Volume 1, Chapter 36: Then Let’s Go!

The old woman cast a single glance, and she understood exactly what was on Shang Yinqiong’s mind. "If the Crown Prince had not been sensible enough back then to grasp the importance of his studies, he would likely have been ruined. It was only because she acted so discreetly, and the Prince was too young to see through such intricate schemes, that he naturally regarded this stepmother as his own mother."

"Jian Yiyang, are you annoying or what? Are you annoying!" Chu Qi glared at him fiercely, reaching out to strike him.

"Of course! Absolute, overwhelming power allows you to defy the heavens!" the spirit of the Seven Remnant Chapters said excitedly.

If Ke Yi were to leave now, the rumors would only grow more outrageous, which would have a disastrous impact, and all his efforts would have been in vain.

In other words, he had no standing to interfere; he was merely a senior martial brother, not proper family.

Gu Tianlang also held a large bowl, shoveling food into his mouth; he hadn’t eaten much on the plane and was already famished.

That was close. Ahead, it was pitch black; if Xiling Jing hadn’t been watching carefully, his tongue might have been bitten off just now, leaving not even a scrap of wolf hair behind.

"I said it," Leng Xianning replied, her eyes unfocused as she stared at the flowers, her expression dazed. Her eyes, like obsidian, fixedly pierced through the flowers and rested on a point in the distance.

"Qingyao!" Just as Biqing was feeling suspicious, Qingyao had somehow run to Chen Yun’s side and struck up a conversation with him, causing Biqing’s face to turn icy in an instant.

Seeing Cang Lin go berserk, his cultivation level surging unexpectedly, the crowd felt a crushing pressure; even the mid-level martial artists present felt their internal energy grow chaotic.

At the same time, the elite guards of the Northern Court seized the opportunity to strike, fighting fiercely with blades and swords as they broke through the encirclement.

If he possessed the strength of the Longevity Realm, it would be one thing; by then, let alone Zhao Feixue, even if he were to claim the Empress of the Wu Dynasty and those noble consorts, he would have nothing to fear. But unfortunately, he was not there yet, and there were many things he had to consider.

What was strange was that wherever her silk ribbons drifted, several guards would convulsively collapse to the ground. After a few rounds, in the blink of an eye, all ten guards were foaming at the mouth, lying on the ground unable to move.

Watching Pei Yeling voluntarily let go, even though Rong Shaoqing was reluctant, he still reached into his pocket to take out his phone.

She and Pei Yeling acted as if they had planned it beforehand; she would deal with Ye Nanpei, while Pei Yeling would handle Qiu Xiong.

The two sides clashed with their ultimate techniques, both sides shaken, both sides forced to retreat. Suddenly, the mountains and rivers seemed to invert, and the heavens and earth wept together! The Ghost Colt suffered another powerful impact, its injuries worsening. Zangyue Yaohua seized the moment; with a flash in her eyes, the demon blade struck with lightning speed.

She actually shed tears. Sheng Mingzhu was startled by her own acting. Since she had already begun to play the part, she might as well play it beautifully.

Originally, Qiu Xiong was a mere mortal, and Pei Yeling had not been using her full strength against him. However, he had been aiming for her life with every strike; had it been the old her, she would have died countless times over.

Sure enough, An Shili’s grandfather, known as the most gifted genius since the founding of the An family, had finally made a breakthrough in his research into the Great Soul Hand.

This was the greatest source of guilt, for even if Zhuo Lexuan were still alive, such harm might be even more painful than killing her.

There is a vast difference in a demonic beast's strength between its human form and its true form; only by reverting to its true form can a beast unleash its most powerful techniques.

To you, reality is like a game—false, non-existent, and devoid of meaning.

"How could this be?" Hu Yu, hearing this, walked over in profound shock and sat down beside the old beggar. He still could not digest the news.

"Uncle Kim, we’re here!" At that moment, Yuri Sakazaki and Mai Shiranui came running around the corner.