Volume 1, Chapter 42: It Must Be Her

Without the slightest surprise, several lightning bolts suddenly appeared, yet they struck precisely in front of that horn once more. This caused a corner of Su Feng's mouth to curve upward. The 'Soul Stealer' in his hand spun gracefully before shooting fiercely toward the horn. Meanwhile, Su Feng, who had been hovering in mid-air, gripped the 'Breeze' sword and awaited the opportune moment.

Seeing Mad Tiger address the boss by his first name with zero reverence, the two men in black suits frowned, their hands instinctively reaching inside their coats to pull something out.

"Surely, after more than a year of living together, you can sense that Wei Xiao is not an ordinary person. He simply cannot integrate into life here!" His perspective, still distinct from that of his clansmen, made it impossible for him to adapt to this place.

Hearing the Seventh Prince speak in such a tone, the two men said nothing, their figures flashing and vanishing instantly. These two were Shadow Thirteen and Shadow Four, dispatched by the Emperor to protect the Seventh Prince. Bound by Shadow One's orders, they were merely acting as messengers.

Hearing this, Lin Feng neither offered a rebuttal nor showed any emotional fluctuation. He inverted the Shadow Thunder Sword before him, reaching out to stroke the blade from hilt to tip. Instantly, crackling sounds erupted continuously from the sword, growing denser and louder by the second, resembling the earth-shattering thunder of the nine heavens.

While Lady Guo in the Eastern Palace was desperately trying to persuade Princess Shengping to abandon her plan to visit Mount Li, Lu Zhi was meeting with Lu Yuanying at the Hall of Government Affairs, and Prince Tan Li Jing alongside Prince Jun Li Wei were left empty-handed outside the gates of Huaqing Palace.

She had no choice but to walk back over and shout toward the interior of the house, "Mister! Madam! What on earth is going on?" At her shout, the weeping in the inner room ceased once more.

The master and his two disciples all fell silent. After all, having spent so much time together, making the sudden decision to send them away filled Xu Jingzhi's heart with deep reluctance.

In truth, it was not only mages who needed to train their spiritual power; prophets required an equally profound reservoir of mental energy. Through formidable spiritual power, prophets could better foresee individuals and events.

"Brother Chen." Huayang suddenly remembered that Brother Chen always seemed capable of creating miracles. If he had a plan, her staying here might only get in his way, so she hesitated for a moment before walking into the woods.

Watching the unfolding battle scenes broadcasted on the screen, all the senior generals in the Dokala Base command center, along with Grand Marshal Vikas and others sitting in authority, were struck with horror.

Inside the fortification outside the yamen, Mitsuyaku Kyoji still held the telephone, recalling the words Ishihara Kenji had spoken earlier. Combined with the intelligence he had managed to acquire through special channels, he vaguely sensed that something was amiss—as if someone truly possessed the ability to foresee the future.

As for Bai Qiannuo, she simply continued sitting on the sofa, as though everything that had just happened had nothing to do with her at all.

Chen Luo and the others had just stepped into the courtyard when they heard Zhao Fa-cai ranting and raving inside the house, complaining about this and that. Yet Chen Luo felt that what he said made a great deal of sense; if everyone failed to unite at a time like this, the only ones who stood to benefit would be the developers, and regretting it later would be far too late.

The main hall of the Dao-Free Sect was in total chaos. People were issuing remote commands to pacify various regions and investigating the casualties of their own members. Some disciples had secretly slipped away to watch the battle rather than evacuating with the fleet; a nuclear bomb was detonated, and they could never return.

Maeda Masaji was both shocked and baffled, unable to understand why Mitsuyaku Kyoji had undergone such a drastic change.

This punch caused the malevolent energy within my body to loosen slightly. Exotic and mystical light flickered within the Golden-Winged Great Roc's eyes, and it seemed to notice this instantly.

The director had long since disliked her, but due to social niceties, he had no way to make a move. As a result, the adorable Zheng Yiyi delivered herself right to his doorstep, inspiring a sudden thought in the director's mind—a scheme to kill with a borrowed knife.

Xia Niannian stuffed a pillow behind her and lay comfortably on the sofa, watching Shen Xue's tearful performance.

She had anticipated long ago that the mess stirred up by Shen Lanfang and Lan Meng this time would inevitably infuriate Old Master Song.

At the same time, he saw that after the silver fan in the hand of Jiuli Xuanyang swept through the air, a cloud-like wind billowed outward and sped straight toward him, landing upon his body in the blink of an eye.

No matter how the early stages of this game are played, the late game always comes down to a single team fight. It matters not if you have a ten-thousand or twenty-thousand gold lead; losing a single team fight in the ultra-late game allows the enemy to claw back countless gold, or quite simply, end the match right then and there.

Helpless, Xia Niannian fed Xia Zinuo her cold medicine, letting her rest here while promising to pick her up upon returning from City T.

However, the situation spiraled completely beyond Henry's expectations. The riots instigated by the American sailors were not brought under control simply because they were forced back to the docks.

Leng Xuetong paid him no mind, walking straight to the edge of the road and heading toward the rear. Behind them lay the cross-river bridge, where the torrential waters of the river could be seen surging below.

She also knew that Yi Sha's current state of mind must be filled with worry and anxiety; there were far too many things, far too many aspects demanding her concern. Therefore, she herself had to project calmness, portraying someone fully capable of handling every single issue.

Because of the connections with Brother Feng and Ah Long, Causeway Bay and Tuen Mun were now considered allied forces. Even though Ah Yong was currently doing better than Ah Cheng, launching a move like this made very little sense. Yet had this Ah Cheng lost his mind? Not only did he refuse to help when Causeway Bay's brothers came to teach someone a lesson, but he actually dared to block them.

Our four great clans—the Eastern, Ximen, Sikong, and DuGu families—are known as the Four Great Clans of Chaotic Immortal City, and this reputation is not without reason. The very fact that we can bear this title stems from our ties to the inner city.

"Step aside!" Yun Fanqing's tone was icy, her gaze filled with a resolute determination that would never waver by the slightest fraction.

Had the Bodhi tree been located anywhere else, Su Yuan would have unhesitatingly dug it up to inspect and study it inch by inch. Yet now, this Bodhi tree stood right outside the dwellings of the Daoist Jieyin and his companion; how could Su Yuan dare to act rashly?

I crouched beside the grave robber's tunnel, scanning my surroundings, and discovered numerous vicious claw prints etched into the earth around the opening.

"Then why didn't he just tell us directly instead of resorting to this method?" my brother retorted.

As of now, Liuoxiao still lacked the ability to erase the Supreme Mark imprinted upon the Tuxu Ancient Sword, but sooner or later, he would reclaim it.

While terror gripped his heart, Daoist Burning Lamp's determination to kill Su Yuan only grew firmer. If Su Yuan was already this troublesome at the Golden Immortal realm, once he broke through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, he would become a terrifying enemy indeed.

"Do not be afraid, Eunuch! With Lord Su here, no demons or monsters will dare to approach," Ling'er hurried over and soothed.

From this, it was evident that Lu Ya's earlier attempt to kill Su Yuan was nothing more than a theatrical performance; he had not been genuinely angry at all.