Volume One, Chapter 40: He’s Pursuing Your Wife

From the same lineage, the secret martial arts that utilize fluid combat can be utterly suppressed by the higher realms of the Blackwater True Skill, rendering the lower tiers incapable of wielding even half their strength. Yueyang gently rubbed her, and though she had been somewhat lucid, she was suddenly confused again; the sensation in his hand was exquisite, yet tinged with unfamiliarity. Who was she, really?

For those like Cangyan and Black Lake, they had once been lofty, unattainable figures. The silver bracelet on his wrist suddenly bloomed with a silver-white halo—no sound, no scent, just pure light forming a ring. In the dream realm, the young girl matched Yueyang in strength, able to wield the dual powers of ice and fire, proving Yueyang’s own potential yet to be realized.

Alas, this was nothing more than the dying struggle of the Frost Beast, entirely unable to threaten Wang Chen. Su Ye suddenly displayed her spatial traversal abilities, and the terrifying power that burst forth from her two fingers made Lingxu’s pupils contract sharply.

When running errands for His Majesty, she sometimes stayed in Faerun’s taverns, where the incessantly chattering bards sang strange verses. At such times, she would usually shut herself off from these noises, letting them fade away. Fairy tales? Just stories for children—quite apt.

With this thought, Wang Chen ignored the anxious black-robed figure and turned into his own quarters. The crimson eye shot forth a fierce flash, dispersing in the air and lighting up the sky, as if slicing space into fragments. From the fissures carved by the light, hundreds of winged demons poured out, swooping down like a cloud of darkness.

It was rumored he had once served under the Ghost General, but for reasons unknown, he betrayed him and sided with the mountain ogre, Gangyan.

My brother had found my weakness, scrubbing me while shaking his head in disbelief, uttering “tsk, tsk, tsk.”

A group of a dozen or so arrived at the camp, opened the tents one by one, dragged the occupants out, and laid them in three neat rows as though they were corpses.

After several entanglements, Lan Ya leapt forward and pinned the giant devil bird, far larger than himself, to the ground. His forelegs held down its struggling body, then he bared his blood-stained teeth and bit down with a crunch.

Lan Ya’s figure did not appear in the shadows surrounded by demon hounds; instead, he passed right through the body of the Wood Ghost Elder, instantly materializing beside a particularly thick ironwood tree.

Although it wasn’t out of concern for Li Xiaoyao’s status as a thief, who would have expected that sharing roast crane would lead to a sworn brotherhood? It seemed rather hasty.

Liu Ming was stunned, then speechless. “Go tell your god—the original Liu Ming is long gone, didn’t anyone inform you?”

Cold Blood inspected the cameras outside. He didn’t mind recording everything with Qian Yin, but he cared about whose hands the footage ended up in.

Chu Yi’s lips curled into a satisfied smile, blood smeared across his mouth, lending him a seductive allure.

He had returned from the Starshine Studio already simmering with anger, then made a phone call, issuing a few commands.

Never before had he seen so many planes; fighter jets fired missiles and machine guns at the Blue Feather Soul Eagles, dozens of which were shot down.

We sought both wealth and the roots of the magicians. Step by step, we built today’s powerful Council of Artifice that you now see.

If Nie Tusheng and Chen Yu were to battle now, it would only waste strength and leave one disadvantaged in the upcoming competition. Nie Tusheng surely wasn’t so foolish.

“To hell with it, I won’t suffer alongside you anymore!” With that, Bai Sheng leapt into Kaixin’s arms.

In the crimson flames, tens of thousands of beasts stampeded in a single direction. The Godblade of Bloodfire, interwoven with the roars of myriad beasts, struck at the rapidly descending shadow.

Jiang Chen’s Three-Origin Annihilation Fist scattered all the monsters; with one punch, he sent away three figures, the dark ghostly aura dissipating.

Li Yujun glanced at the poisonous circle, which was shrinking again. Unbeknownst to them, the group had fought for over ten minutes.

Sidal still recalled that, in the mysterious research institute, the test data for those two was extraordinary—one hundred meters in less than a second, strength in the tens of tons, and the steel claws in their hands easily sliced through tank armor.

“All right, go ahead.” Jiang Jinjiu sighed and shook his head. He understood Long Dadan’s situation well; whatever choice he made now would be irresponsible both to himself and to others.

Of course, there were always a few reckless explorers, fearless as newborn calves, who kept plunging into the mountain ravines.

A streak of spiritual energy appeared in Lu You’s hand, and in the next moment, it split into countless strands, each as fine as a hair, penetrating directly into the silver needles.

Mu Anle could tell from Leng Yue’s face that she was extremely serious. Her gaze was sharp, and her hands gripped the lunchbox tightly—not a joke.

This fellow was none other than Li Zong, the one who schemed against me—my third grandfather, Li Zhenye.

But before I could reach my designated spot, Zhang Renjie shouted again in annoyance.

In Yuan Lingchen’s eyes, Yuan Baozhu’s illness was not severe; though it seemed perilous, it was actually not a major problem.

Decades ago, Lu You had come here to pay homage to Diao Chan. Returning now, the entire Yuetai Town had changed greatly, filling him with nostalgia.

Ajiu looked suspiciously at the cloth bundle on the tray. Upon opening it, she found a brand-new set of deep purple brocade robes, including inner and outer garments and a fox-fur cloak. She was touched and wondered if Qi Yao had noticed something amiss, hence the gift of new clothes.