Chapter 55

Upon hearing this, everyone naturally found it to be extremely reasonable. Their inner fears dissipated, and they began to wait patiently.

The primeval laws of time and space represent the forward direction and the center of space—moving eternally forward toward an eternal destination. Yet, beyond the primeval laws, all things possess a cycle of reincarnation: worlds, lives, and all living creatures. Even the most supreme beings, if they fail to transcend, are bound to face a day of reincarnation.

Hearing his words, the crowd immediately took action. Using giant fans materialized from spiritual energy, they blew the thick smoke directly into the five-meter-high cave, then stood ready with their weapons, waiting for the tiger bees to emerge.

Having suffered such a massive blow for the very first time, Zhang Biao cried out, "Do you even know who my cousin is? How dare you hit me! Just you wait, you'll pay for this!" he yelled in utter exasperation, struggling mightily to get back up from the ground.

Zheng Chenheng, Zheng Chenheng! I never imagined you could be so cold-blooded, actually turning a blind eye and leaving Lin Yuan to fend for himself! Even if he means nothing to you, he is still my friend—how could you just stand by and do nothing?

The Fire Lin Sword, which originally carried an endless baleful aura, was now shrouded in a faint golden glow. From its outward appearance, one could never tell that these two swords possessed the most powerful killing and conquering might in this primordial world.

He prepared a lavish banquet to welcome Ning Xiu, and seeing him arrive, immediately stepped forward with warm enthusiasm.

Nangong Yunyao also looked out into the distance, seeing the boundless desert that reminded him once again of the scenes back in the Elephant Plains.

Li Xianyi didn't actually chase after him determinedly to beat Li Xiaoxiao up, but his face had turned extremely dark. Who on earth did this kid learn this from? This fellow seemed to be getting awfully close to Lu Shu?

As Gong Shaoxie closed the door behind him and prepared to look for Xia Fangyuan elsewhere, a familiar melody drifted vaguely into his ears.

Lin Xiaoxiao had already inspected that house. When the Xu family's neighborhood underwent demolition, it was worth a little over fifty thousand yuan. If she could secure a double share, she would easily get at least another ten thousand-plus yuan on top of that.

Although she spoke with humble and pleasant-sounding words, the gloating and mockery in Madam Qian's expression and tone were impossible to conceal.

Ziyi reacted relatively quickly. She immediately recalled the rumors spread by Jun Wugou a few days ago. In just two days, those rumors had spread across the entire Shengjing at an eerie speed, and behind all this was the shadow of Jun Yusheng, the son of the uncle standing right before her. Her initial confusion over his awkwardness vanished instantly. She cast a swift, guarded glance at him.

How formidable is the Earthly Concealment True Fire? Even though this blade had been refined by him for several millennia, it was struggling to withstand the continuous, intense searing.

As the weather gradually turned cooler, by late September, Lin Xiaoxiao and Su Qingyu headed to the Conservatory of Music once again—this time for their grading examinations.

As it turned out, upon arriving at Kielce and understanding the latest situation, Aquila immediately issued an order: recall the cavalry sent by Barus to harass the Gothic main army along the way, leaving behind only reconnaissance troops to tail and monitor them. This left Barus somewhat baffled as to Aquila's true intentions, prompting him to come and question him directly.

Nangong Qingquan swept his gaze across everyone present, his expression resolute, his voice ringing out clearly, and a smile reaching straight to the depths of his eyes.

"Mr. Hong, please do not lose your temper. The injuries sustained by your subordinates are of no major concern; I will send someone to handle them. You must remember, dealing with Xiao Ming is our ultimate objective." Dark Dragon stood up, walked over to the desk, righted a toppled wine glass, and poured a cup for Hong Zhenshan.

"Ah, good. Then, Kotori, what would you like to ride next?" Having thoroughly enjoyed the giant drop tower, Itsuka Shido held Tohka Kotori's hand as they walked forward, casually asking the question.

Aunt Qin burst into loud sobs. Ever since she entered the Yuan residence, she had never been bullied in such a manner. Even though Madam Wei harbored deep resentment toward her, they had always maintained a polite facade in public.

The beings of the Six Paths Reincarnation Realm are no weaker than anyone else! If so, how were they defeated back then, constantly crushed in battle after battle, until finally even the Six Paths Reincarnation was destroyed, leaving only two of the six worlds they once relied upon for survival?

Amidst a series of earth-shaking roars, the monarch was once again blasted flying backward. Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth as he shattered the void, collapsed mountain ranges, and crashed heavily into the distance.

Now that both Wenren Qianqiu and Li Yuanqi had been captured, Qin Yi had absolute victory firmly in his grasp.

Furthermore, there was no one else here, and it bore no discernible connection to the urgent matters weighing on his mind.

Besides, he was the Mandate Demon Emperor—destined by fate and undefeated through the ages. His dignity would never permit him to flee.

Just as Ye Fan was pondering inwardly, the giant pyres of serpents, now left without a master by their side, grew increasingly frantic and agitated.

If their master desired intimacy, they were also responsible for being immediately "rectified on the spot." Though they held no special status, it was still a life far above ordinary mortals.

This secret manual could rank in the top five within Solitary Boat City, and many first-rate families lacked even a middle-grade Yellow-tier martial art, which naturally attracted a great deal of covetous eyes.

At less than twenty years of age, during the battle of the Eight Hundred-Li Red River, wielding the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow, she single-handedly slaughtered thirty-three martial arts swordsmen in a single engagement, forcefully seizing the title of sixth in the world—and this was merely the conservative, baseline estimation of her combat power.

Vaguely, one could make out that the shadow wore an ancient, tattered robe with hollow eye sockets, disheveled hair draped over its shoulders, and a body completely covered in blood.

Yang Ming checked the time, nodded with satisfaction, and strolled back to his workstation with a relaxed gait.

As for smiles—he had seen far too many sarcastic and disdainful ones. It wasn't as though smiles carrying genuine warmth were completely non-existent, but they usually appeared when a trap had been meticulously laid for fools to walk right into.

Upon seeing such an image, Yang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and let out a long, heavy breath.