily resolved, allowing it to quickly pull out of danger and return to a steady trajectory.

Behind him, two other young men of the Winged Clan also wore cold expressions, protecting the Winged Clan youth in the center as they flanked him left and right.

Thanks to the act of Mr. Su on the night Xuzhou City was breached by the Red Turban Army—where he operated under the banner of the Maitreya Cult to protect a large number of neighbors living around Mule and Horse Alley—right now, among the entire Xuzhou Red Turban forces, the Left Army's munitions workshop firmly ranked first in both scale and technical proficiency.

If Ye Feise were to die at this moment, given Qiao Waner's mindset, she would surely realize her own value, and it would take even more effort for him to subdue her.

Shen Shuyun gripped her phone, recalling that during her pregnancy, her residence abroad and prenatal checkups were all arranged by Cheng Yuesheng. He was the only person around her who was both trustworthy and informed.

Those few people who had been clamoring just moments before—not even ten minutes had passed—were already dead before Tan Tuohai, causing violent waves to churn within his heart.

The blood-red color on the blood wolves that had consumed flesh became even more vibrant. Especially the first one, whose blood-red coat was almost dripping.

Qin Yue's words were venomous indeed, striking squarely at Qin Zhiyan's sore spot—Qin Yue was now Ruan Jiaojiao's fiancé, while Ruan Jiaojiao was his aunt.

Seeing that Prince Jing's consort, Ruan Jiaojiao, was actually wearing ordinary cloth attire and following behind the physician of the Miraculous Hand Hall to learn how to identify medicinal herbs.

At this point, everyone in the arena had exhausted all their skills. Long Haochen had long since donned that terrifying suit of armor, radiating that wondrous aura.

"Hey, I haven't asked you yet—why did you insist on marrying me back then?" Ruan Jiaojiao's eyes sparkled brightly.

However, once it reached that level, it would no longer be a product issue. Even if Stardust Technology manufactured low-priced phones themselves and compressed costs to the absolute limit, they could never sell them for just three or four hundred yuan, nor would they ever do such a thing.

The sound of clashing metal was replaced by a crack of bones. Sun Wujin, soaring through the air, slammed Shi Xing against the protective barrier.

Bai Guijun gave a meaningful look to Wang Chen beside him, and the latter cast a lingering, reluctant glance at Ye Mei'er as he walked outside.

Zuo Jun glanced down at the IOU in his hand, and with a slight flick of his fingertips, the paper turned to ashes.

"Didn't you announce their exile yourself? How can you pin this on me!" Meng Huo panicked the moment he heard this.

Although Zuo Jun remained calm, Zhao Tianshui was still a fourteen-year-old boy and was already fuming with rage. When had he ever suffered such humiliation? He was about to break into curses when his father pressed heavily down on his shoulder.

Yang Bian felt that Ning Peng was a filial son, and someone so foolishly sincere could not possibly be a bad person, which filled him with profound sympathy.

Wu Xuan met my gaze, then suddenly couldn't help twitching her nose, followed by two trails of tears streaming down the corners of her eyes.

"Gurgle, gurgle..." Yang Bian and the squid-like monster traversed the thick barrier of water layers, heading straight for the bottom of the lake.

After all, the composure, self-control, and insight displayed by this so-called newcomer were entirely sufficient to qualify him for involvement in this matter.

Inside Donkey's room, Zuo Jun lay on the bed with his eyes tightly closed, covered by a thin quilt. His fair face occasionally contorted from pain, making Donkey somewhat alarmed.

"Mn, I know about this, but there's no need to worry!" Uncle Tian didn't show any surprise at Zhao Ming's words, speaking instead with complete calm.

"Then, at the auction in Azure City within the primary space previously, was the person who bought the World-Crossing Gate you?" Dongfang Ying continued to question.

Ancestor Mengtian was, after all, the lord of a major city among the five great powers, and his personal cultivation had reached the late Spirit King realm. As his words, laden with tremendous energy and might, rang out, the tens of thousands of cultivators present instantly fell silent.

As they spoke, a wisp of genuine Qi emerged from Ye Zhuo's palm. In an instant, a flash of brilliance appeared on the talisman, and its violent aura grew increasingly palpable.

Rows of new bookshelves materialized out of thin air, continuing until all the items Wang Hou had produced were properly stored away.

Hearing the other party speak with such confidence, Yun Yu felt a slight stir in his heart, but he had no intention of altering his strategy.

In a massive mountain within a medium chiliad world, a volcanic crater continuously billowed thick smoke, giving the impression of an impending eruption. Inside the volcano, a figure was surprisingly suspended, sitting cross-legged in mid-air. Its expression shifted between coldness and calmness, and its mouth opened and closed incessantly.

Hearing his words, Ji Muyu offered a cold sneer hidden beneath her veil, remaining silent without any intention of retreating.

Until the setting sun cast its glow and evening arrived, the fat man still stayed. At the dinner table, Swallow's father served the last dish, picked up his wine glass, and made a toast to me and the fat man. Before I even had time to drink, Swallow had already walked up to the table.

Xia Mingfeng heard Ji Muyu's loud shout, but by then it was already too late. His entire body paused in mid-air as a sudden sense of dread washed over him. Feeling as though he were plummeting downward, he experienced a violent drop and sensed someone grabbing him by the collar of his back, hastily hauling him back up.

She had indeed intentionally suggested that Huayi sing a tune, and she felt no guilt for it. Her bond with Huayi had long since been shattered by those few slaps. Huayi was such a brainless person that she might be discarded by Li Sheng out of boredom any day now, and she certainly had no desire to sink away into obscurity with her within these deep courtyards.

"Rat-tat-tat..." The Su family's covert guards wielded submachine guns, sweeping the room with massive firepower. Countless pieces of furniture and glass were shattered, the fragments crashing onto the floor with crisp, sharp sounds.