Volume 1, Chapter 30: So, It Was a Regular Customer

"Why?" Mo Kui’s body trembled uncontrollably. He felt an inexplicable sense of grievance; from Zhang Jiaming’s tone, he had gleaned information he had never before suspected.

They were the most likely culprits, yet Princess Mingyao had no evidence to arrest them. Moreover, they now held significant military power, and Princess Mingyao finally sensed an unprecedented crisis.

Lin Mo’s face was burned, as were his hands and feet. The most severe injury came from the pillar that had struck his back; he found it difficult to even stand. Yet, this physical pain paled in comparison to the trauma inflicted upon his soul.

Gu Fan stopped, stepping onto a tree trunk and looking up. The sky was a vast, cloudless azure, clear as if washed, while beneath his feet, a sea of white mist swirled around the giant tree. The closer one approached the tree, the thicker the mist became.

"Hiss," Zhan Xiu gasped in pain, his movements momentarily sluggish. Enduring the agony, he dodged and leaped, barely surviving this round of attacks.

Time was running out. The army of black ants had formed their formation and was ready to strike, yet the enemy showed no intention of engaging.

The elephant tide surged, the sound shaking the earth. The Dongyi soldiers had lost the will to fight, let alone pursue, and turned to flee wildly along the path they had come. The first to break out from the valley entrance was the pale-faced Shao Fei and the Quanyi tribe soldiers under his command.

As the words fell, boundless hostility mixed with intent and palm strikes filled the space, as if threatening to burst the entire void apart.

The evil spirit watched the golden-winged butterfly, secretly delighted. "I am a spirit soul; my ability to teleport is extraordinary. Capturing a mere butterfly—even if Si Wu is a fusion of immortal and demon, I definitely have the upper hand." The evil spirit nodded, looking at Si Wu with an air of certainty.

Xiao Jingtang paused, his brows slightly knit. He looked at her with complex eyes, secretly hoping she would speak up to help him brush it off.

Whenever there was a slight friction between them, Du Wenrou would have someone beat her. Just as Du Fuqu herself said, the blows were mostly aimed at her face, ensuring she would be unfit to be seen the next day.

In the photo, the two were walking side by side, their swinging arms making it look as though they were holding hands.

"Do you think I will believe you just because you said that?" Lu Hanguo raised an eyebrow and asked.

"You are the only one with a key to this presidential suite. We checked, and the other spare key is not at the front desk," he replied.

When Bai Lian entered, the servants who had been keeping watch withdrew, leaving the elderly couple to reminisce.

Ai Yimo shuddered and remained silent. Luo Qifeng’s suddenly softened voice filled her with an inexplicable panic.

"Get in the car." The black Maybach stopped beside her, the rear window slowly rolling down as Fan Suzhi spoke to her.

"You've worked hard lately. Coordinate well with Qifan!" Lu Zheng also gave a perfunctory smile, his lips curling in a way that didn't quite reach his eyes.

In truth, something like "transcendent sword intent" was far too high-level; those who recognized it in the entire cultivation world were few and far between.

The martial arts cultivation system: Upon completing the refining of qi, one must condense a "primal fetus" within the sea of consciousness using one's entire essence, energy, and spirit. The existence of this primal fetus allows a martial artist to store greater power within their body.

With the narrow-minded, selfish, vicious, and vengeful nature of the Ashinayuan God Clan, they would certainly exact harsh revenge on any enemy who dared to offend them. Of course, they were also inherently cowardly and shameless; once they realized their opponent was too powerful, they would immediately flee as far as possible.

"My dear boss, I think you should take a trip to New York." Mark Slant wore a kindly smile, yet still managed to be incredibly irritating.

Watching her happily count on her fingers, Wang Yang smiled, thinking rather boastfully that not all men were scoundrels.

"Uncle Kong, how about I play with you for a while?" A clear, resonant voice rang out from the seats of the supreme masters.

Upon seeing Chen Deng, Chen Gui gave his final instructions, let out a long sigh, and passed away.

Therefore, the Dark Star was not to be feared, but if they could become involved with the Yaling tribe and receive some guidance, the Tianqing Origin Academy might have a chance to rise to the next level.

Despite the help of these two "needle-poison giant thorns," M. Akapher felt himself growing weary.

For the first time, Zhou Cheng felt that the path ahead contained not only the maddening Great Dao but also potential dangers. Even so, Zhou Cheng did not doubt his own stance: to be himself, to be Zhou Cheng, to be Chinese.

A moment passed, and these divine abilities were, without exception, shattered into fragments by the Five Elements Unification spiritual pressure that the youth had placed around Liu Miao'er.

Ling Chong was intelligent and had obtained the divine sense of Zhan Qing's lifetime. She had already understood everything, but found it hard to accept for a moment. As she conversed with Yang Nan, she gradually opened her mind, revealing the true heart and insight of a cultivator.

Although Sashanawa had the urge to leave with Chu Yan, she ultimately restrained herself. It was not because she was uncomfortable living here, but because she felt safer following Chu Yan.

You Lin looked at her and whispered, afraid that if she spoke too loudly, the sub-dragons would hear and be frightened, as they were terrified of true dragons.