Side Story 3: The Scheming Villainy and the Unseen Arrow

Unlike the other two, Beigong Wu remained calm from beginning to end, as if he had no concern whatsoever for Yang Xuan’s safety.

With that, Lin Yi’s eyes blazed with twin blue flames that pierced the void and hurtled toward Shangguan Jiao’ao with a fierce roar.

Glancing down at the bloodied hole in his chest, Wang Hailin still couldn’t fathom what weapon Yang Xuan had used to tear through his protective primal energy.

Inside the carriage, Liu Mei deliberately leaned close to Ling Yu, her body exuding a strong fragrance that kept making him want to sneeze.

There were also the Eastern Duke, Shebishi, Jiusun, Emperor Gouchen, the Twelve Sacred Generals, Ji Haoye, the Martial Demon Sovereign Li, Mo Jingcang, Xuandang, and others—more than twenty saints in total.

Neither his voice nor Ye Tianchen’s could be heard by anyone else, as both were shrouded within their true energy.

Thus, the two joined hands to open the stone box. Soon after it was unlocked, inside lay an exceptionally handsome long sword. The moment the sword was revealed, it unleashed a tremendous force, causing both men to stagger back several steps.

“I dislike trouble, but I’m not one to shy away from it!” Tian Ermiao declared resolutely.

The colossal statue known as Hua Yijian was said to be the former lord of the Underworld Palace. After his demise, the palace gradually declined.

At that moment, everyone’s faces showed envy. After all, they were all on the same level, yet Yuan was the first to reach the threshold of the Seven-Color Realm. This placed immense pressure on them.

After enduring numerous trials, the guests’ first step upon finding the signboard was not to check for supplies but to assess the difficulty of the questions inscribed on it.

Even with the power of the Supreme God, Spencer’s strength was still no match for Oliveira.

If she guessed correctly, Gu Lizhou’s path to becoming a member of the design department would not be as smooth as imagined.

Upon hearing the news, Liu Banxian grew nervous. He exchanged glances with Gouwa, both feeling an urge to flee.

Viewers in the livestream soared, first surpassing 100,000, then exceeding a million, and finally slowing down only after reaching over nine million.

Her gaze swept over the peaches before others; few had the six-thousand-year maturation, most were only three thousand years old and looked quite inferior.

Since the Shang Yang reforms, Qin had long established various laws, essentially forming a kind of “civil code,” albeit fragmented and scattered.

Though those martial masters and sorcerer immortals were powerful, they were incomparable to the present Lin Hai.

The code suddenly jumped to the core section, and the misleading code was cleverly disguised as red packets with annotations reading “useless code, for deception.”

Zhou Yu’s words struck one wave after another at their hearts, gradually lowering their guard from initial surprise to shock, many even showing shame on their faces.

When she spotted Shu Wang, a flicker of disgust flashed in her eyes. She deliberately stepped back to signal one thing clearly: to her, Shu Wang was nothing but filth.

The truth was this: my grandfather wanted to force me to change majors; my father, unwilling to see me struggle, agreed to support Xiao Boyu’s rise by taking on another project before stepping down.

In fact, others tried to implicate more princes, but Zhu Biao suppressed it, and it was dropped.

“Anyway, the goal of the media coverage has been achieved. Isn’t this why you invited the press?” Mu Jingge deliberately ignored Lin Wanyue’s fury, sipping champagne carelessly while fixating his gaze in that direction.

“You’ve made too many mistakes, accumulated too many debts. Don’t you ever consider repaying those you owe an apology to?” Qiao Chu stared at him, searching his face for a trace of remorse.

“I can’t believe that wretched woman dared to steal my man!” Han Xiaoyun pointed at Jian Han, furious.

Nie Shiying glanced back at Lin Han, then immediately unleashed a wave of energy toward the three. Lu Fang hurriedly erected a massive shield to block it but was still forced to retreat a great distance.

The sun fashioned by the King of the Golden Crow radiated warmth that comforted them all.

“Bang! Bang! Bang... Boom!” Under the tremendous impact, the maniac smashed through three massive trees the thickness of an arm and then slammed deeply into a gigantic tree before bouncing to the ground.

“Not so,” Daoist Guo said confidently. “Though I am merely a nominal priest, I have never failed once in reading faces and recognizing people.”

Undoubtedly, the frost giant dragon was a ruthless, savage creature, born for battle. As a barbaric magical beast, it was naturally bloodthirsty; nothing could survive in its domain.

About three minutes later, the transparent membrane that absorbed oxygen gradually took shape in the air, transforming from gaseous to liquid form—a liquid familiar to humans: pure water.

Boom! In the sky, the two collided, gusts scattering, energy dissipating. In their first clash, their power levels were nearly equal. Du Yun’s expression changed. Though Nie Shao seemed only level seven, he could unleash level eight energy—terrifying.

“Where on earth did this guy come from? So bizarre, utterly defying the rules of superpowers! No ability should span such a range...” The group felt a headache coming on.

“How much bounty did Hou Baoguang offer you to deal with me?” Chen Luobin’s expression was that of a thorough extortionist.

At the end of the iron chain, the massive iron spike wasn’t just embedded in the soil; it linked the thin filaments with the cocoon threads that formed the battlefield’s rules. Unless the entire spatial battlefield was destroyed, those strange threads couldn’t be severed.

“Shh!” In thought, Nico suddenly swung his dagger. This time, he didn’t pursue speed but focused all his strength into the blade, launching it with familiar precision and full force.