Chapter 127: Shocking Everyone

Everyone followed the sound to look, only to see Chu Ruoyan standing on the stone steps not far away.

Dressed in white, as fragile as a willow in the wind, she wore a gentle smile, yet her eyes were like venom-tipped needles, piercing straight into Chu Yuyao’s flawless and ethereal face.

The hatred in her heart surged like a tidal wave.

After suffering endless torment in the water dungeon, she had finally found a chance to escape, only to see this bitch not only return unscathed but also accompanied by two such exceptional men.

The impermanent one, draped in a black hat and robe, knelt on the ground, trembling. Daring not to conceal anything, he recounted everything that had happened, begging the Master of the Palace for mercy.

The next second, the sturdy wardrobe door gradually cracked, finally shattering into fragments that fell to the floor, kicking up a cloud of wood shavings and dust.

"That's right, let's begin the first test now. Bring that senator over as well; I want to awaken their abilities simultaneously right here," Magneto said.

In the days of the seven kingdoms, customs varied everywhere, and the governance of each region was vastly different.

At this moment, Belinsky completed the final step, touching the foreheads of Wang Zhong and Lyudmila with fingers dipped in holy water.

Only immortals can wield Dharma treasures of the fourth to sixth grades. Each piece is of immense value, so rare that it is no exaggeration to say they are priceless.

Although she said this out loud, she knew in her heart that these words had already planted the seeds of a future falling-out within Yu Nian’s heart.

Qi Mo was no better off, breathing shallowly, his gaze deep and dark, concealing a suppressed flame beneath the surface.

As the boss, Sheng Mumu decided to go there herself to work and interact with the local colleagues for two weeks.

Belinsky stepped forward, pressing down the hand with which Wang Zhong was holding the gun, and took away the jammed weapon. "What I meant by my words just now was that this matter should be left to the Inquisition."

Adelina, sensing something amiss immediately, shrieked and instantly materialized in front of Xia Lan, the chilling aura she released instantly dispersing the pressure exerted by Daniolchen.

He led Chen Feiyang up the mountain; despite his stout frame, he was as agile as a monkey, finding it effortless to climb the steep peaks.

In reality, celebrities are not as wholesome as one might imagine. They lead extravagant lives beyond our comprehension, living in ways ordinary people cannot fathom. Some stars, due to excessive indulgence, even contracted AIDS and passed away prematurely.

However, the physique of a Wight is several times stronger than that of a Ghoul, almost exceeding the limits of humanity; for them, this tenfold gravity posed no significant obstacle.

Zhang Xian took out a chair and a teapot, using his inner energy to boil tea. In a short while, the fragrance of tea filled the air, masking the fishy odor.

Amidst the ordinary starlight, moving north and east, the traces of winter had already descended upon the earth. Crossing three thousand miles to the east, Lin'an City boasted a nightlife a hundred times more prosperous than the mountains of Heden.

"This is a 200 deposit. Once the deed is done, I will give you the other half." As she spoke, a heavy bag of gold coins appeared in Xia Lan’s hand and was placed on the table.

Today he had made this news public, and there was no telling how many young people wanted to challenge him. Winning against him would mean having the potential to issue a duel to Fang Wuming.

Although he was violent and temperamental, and although Xiahou was much weaker than Yan Chixia with no hope of ever catching up in his lifetime—Yan Chixia still did not crush him like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, but instead treated him earnestly as a rival, time and again unwilling to kill him, and always allowing himself to be found.

As soon as he said this, the forty-plus students in the audience immediately raised the paper balls in their hands and threw them at me. Seeing them like this, I was between laughter and tears. What era is this that they are still throwing paper balls? Can their techniques be any more cliché? And they have the nerve to call themselves post-90s?

She was very confused; as of now, she hadn't even caught a glimpse of the Crown Prince. To banish her for no reason—wasn't this Crown Prince being too unreasonable?

I frowned upon hearing this. It was indeed true; although the Skeleton General’s strength had not regressed, he was still not as powerful as the Three Great Giants, let alone the two Gods of the Underworld, so his magical power was indeed lacking.

Within the Yuhua Palace, a tense atmosphere spread. A heated, sword-drawn argument frightened everyone in the palace into shrinking their heads, not daring to breathe. In the grand hall, Si Tengfeng and the Empress Dowager held their own ground, the atmosphere appearing exceptionally rigid.

"Everyone stop! Drop your guns, didn't you hear me?" Zhao Sifang was obedient this time; before I could even open my mouth, he had already shouted.

The prison contained all kinds of strange torture devices, some of which even Shen Feifei had never seen before. Each tool was well-crafted and fully functional.

Duan Cheng-yu abandoned his car at the entrance of his villa and walked straight inside. Seeing his gloomy expression as he returned home so early, Wen Jianhua and the others assumed it was because Ji Keyin had been abducted by a stranger, so they hurriedly stepped forward to explain the process. But before they could even speak, they were stopped by Duan Cheng-yu.

"How could that be? Big brother, stop joking. If you have flaws, then wouldn’t the rest of us be nothing but flaws?" Wang Shouyi said.

"Don't be like that, someone is watching!" Lin Ke'er said shyly, her pretty face turning red.

After carefully sorting through his thoughts, Nie Yuansheng realized he had broken into a cold sweat in this freezing weather. He couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly: he hadn't lost his composure like this for several years. Today, he was startled into a cold sweat—was it because of Mu Biwei’s near-death experience, or because Lady He’s scheme was too vicious?

It turned out this was not just a beast head; its massive lower body was actually this ship itself. Its body descended, meeting the light in Wang Xi’s eyes until they merged completely.

At the Fengyu Pavilion, Yu Chengfeng was the Pavilion Master; at home, he was the head of the family, and the servants addressed him as "Master."

Take Bixi, for example; he had followed Zhang Haotian the longest and enjoyed boundless luck. Although his strength was not apparent, he had the potential to become a Saint.

"Is that so? Commendable courage. Since you teased us so much just now, it seems there is no need to keep you alive. Right? Qiqi, how should we kill him?" Sha Gen feigned anger, raising Birdie toward Qiqi’s talisman sword.

Murong Muyu looked at Tang Ye, somewhat dazed. Could this man truly possess the ability to bring the dead back to life?

The main branch was naturally aware of the intentions of the other eleven branches, but they were happy to see this situation. If the twelve branches were of one mind and lived in harmony, it would be the main branch that needed to worry. Besides, they weren't killing each other; it was just a struggle for resources between them. Only through competition could there be vitality.