Volume One, Chapter 37: Doubts About His Origins

Aside from Yadong, another unexpected participant in the competition was Gali Luokou. Though widely considered the worst student at the Wind and Fire Academy, his performance in the tournament far exceeded everyone's expectations.

Mrs. Chen’s cheeks were swollen, and she was burning with rage, yet she did not know what else to say. She wanted to continue her tirade but feared another slap, so she could only stand there, trembling.

What disappointed Ye Bai, however, was that even after wounding his opponent, the long white hair still shielded the person’s face.

It was unclear where exactly the problem lay, and some things could not be understood merely by listening to subordinates' reports. He decided to make a trip to Hong Kong himself.

In an instant, Yadong’s body was flung ten feet through the air, crashing heavily to the ground. Six tall, imposing figures in black robes suddenly appeared, though they were not hovering by shattering the demigod domain; rather, they were using the power of magic. Vibrant purple wings of light shimmered behind them.

The prison held death-row inmates, and torture was inevitable. While not exactly a bloodbath, it was enough to leave skin torn and flesh mangled.

A shudder ran through the crowd. Once this thought took root, it filled them with terror. Although they had come to view life and death with indifference, facing death head-on made them realize just how terrifying it truly was.

Wang Mazi, refusing to believe the superstition, replied, "Dexin, you won't tell me what's going on, so if things get delayed, are you going to take the lashings for me?" With that, he prepared to step inside. Just as he lifted his foot, the soldiers who had entered moments before came rushing out, just like Li Si, and collapsed to the ground, vomiting.

As the golden light flickered, Han Xiao heard a clamor from atop the city walls. Someone shouted a reply, and moments later, the city gates groaned open. The guards personally welcomed them into Fengpo City.

Streetlights vied with one another in brilliance, and the colorful glow of sunset drifted across the town's various attractions. Workers on the night shift were busy at their posts, while people from all walks of life, weary from a day’s toil, wandered through different venues, living out the myriad expressions of human existence.

She laughed shyly, "I’ll be eighteen next year. Our neighbors are so enthusiastic; many of them are introducing me to boyfriends, including officers and officials."

The snow wolf’s blue eyes, wet nose, and gaping maw filled with ferocious teeth made it look exceptionally savage. The moment it saw Shang Haohao, it began to drool and lick its lips.

Suddenly, the air froze. The atmosphere inside the carriage turned oppressive. The man’s smiling eyes narrowed slightly.

Hong Xing could not help but look up, staring fixedly at Pu Xiao, who was not far away, imagining the future appearance of their child.

Once Pei Shiyu received the generous handout from a certain someone, she was pleased. She lowered her feet, and her short skirt once again covered her slender, fair thighs. As if nothing had happened, she maneuvered her wheelchair to catch the robot vacuum.

Only after hearing him say this was Lin Yongfang able to set her mind at ease. The subsequent conversation was much more relaxed. Like any mother, Lin Yongfang began to inquire about Na Baichuan’s family background—what his parents did for a living, how many siblings he had, and so on.

What left Gu Qianyu stunned was that she was actually clutching Xuan Zhu’s tail, the tip of which was right in front of her nose.

She felt she shouldn't have been so confrontational and angry just now. Even if she needed to refute him, she should have chosen a more peaceful way.

Feng Ziyan curled her lips and lowered her eyes, her slender, jade-like fingers lifting a teacup to her ruby lips for a delicate sip.

The next morning, Bai Yang delivered the money prepared by Ziyao to every household, asking the villagers to help expand the house, repaint the main room, and build an east wing.

Yun Ye Rong happened to know this man: Lu Jiuyi, the husband of Gan Tang and the heir to the Duke of Yan’s estate.

"Let A-Ken take care of it." A-Ken was Ji Yicheng’s personal assistant—a slightly effeminate but highly capable and handsome young man.

Originally, Gu Zheng was responsible for the grilling, but since Song Jinyu was supporting herself and Jiang Zhi, most of what he grilled ended up on Zhan Yuan’s plate.

Upon hearing that Bai Lan wanted to see their sect leader, the child cast a look of disdain, his contempt plain to see, and asked coldly.

Common anti-submarine aircraft come in two types: fixed-wing planes or helicopters. They operate from land-based airports or take off and land on surface warships to carry out their missions.

The ship of the Ogrolnar Empire was a vessel constructed purely of wind; the ever-flowing currents of air formed this miraculous craft.

"Don't lie to me again, or I'll shred you and burn you to ashes," Wang Youcheng wiped the blood from his face and strode out.

The three of them constantly darted and shifted around each other. Even as participants in the Universal Martial Arts Tournament, they were like a whirlwind of yellow sand—Qilu.

Pushing open the door, a single lamp was left on in the room. Its dim, amber light faintly illuminated the wedding dress standing in the corner and... a thin, slight bulge on the large bed.

Although the two attendants were only following orders to escort Yun Ye Rong back to the prince’s mansion, they were curious. The bolder of the two finally asked.

Yun Qimeng frowned, puzzled. "Why let them go? They... they deserve it!" That was right—as her older sister said, those who do evil deserve to be punished.