Volume 1, Chapter 22: The Person Inside Was Even More Shocked!

Furthermore, a duel whose outcome is already known feels all the more insipid. Although Wentian and Xicheng Xushu are currently locked in a fierce battle on the arena floor, appearing evenly matched, the Fourteenth Prince knows that there is a difference in the divine power levels between the Taixu blade and the Shennong Ruler. That is the key to victory.

Forty years have passed; while it may not seem long to a cultivator, Li Yue’er feels it has been an eternity. Her beautiful, raven-black hair dances in the wind as she gazes blankly at the stone tablet inscribed with the name "Xiangming."

Xia Nuan looks at Lu Yihan with surprise, watching as he, who had been fast asleep, slowly opens his eyes, a lazy smile gracing his stunningly handsome face.

Chen Xiu’er’s eyes light up, and she nods repeatedly; that is exactly what she meant—the Empress’s imperial physician is truly remarkable.

Shen Hao glances at Liang Yiru, only to find that the latter has already sat down, acting completely at ease. Seeing this, Shen Hao follows suit, though his heart remains filled with trepidation and anxiety.

Due to the deliberate constraints imposed by Emperor Chongming, Feng Yi’s foundation in the capital has remained very weak over these years. He seems to be quite sensitive about this himself, which is why, even now that they have reached the point of tacitly understood mutual hostility, he has yet to reveal his movements openly.

In the past, she must have been blind to have thought that Mu Ye was unique, to have loved him so devotedly and without a shred of doubt.

"Ugh... I suppose that’s true. I should have just left with Huaihuang earlier. It’s going to take quite some effort for me to make my way out of these Heiyan Mountains on my own," Xing Yi says, scratching his head in frustration.

"Do you believe me when I say I could kill her right now?" Madam Fang says, every word squeezed through gritted teeth, devoid of any hint of a joke.

"I told you, our main objective this time is to find Meng," Jiang Guang replies coldly, the irony evident at the corners of his mouth.

With ten Imperial Swords up for trade, the various factions have all brought out their treasures to barter. This has allowed the Human-Dragon clan to acquire quite a lot. The treasures the Crown Prince seeks are not among them; I fear even the Human-Dragon clan and other such races have no way of finding them. They must still be hidden in the shadows, or perhaps even in the tomb of the Black Dragon King.

At this moment, Mo Lai slowly descends to the ground from the air. His black robes flutter, and his dark hair tosses without the wind. He looks so composed that he hardly seems to have been in a battle at all, save for the blood on the sword in his hand, which proves he has indeed just fought.

She straightens up, only to see the mottled marks on her snow-white skin, which makes her feel even more ashamed and annoyed.

The group spent the whole day out, and since they had plans for the evening, they returned to the inn by the afternoon. As luck would have it, they ran into Yi Haoliang and the others again while entering.

If the balance were insufficient, it would have sent an alert, but the card reader has done nothing but emit a series of beeps, showing no other reaction.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Nan dives into the Haotian Tower, which then zooms off to land atop the Void Array guarded by the top-tier sect of the Celestial race.

An Jun raises her eyebrows slightly; she can understand her brother’s mindset, but what exactly does "urgent" mean?

An Jun is not particularly shocked, but Gong Jun, standing beside her, looks on in complete astonishment, instinctively reaching for An Jun’s phone.

Wei Yixiao is the Lord of Huangfeng City; if he can be persuaded to stay, then Huangfeng City will henceforth be a vassal to Wanxiang City.

Xiao Yimo does not go into detail. Initially, she had only intended to seek out a soul beast with a strong aura, and she could only sense it from that direction. She only knew the aura was indeed powerful; who could have guessed that what she summoned would be a big black dog?

"All I need is for you to be a bodyguard; I don't require anything else." Jiang Hao pats the leopard on the shoulder. If he were to actually hire an irresponsible person to protect someone, it would be no different than putting that person’s life in grave danger—he would be better off not hiring a bodyguard at all.

Fan Yao stares at the perfectly intact dice. He picks one up and squeezes it gently, finding it truly hard. If it were damaged, it would surely have broken under pressure. Could Brother Hao have made a mistake? But given Brother Hao’s precision, how could he have miscalculated?

"On the moon. That is where Seras is..." Seras, the one representing Pride among the Seven Kings of Jade. According to the intelligence Mei had obtained earlier, he should have already perished. There should have been nothing left on the moon.

"Damn it, the future has become unpredictable!" Qin Ge no longer has his greatest trump card. Although the powerful inertia of history means the general course of events will not change significantly, Qin Ge can no longer foresee his own fate. He is currently devoid of any real power.

Then, Wells’s assistant, Burt, explained the plan to Wins. Wins listened with a hesitant expression, but when Wells signaled for the tower-like Todd to step closer, Wins immediately nodded in agreement.

Tang Xin turns his head to gaze at the receding street scenes; it is not difficult to see the prosperity and historical depth of this modern city.

Anise seems afraid to meet his eyes and hurriedly looks down, her gaze shifting to her feet. As if remembering something, a blush creeps onto her cheeks, though her posture slowly relaxes. When she finally looks up at him, her expression is calm.

"Nani!?" An unprecedented sound of astonishment erupts from his throat; Camyu himself cannot believe that was his own voice.

"Then go and ask how many people are willing to stay. We won’t force those who don’t want to. Do you understand what I mean?" Qi Tianshou looks at Yao Guangxiao with a profound gaze.