Chapter 34
“All those who possess innate mastery have achieved it through their own cultivation. Within a sect or a clan, there are only one or two such people, and the hidden sects will not interfere,” Du Yunfei explained calmly.
“Yes!” He considered that he wasn’t the one sneaking food, but thinking in reverse, didn’t that mean his opportunity had arrived?
The Lord of the Frozen Prison made a snap decision, hastily severing his own arm to halt the Nine Nether Underworld Fire. The severed limb was instantly consumed by flames, reduced to powdery ice crystals. With a gust of wind, the glittering shards sparkled in the air, breathtakingly beautiful.
Fang Lele squatted in astonishment, watching the two of them, realizing for the first time how well matched they were.
After hearing the entire story, even Song Mingting had to admit that the Heart-Slaying Sect had played their hand masterfully.
But such a genius, with the potential to become a future Golden Immortal, had been abruptly crippled—how could the crowd not be shocked and furious?
“Wow, Lord, you actually came back using the portal!” Nas shouted in delight as she saw Yezi walk out from the teleportation gate.
I looked anxiously at Xu Yao, who nestled beside me, wondering: Could it be that this girl just wants me to carry things for her?
Thus, after swallowing a pill, Heavenly Speech Adept’s cultivation was temporarily restored to my Dao Stage. In contrast, Master Han Chan was clearly not at his peak. Not only was he injured, but both the Moon-Swallowing Cold Toad Gu and the Phantom Silken Yin Dragon Gu carried wounds as well.
The clash of metal sounded as terrifying fist force shattered everything, dimming the brilliance of the Immortal-Slaying Spear. Ning Jiang was sent flying, spitting blood, his body nearly torn apart.
The former refers to concubines being elevated to empress through the ceremony of investiture, such as the founder conferring the title upon Lady Wang of Langya, Emperor Taizong bestowing it upon Lady Li of Longxi, and Emperor Zhenzong granting it to Lady Guo of Qin.
As night gradually descended, it seemed as if menacing tentacles emerged from the sky, manipulating everything. Yet Du Lan refused to give up, immediately ordering another round of Turko cavalry archery.
“Won’t give up till reaching the Yellow River!” Leto raised his hand, sending a brilliant blue lion charging forward, crashing through the black dragons.
Zhang Hui, feeling upset, handed her phone to Lu Fang. Seeing Zhang Hui’s aggrieved face and recalling his own excessive force, Lu Fang regained his composure and helped Zhang Hui up.
Not only him, but even those adults immobilized behind were pale with terror, clearly aware of Yan Wushuang’s existence.
She didn’t know why, but after marriage she became more reserved; the thought of meeting her third brother made her curl up, unsure where to put her hands and feet.
In this situation, an external force could instantly break the stalemate and clarify the overall situation.
Though she said so, Li Mingxin was exceptionally dependent; whenever she felt anything, she would share it with Jia Siqian. This feeling, for Mingxin, was a friendship deepened by emotion.
The speaker just now was Dongfang Can’s elder brother Dongfang Lan, who saw Dongfang Lan strike the Ming Family elder with such force that he was gravely injured and collapsed.
Wang Ke nodded happily and sat beside them. Yet, after pondering a moment, he felt something was amiss.
The scholars who attended the rally to denounce, fleeing in all directions. Many cried out for their parents, and even giants of science could not stay seated—those who wielded swords were so arrogant and lawless that, should a blade sweep through, even these venerable elders would perish.
Zhu Can clutched his chest, wanting to scold Ye Chong, but… when it came to Ye Chong, he thought better of it.
Had the mechanical lifeforms stolen it? Lin Ai’s mind flashed this thought, but immediately dismissed it; their week-long, nonstop patrol in the sky was no joke.
With that, he sat in silence, holding his breath. The old man beside him hesitated no longer, sending out a gentle energy, softly caressing Lin Yi’s head.
Jia Youfa drove his smuggled top-tier Mercedes, pondering that young people need excitement to connect. So he brought Xiao Zhengnan to this underground racetrack, hoping to give him a real thrill.
One black hole after another collapsed, gravity compressed, celestial bodies tumbled, and the powerful rhythm of a cosmic symphony swept over the human territory, extending even to the Underworld, Light Clan, and the distant Star Cosmos.
He formed a hand into a blade, slicing through subspace, moving like lightning through endless turbulence. Occasionally, he encountered subspace vessels; compared to Han Dong, they crawled like snails. Han Dong sometimes observed their internal structures—on these long interstellar journeys, romances often blossomed.
Ye Chong first went to check the temperature in the greenhouse, only to find it hadn’t reached the ideal standard. After instructing the servants maintaining the heated beds, he strolled to the forbidden garden behind the greenhouse.
Still, he felt that after unleashing so many moves, his ranking was likely secured.
She gazed at Shao Yuanfan’s pale face as he lay unconscious, a question lingering in her heart. She wasn’t sure whether to voice it, fearing that if it was just her imagination, it would be too hurtful.