Chapter 42

With that, Yang Chaoran softened his tone and said, "I must apologize. My attitude just now was indeed uncalled for. This matter really has nothing to do with you, Mr. Jason, and it was kind of you to handle it personally."

Once a martial artist breaks through to the Warrior Realm, their internal vital energy clashes with the vital energy pool, causing a solidification phenomenon.

Qu Shangjin felt a sting of regret, but compared to her life, it was a small price to pay. Had that item not delayed things for even a fleeting moment, they would have been the next ones to enter the ant’s belly.

Seeing the contract, Yang Chaoran felt it was profoundly unfair. With a furrowed brow, he called for Assistant Tian.

Having spent his New Year holidays domestically before heading straight to Russia, he naturally couldn't find the time to distribute year-end bonuses or start-of-work red envelopes.

Then came the fourth, the fifth, and so on, until eighteen consecutive bolts of lightning had struck. Suddenly, the sky cleared, and the tribulation clouds vanished in an instant.

At six in the morning, dawn broke, and a golden-rimmed gate appeared in the sky. It was a real manifestation; clearly, what had been said the night before was no joke. People only had to step outside or look out their windows to see the massive gate standing there, a passage left for their evacuation.

It wasn't until Mu Lingyi sensed something amiss and pulled out a tissue to wipe her tears that she realized she had been crying.

"Waiting for my husband is my duty. If I were to shirk such a small thing, I fear I would have nothing of importance to do all day," Ding Ning replied.

I never imagined His Majesty would be so formidable. Even such complex techniques are executed better than what I practice. Could it really be that diligence can compensate for a lack of talent? While Feng Shuihan was lost in thought, Master Mei seemed unable to restrain himself any longer.

He gripped the sword and swung it a few times, feeling that it was heavier than the "Wish-Fulfilling Mandarin Duck Sword." He would need to practice his sword techniques with it again to master it fully.

When Zhao Yun heard the figure, he could not help but be shaken. They say war is like burning money, and it was true.

The East King Father immediately shook off his meditation, sweeping his divine sense across the palaces and realizing that the Demon Clan was attacking.

Therefore, to hide himself and create a path for the human race, having the artifact spirit step in was the best course of action. Even if the Heavenly Dao detected the artifact spirit, it would merely appear as if the Green Lotus spirit had escaped and merged with humanity.

Stealing a glance back, there were no bodies near the pool; it seemed the five guards had evacuated safely.

Upon reaching the entrance of the official residence, he was stopped by the guards. This was the residence of the Second Prince; did he really think he could just come and go in the middle of the night?

At this moment, the two demons who had gone to beg for wine returned. The Yellow Muntjac Demon departed, and everyone waited anxiously, hoping its mission to deliver the message would succeed.

Zhao Yun pondered extensively on how to deal with Zhang Rang. Although the eunuch had no real talent, his status was his greatest reliance—after all, Emperor Ling of Han doted on him.

Tang Zheng had anticipated that Yan Pengfei might notify the Left Chancellor, but the presence of the Right Chancellor was somewhat unexpected.

Below the mountain was a city governed by demon cultivators called Demon Pig City. Her smile grew more bewitching as she walked out the door without looking back.

Chen Yutian’s expression shifted; he noticed a strange mark in the snow, which was stained crimson. It looked as though something long and thin, like a rope, had been dragged across it.

Seeing Master Chen appear, the members of the Nine Dragon Mansion were slightly taken aback, then stepped forward one after another to pay their respects.

On the Akihabara Bar forum, the active users who had just been discussing memory cards that afternoon were suddenly drawn to the post.

Matsuda Makoto sat before his computer, his brows knitted in a tangle, sweat dripping down his forehead as he typed with his two index fingers.

Angor and Falina had met once before at a witness ceremony, where Falina had expressed curiosity about the rhythm of the ocean, stating frankly that she hoped to experience it for real if given the chance.

Whether they were willing or not, they were dragged onto the altar by the black-robed figures. Kneeling like sacrificial livestock, they awaited their fate. They did not know what was to come or what they would face, but a strange and intensely strong emotion—fear—took root in their hearts.

As for the ranking, it was similar to the Weapon Manual of Bai Xiaosheng, but it was not ranked by the weapons themselves, but by the level of each person's martial arts.

He discovered that the letter held by the Heavenly Wolf King had an envelope almost identical to the one he had received that morning.

His stagnant expression remained calm, as if he were indifferent to the arrival of death. A massive, bloodied hole pierced his body, and the surrounding snow was completely stained red.

"Did your cousin come along, too?" After venting his anger, Nan Ye sat in the pavilion, drinking tea with elegance and nobility, asking the kneeling Chu Tian in a calm, flat tone, as if everything were perfectly normal.

"What did they say?" As Mido asked this, he wondered who "they" referred to. Had he said anything?

He kissed her lips lightly with infinite tenderness and licked her furrowed brow. Yue Rong seemed to sense a different atmosphere; her body relaxed slightly, and her tightly knit brows slowly smoothed out.