Volume 1, Chapter 30: The Lip He Bit Open

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“Open up!” Crane Hateful Heaven gripped the great saber in both hands and brought it down upon the statue. The strike gathered all his strength; the blade cleaved through the air with a shrill cry.

The next moment, Lin Qingxuan and the Ancestor of Jade Void Palace had already flown into the sky, facing each other from several hundred yards away.

One had to remember that there were several thousand pigs inside. If anything went wrong, the blow would be devastating.

The instant Lin Qingxuan finally relaxed, he could no longer hold himself up. He collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Today was a grand celebration such as the Extreme North Ice Palace had rarely seen in a century. Regardless of rank, everyone gathered in the Crystal Palace for a great banquet, welcoming the return of the old palace master and celebrating the palace master’s newly adopted son.

“I don’t know. All I know is that he practices the spear. The man who used to rank second challenged him, but after only a few exchanges, he was beaten so badly that he had to lie at home for a year. Because of those injuries, he now ranks fifth.” Li Hui shrugged.

Blue Caiyi leaped to her feet, picked up Aji’s saber, and with a single stroke severed his head. Only then did she embrace Old Man Blue and burst into tears again.

Seeing that the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Sins was merely wary of Thunder Star, Di Chongxiao secretly knew that half his plan had succeeded. Forcing himself to remain conscious, he repeatedly unleashed Thunder Demon Roars to distract the enemy. Then, at the instant the divine-light threads masking the existence of the Lightning Soul Spirit Jade dissipated from exhaustion, he gave a thunderous shout and hurled the Yin-Yang Thunder Star with all his strength.

Feng Wu stared blankly for a moment. Xin Shi’s panic and fear were clearly genuine, yet she could not understand it. They had known each other for such a short time—how could he be so dependent on her? Could it truly be because she resembled the fierce mother in his memories?

That white light must have been the restriction planted in Li Fugui by his father, Li Delong. Now it had been transferred onto you.

Bone Proud Heaven and Bone Lingyue walked together to the edge of the pool. It was pitch-black within, so dark that not even the reflection of holy light could be seen.

The White Tiger Hunter and the Elven Swordsman were inside as well. Their wounds were healing, while wondrous spells silently strengthened them and the aura around them gradually rose.

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Lei Xin’nan’s parents did not move in to live with us. She was the only one who came.

Inside the room, Xia You was playing with a bow called the Sure-Hit Bow. A target stood a hundred meters behind her.

In her eyes, the beautiful Bolang Academy Festival had actually been spent working overtime. Nothing could have been worse.

Lei Xin’nan did not go out to see Luo Zhiyong off. Instead, she stood there in a daze, behaving most strangely. Her expression was exactly the same as Luo Zhiyong’s moments earlier, as though she had suffered some kind of shock.

Li Mengqi was stunned when she heard this. They had only been apart for a short while—where had Jing Ming gone to drink? And did he have acquaintances in France as well?

Apart from a few wounds that had already scabbed over, Xia You also saw a roll of bandages wrapped around the man’s chest.

The refined, middle-aged nobleman let out a cold laugh. The slender magical sword in his hand appeared soundlessly beside Al.

Her mission was to purify these evil tentacles. The largest chunk of flesh was already in her hands. Once the purification was complete, there would be nothing left for her to do.

“Hmph. It had better be so! Master, you only need to think what you want to say to me. You do not actually have to say it aloud.” The purple-eyed mysterious beast was still struggling with the fact that it had become a contracted beast, yet it did not forget to vent the grievance it had suffered earlier upon her. Its entire body lay limp on the ground, eyelids drooping.

Gu Kong was traversing the perilous mountain ranges that pierced the heavens when his heart suddenly stirred. He looked up and saw Gu Yun and Purple Ice smiling faintly at him.

Cang Jiuyao cast him a sidelong, amused glance. She did not look even remotely respectful, yet she was still imitating the way others saluted.

Blazing Flame did not hesitate. He sprang forward, seized that girl, Shi Qi, and flung her heavily backward. At the same time, a burst of chaotic light erupted around his body, blocking one of the thick roots sweeping over from the Coiling Dragon Tree.

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Just as he reached this point, the chirping of crickets sounded again. At first there were only one or two calls, seeming to come from the corpses, but then they grew more numerous—on the walls, the ground, the cavern ceiling, and the large excavator. It was as though thousands upon thousands of them were calling at once. The sound made everyone’s flesh creep, and they instinctively tightened their grips on their guns.

His commotion drew quite a few people from the imperial residence. After hearing what Mo Qianxue said, they could not help whispering among themselves.

That was the head of Xuanyuan Tianjiao, cleanly severed from his neck. It was covered in filthy blood, yet a smile still lay across his face, the corners of his mouth faintly raised, as though he had many things he wanted to tell me.

She knew what Young Master Xie was like. If he had merely exchanged a few angry words with Taoran just now, it would not have been a serious matter. Taoran was not part of the entertainment industry, after all, and unless Young Master Xie resorted to certain special methods, there was little he could do to her.

After examining it carefully, she found that the storage ring was much like her storage bracelet, little more than a portable pocket.

If the person who forged that sword knew that someone had been using a peerless blade capable of slicing through iron like mud as a wood-chopping knife, he would probably be furious enough to leap out of his coffin.

Nor could she feel any displeasure toward such a handsome and graceful man. He had even called her by name without revealing the slightest trace of murderous intent, which showed that their former relationship must have been far from shallow.

The concealed sentry on the right had not yet reacted when Chen Tianyu’s two knife-hand strikes had already struck the carotid arteries of two Blue Army soldiers, cutting off the delivery of oxygen and rendering them temporarily unconscious. He then removed their uniforms, put one set on himself, and carried the other back to the defensive line established by the Divine Sword Special Forces.

As a result, Zhang Yue was extremely unhappy. She had never seemed much like a normal girl to begin with, and now she had taken to learning scripture chanting from monks. She was also showing an increasing tendency toward workaholism. Where, then, was his happiness supposed to come from?

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