54 Fifty-four

Chen Zheng’s eyes were brimming with a crimson glow. His chest heaved as he drew in a deep breath, reversing his cultivation technique, and with a twist of his waist, he shifted sideways by a zhang. Stepping into the void, he abruptly transformed into a shadow and vanished without a trace.

Without a second thought, one of them turned and bolted. He swore that in all his life he had never witnessed such a terrifying gaze, nor did he ever wish to lay eyes upon it again.

The Yuan general showed no weakness, retaliating with his saber, and the two clashed fiercely in an instant. Sabers flashed and whips lashed; one possessed innate divine strength, while the other had mastered external martial arts. It was a meeting of true talents and a match of evenly matched opponents.

Therefore, disregarding the consequences of offending Jiao Hongtu, he spoke up resolutely at this moment, hoping to win the Third Princess's favor.

This game still had quite a few large-scale promotional events every year. If his schedule didn't permit it by then, he would be completely at a loss.

Everyone was well aware of the strength of this member of the Wang family; within the same realm, he might not be invincible, but he was certainly capable of standing undefeated.

"Bastard! You bastard, you're no human!" Li Yuping screamed. Yet, she was entirely unable to break free from Wang Sansi's assault, which only fueled his wicked desires further as he slapped her hard, sending her crashing to the ground.

However, not everyone held the student union president in high regard, especially scoundrels and hooligans like Qian San.

It was not just Zhong Jue alone; the other several Primordial Spirit guardians also cast unkind glances in their direction.

Liu Ye stopped in her tracks and turned to look toward the mountain gate, where quite a few local disciples had just fallen. It wasn't that she was particularly sentimental; rather, she simply didn't understand the source of the uneasy aura that Ninety-Five had mentioned.

Having used divine abilities to scout around earlier, Fahai found that the danger that had previously emerged was now completely gone.

The Black Mountain Old Demon, possessing ten thousand years of cultivation, was unexpectedly so disgusting in appearance. Fortunately, he happened to have such a unique taste.

"Do you know now why I casually played that tune and walked out of that secret room without a hitch?" Qingyue said.

This person clearly did not originate naturally as a roundworm; looking at his bloated belly, could a natural parasite ever grow to such a size?

The Left Censor-in-Chief, however, was scared out of his wits, his body trembling uncontrollably as he stumbled backward a few steps. At this moment, his legs no longer listened to him, shaking incessantly.

Then, the man lowered his gaze to look at his body, which was bound like a rice dumpling. He seemed to smile slightly, though perhaps he hadn't.

The master wielded the black Mortal Blade, named Open Gate; while the servant wielded the red Mortal Blade, named Tears.

No, this wasn't just a single evil entity. Accompanied by strange roaring sounds, Qingyue could tell that there were also some deeply cultivated spirits among them.

However, in her past life, Guan Yufei did not marry him, so he wasn't really altering her fate.

Once this scene was completed, Feng Guo was quite delighted. This impromptu addition to the plot was wonderful, especially that look in Zhang Buque's eyes just now, which greatly enhanced the integrity of the character.

"Elder Zhang, if you're going to give lectures, you don't need to go to the school; just stay with Zhengyi," Li Qingming thought for a moment and probed cautiously.

Then, putting on an extremely anxious expression, he opened the car door, started the engine, and drove away hastily. The moment I saw the bag Zhang Mu was carrying, I knew we must have found the right person! Otherwise, why would Zhang Mu buy so many medicines if not to pull the wool over people's eyes?

In a summer like this, swimming pools were also a favorite for variety shows, practically being played in every imaginable way.

Superman's abilities, even if awakened by just one more percent, could lead to a decisive outcome.

"Get lost! Go to sleep!" With that, I walked straight into my room. Lying on the bed and tossing and turning, I still couldn't fall asleep. My mind was filled with the image of Yu Dan. It wasn't even spring, so what kind of romantic nonsense was I indulging in for no reason? Thus, deep into the night, I was still lying in bed with my eyes wide open.

"Get off, we've arrived." I woke Cen Si up and pulled her off the train. "Girl, this time I'm going to show you a really good time. You should know there are still plenty of fun places in Beijing." As I pulled Cen Si through the bustling crowd at the railway station, I planned where to take her.

Everyone nodded. The jungle at night was simply too terrifying. Everyone had experienced it just last night and had no desire to endure a second night. If they couldn't find the spider assistant, they would all die here.

"We should still go back and prepare first, and this matter cannot be told to anyone else. We can only handle it ourselves, not even the girls can know," Chen Qingxin said.

"Do you remember Ye Chang'an? I wonder how he is doing now. With the competition in the Demonic Sect being so fierce, I wonder if he can bear it!" Li Xixi sighed softly, looking into Auspicious Boy's clear black-and-white eyes and breathing in the faint fragrance of pear blossoms, feeling a lingering nostalgia for Ye Chang'an.

Once they finished paying their respects, Chang Kuan weakly collapsed onto the bed, his hospital gown thoroughly soaked through.

Although the ship was large, the space was limited, and Night Qingcheng had already encountered Apothecary Xia for the second time. Yet Apothecary Xia reacted to her as a mouse would to a cat, leaving her puzzled. Could it be that Apothecary Xia already knew she had let Xia Xun handle her affairs?

They raised their rifles and charged forward, refusing to let the battalion commander fight to the death alone. Some Japanese soldiers even looked back at Oshima, puzzled as to why he lacked any fighting spirit.

They held bone swords in their hands, clearly drilling, and there were even some soldiers engaged in combat.