Chapter 115

Upon hearing that the item was edible, a glimmer of light instantly returned to the old man’s cloudy eyes.

When Qin Zheng and his party entered, the people inside cast a glance their way, though they quickly looked back to their own business.

On the tenth floor, a group of employees working late waited for the elevator, their low chatter filling the space as the car slowly descended.

She kept this from her brother, primarily out of fear that he might act rashly and follow her to say some kind of farewell.

He did not know if others had arrived here through the space-time node just as he had, but he was certain he had to find a way to return.

Zhang Ben had clearly noticed the anger on Yu Wei’s face, only to see it subside moments later. Under normal circumstances, Zhang Ben had no intention of prying into Yu Wei’s affairs; whatever concerned him, Yu Wei would share of his own accord.

Now that the lady had set her heart on him, he could not remain indifferent; he resolved to accept Lin Meng’er.

This step was truly perilous, for the boiling oil in the pot was not to be trifled with.

However, the Slay Consortium handled everything—from the production of the glass bottles and the raw materials for the wine to the entire brewing process.

"Bang!" The polished steel floor suddenly cracked open, and a surging, scorching torrent of magma erupted like a fire dragon, striking the three figures of Zheng Xingfeng, who were encased in ice.

Chu Yunduan was deeply shocked. He silently channeled the spiritual energy within his dantian and exerted sudden force with his hands, straining to grip the heavy blade until he finally brought it horizontal before his chest to examine it closely.

Accompanied by the rasping sound of claws scraping against the ground, twenty or so grotesque monsters snarled and lunged.

The Divine Selection was more like a lure, using the promise of immortality and divinity to constantly draw evolvers and superhumans into the vast cage known as the Wasteland. But what could be the true purpose behind such a design?

Upon hearing the sonar operator’s report, Lin Taizeng issued an order without a moment’s hesitation: "Left rudder, three degrees!"

"Zhishuang, if you want to cry, then cry." Shen Pojue’s voice had turned sorrowful, a far cry from the hell-raising menace he once was.

Moonlight spilled across the river. From commoners to imperial nobility, many still lined the banks this night, watching for something.

Having walked for the duration of a tea break, the Zhou family party had long since scattered and vanished. Qu Xiangfan looked around; all he could see was an empty expanse, as if he and Xiao Rang were the only two souls left in the vast Myriad Demon Valley.

Xiao Feng felt a sense of extreme resentment. Seeing his loyal core forces decimated by Xue Ning, he no longer held any hope for a successful coup; now, his only wish was to save his own life.

Bai Shaozi rarely wore such a content smile. Wu De was genuinely pleased, even if the imperial concubine was a bit dim-witted.

The middle-aged man from the Nanyue Sect was struck with sudden alarm and extreme fury. These two Chi-dragon beasts were the pride of the Nanyue Sect. Even the Sect Master usually could not bear to ride them, but to secure the treasures of the Immortal Mansion, he had released them to this man, who led hundreds of disciples to seize the spoils.

Gao Qiu was in charge of the Three Imperial Guards in the capital and was responsible for the security of this hunt. It was utterly preposterous that, with one hundred thousand guards under his command and the hunting grounds sealed off for dozens of miles, hundreds of elite assassins had managed to infiltrate and attempt an assassination.

The assassin was sent flying by a single palm strike from Wang Nu. Yet, as he drifted through the air, his eyes held a dazed, bewildered look, as if he were still questioning how he had been struck down.

Stop, stop. Tang Tang snapped her eyes open. Forget it; she had already seen everything she should and should not have.

Still, Mei Xuelian exerted such an irresistible pull on him that, despite his fear, he longed to remain by her side.

"If you lose, you are never to step foot out of the Tang Sect again." Dongfang Bubai stated his terms, his voice steady, his blade glinting with a dark, cold light.

Wang Nu was not singing, yet a melody seemed to echo in his heart.

Many teams had realized this: Sun Zhuo’s perimeter shooting was accurate, but he would never rely solely on that ability to crush an opponent. Consequently, when teams faced Sun Zhuo, they never held him in excessive dread.

He clicked on the model of the three gene chains and simulated the "embedding" of an S-rank gene fragment. He watched as the existing genes were rapidly assimilated by the S-rank fragment, transforming into a glowing, fluorescent genetic structure.

In truth, ever since the Emperor and her mistress emerged from the bedchamber, the maids had noticed the Emperor’s injury. They knew better than anyone that the wound on the Emperor’s lip had everything to do with their mistress.

Chen Liu shivered at these words and instinctively nestled into Xie Jian’s arms. She had previously looked into the Yujiulu clan and knew the name of the Yujiulu patriarch. When she first heard that Buliugu Zongyan had crushed the Rouran, she had gloated, wondering how the Yujiulu would remain so arrogant without the backing of their paternal clan.

Xie Jian scoffed, "Kong Rong claimed to be the reincarnation of Confucius, yet look how he died." A mad scholar might be tolerated, but one who is too shocking to the world will never be accepted by it.

Yang Qing instinctively met the gaze of the others, and in their eyes, he could see a shared, palpable hesitation.

The attire of the Light Rangers had been completely changed to avoid revealing their identities. To that end, they all wore broad, thin cloaks draped over their armor.