Volume 1, Chapter 57: An Endless Death Match

A bitter flesh ruse?
Meng Zhiyuan's heart violently twitched, and he mentally cursed the eighteen generations of Shen Ji's ancestors with frantic fury.
That damned bastard!
They had already been dragged down to such a miserable state by him, yet he still wanted to frame the Meng family for colluding with the Fire Worship Cult?
Was he truly determined to have the entire Meng family executed before he would be satisfied?
Damn him!
Shen Ji truly deserved to die!
Chen Liuqi looked at Meng Zhiyuan with a trace of sympathy, pondered for a moment, and replied somewhat uncertainly, "This... should... not be the case, right?"
Ancestor, that's quite enough!
After paying all-around attention to Mo Nan, Song Niannian became well-versed in all kinds of Honor of Kings tournaments.
Hearing Cang Lang's words, Jiang Qiaoer's gloomy mood from the early morning finally dissipated. While suppressing a yawn, she looked at the people standing and sitting around the lobby.
Deep within the blood pool, amidst the endless dark rock crevices, a nauseating stench rushed into the air, yet amidst the fading radiance, jade-white branches seemed to emerge, intertwined with a faint fragrance of rice.
It was a man, with blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing black sunglasses and black jeans, topped with a denim jacket, looking extremely casual.
Back then, her grandmother was still alive and could not tolerate her concubine-born aunt committing the act of premarital pregnancy, so a bowl of poison sent her aunt's soul to the netherworld.
Hearing Qin Sisi's words, Yu Tian exchanged a glance with Big Sword, then curiously turned her head to look at Qin Sisi.
Yu Tian deliberately avoided Ji Ke's gaze, refusing to make eye contact. Such blatant avoidance, however, only made it seem like she was trying to cover up something.
Someone as pure and unpretentious as Zhang Xian was a breath of fresh air. His fans particularly adored this trait about him.
Jiang Yunze's words provoked the remnant soul of Shirley Veil, causing her to slowly turn around and lock her gaze onto Jiang Yunze.
This hand—which had never trembled in fights, heavy labor, or even when lighting cigarettes—was now pressing against her earlobe, actually trembling. His fingertips were icy cold, and their touch against her skin made Tang Zhi shrink her neck back.
Zhang Keke blamed Lilai because the location had been suggested by Lilai, forcing the latter to take the blame entirely.
After that figure vanished from sight, Jiang Yu sighed in relief, turned around to open the door, only to find the lock jammed. The latch on the washroom door was faulty, with the lock cylinder exposed and unable to retract, so it was kept open year-round.
Gu Dongye raised an eyebrow slightly, smiling as he looked toward Lu Yang. "Our natures are different; what I'm looking at isn't a human." It's a beast.
The lifespan gap between the two is merely a millennium; by what right can the latter bear the title of longevity?
Seeing Qian Renfeng's divine body pierced by the blood-red vines, her worry was no longer masked by any pretense.
In fact, Cui Yan himself was quite helpless. Even Yuan Shao, who was at the height of his power back then, could not achieve this step after annihilating Gongsun Zan and bringing the lands of the four provinces into his grasp.
Suddenly, a pugilist shouted out, his eyes filled with sheer terror, as if he had encountered something unimaginably horrifying.
With Gu Tian's astuteness, how could he possibly disagree to such a mutually beneficial arrangement? In fact, he was more than happy to agree.
Outside the courtyard gate, a tall figure stood with hands clasped behind his back, facing away from Gu Han. Hearing the commotion behind him, the tall figure slowly turned around. He was a handsome young man, his eyes seeming to harbor dormant stars. Sweeping a glance over Gu Han, a flash of appreciation surfaced in the depths of his gaze as he spoke softly.
Just as the words fell, Dai Jing pounced onto Shen Muyu, wrapping her arms tightly around him. It startled Shen Muyu so much that he almost channeled his inner energy to block her.
Ancestor Tiangui had a vague feeling that if Yun Tian were to break through to the peak of the Heaven and Man realm, he might be able to kill him in a single encounter. Deep in his heart, he was filled with immense confusion, wondering who on earth Yun Tian was and what his true identity might be.
Vantablack looked at him and smiled, guessing that Qiu Fengluo must have recalled the humiliating memory of being mugged.
He looked not far away at Mo Wanli, who still maintained a high level of vigilance. His demeanor was filled with arrogance and anger, his deep eyes resembling a bottomless pool. He slowly pursed the corners of his lips, clenching his hands at his sides into fists, and quietly fixed his gaze on Mo Wanli.