Volume 1, Chapter 33: Liu Yan Is Beaten Again

"Tell me, is that girl, Qing Ziyan, currently with your Zither Emperor Sect?" Chu Yi asked afterward.

The two were pressed close in an embrace. As Ye Meijing spoke, Long Teng naturally saw it too. Not far ahead in the vast ocean, a few lights flickered in the darkness, swaying with the fierce wind and rising waves.

The eighteen riders stood in a solemn row, all clad in black with masks covering their faces and black scarves wrapped around their heads, revealing only their eyes. They sat astride jet-black horses nearly nine feet tall. Each wore a black cloak, carried a great bow on their back, and gripped a crescent scimitar. The blades were stained a deep, blood-red, and droplets of fresh blood fell from their tips.

"Replying to Your Majesty, Lord Wen only brought Zhang Yudai and a few others; there was no one else to escort him," Wang Jie'en replied, feeling somewhat confused as to why the Emperor was so angry.

Although he knew full well that Tan Fengyi was merely using him, he still felt an intense sense of trust toward her. It was a very strange thing.

Suddenly, a ground-shaking scream rang out. The half-orc fell backward, gasping for air, his two large palms glowing red, as if they were two pieces of white-hot iron.

Zhao Hao was stunned, but quickly reacted. Without time to think, he hurriedly took the Jin Yi Wei Commander’s token from his robe and handed it to him for inspection.

"Your Highness, shall we intervene? That formation cannot hold much longer without the black-clad man presiding over it!" asked Xiao Ling, the Lord of Kunyang City.

Seeing that reinforcements had arrived, Xi Feng felt emboldened. He moved through the battlefield like a phantom, and in an instant, he had dispatched seven Noma pharaohs.

Nan Yuheng: The son of the Emperor, frail in appearance; he watched her beauty from the shadows, his expression holding the grace of half a lifetime.

Truly, the King kept his word; bright and clear was the Zhou, and those in office were orderly. He put away his spears and shields, and stored his bows and arrows. I seek the virtuous, and throughout this Xia, the King shall truly protect it.

Although Luo Ningxue was not a newcomer, stars who had just joined Huatian Entertainment generally had to undergo some training, though the duration was shorter than that for fresh graduates.

"You are more like yourself when you talk to me like that," Shen Yin said, taking a sip of whole milk and smiling lazily.

Truth be told, if anyone else had spoken such irresponsible words to Li Yuanfang, she naturally would not have agreed with such selfish behavior according to her principles, and she would have gradually distanced herself from that person.

The Illusory Dark Underworld is located in the northern part of the Netherfall Mountain Range, but relatively speaking, its true position is in the core of the mountains, within the territory of Heaven-tier demonic beasts.

"Just arrived, came straight here. What are you doing here?" One had to know that if it weren't for something important, Chi Ying would never come to the company.

Only one priest, because he ran slowly and did not enter Chen Yang's skill range, escaped with his life.

No supernatural powers, an ordinary person, and yet in the apocalypse, she was still wearing high heels! And a dress! Did she think this was still before the end of the world?

There was no help for it; they didn't have the monstrous recovery ability that Chen Yang possessed. Without forming a team, trying to solo was essentially suicide.

Yang Zhi, however, was red with shame. He had originally wanted to secure a military position for his cousin; as long as he could build a connection with those two, he would be set for a life of luxury.

Pei Shiyin felt the urge to retreat at this moment. Her hands gently loosened from Cheng Yiben’s waist, and she slowly pulled away from his lips.

"I never follow the rules. My Imperial Father said I don't have to; I can do whatever makes me happy, and no one dares to provoke me!" Solentu tilted his head and slapped the table righteously: "No one can bully me! You bullied me and made me unhappy! I’m going to hit you!" He didn't care for that kind of attitude at all.

Zhang Mu said, "With the word of a matchmaker and the command of parents, how can one arrange things on one's own?" Just then, someone strode over and laughed heartily: "I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but the night is long and I couldn't sleep. I went to find Shiyuan but he wasn't there. I thought you might be here." The two turned their heads to see it was Lu Bu.

A flash of shock crossed Pang Tong's face. Just as he was about to give the order, he felt the ground tremble. The sound of hoofbeats thundered like the heavens, and the noise of wheels rolling over the road was just as distinct.

Even his twin brother, Shi Juexi, felt such a smile was too enchanting... it made one forget the anger they had just felt and the words they had intended to say.

"Do you not recognize me?" Sun Qian asked the gatekeeper captain. He was, after all, wearing his official robes.

Yang Han unleashed all manner of attacks, bringing forth all his sword techniques, instantly piercing through the golden firmament and shattering it. All the divine spears crumbled, turning into scattered feathers that drifted and fell.

Yang Han had a strong intuition that this heavenly art was extraordinary, far beyond his imagination. There were mysteries still waiting for him to uncover, and an immeasurable power that would slowly bloom.

Furthermore, they had compiled a montage of their past battles with Brother Ritian and posted it on major gaming forums to attract new members, promising to continue the glorious traditions of the "Tycoon Gold" guild and provide regular, generous rewards to active members.

Xu Moshen was wearing a thin shirt. His coat had been left on the bed with Tong Lexi, and he had forgotten to take it when he went to eat.

Now, not only had his cultivation returned to the ninth level of Qi Refinement, but a casual strike of his palm possessed such terrifying power. If he were to exert his full strength, wouldn't he become a formidable existence, nearly invincible at the Sea-Opening Realm, and capable of contending with ordinary elderly experts of the Soul-Forging Realm?

"Big Brother, let's leave this place. It's possible the hotel staff installed something to film us," Mo Xun'er said.

Previously, there had been no signs at all. This black mist appeared very abruptly and strangely, giving him a feeling akin to needles pricking his back—extremely dangerous. Now that the mist was hovering over Cangyuan Town, it was definitely not a good omen. The best course of action for now was to stay put and not act rashly.

One of them was not unfamiliar to Xia Bing; he was a member of the Ministry of State Security who had appeared during the previous Yang Yan police station incident.

But the moment the fine wine touched his lips, he felt as if everything around him had changed.