Volume 1, Chapter 61: Father and Son Turn Against Each Other

Realizing this, the Taoist in black could not help but slow down his sword momentum slightly, shrinking the sword light from over two feet to less than two feet. When wielding the sword, he prioritized his own defense, only occasionally launching offensive strikes when a pristine opportunity presented itself.

Indeed, Yang Hao's previous display had shattered the limits of human capability, seemingly treating gravity as if it were entirely nonexistent.

As for their cultivation realms... both were at the peak of the Three-Scroll True Immortal stage! They were separated from undergoing the fourth talisman-conferencing ritual by mere paper-thin distance.

Li Chengjie was stunned for a moment, feeling as though he had just stumbled into some melodramatic romance story. The suspicions he originally intended to voice regarding the gun's identity were temporarily pushed to the back of his mind.

Two days later, Xie Bin finally spoke. For the past two days, he had lain motionless in bed, so still and silent that he appeared utterly lifeless.

His physical body had already surpassed the double-supreme realm, hardening like solid rock to the extent that every blow from a blade would spark against it.

Glancing at the time, the driver recognized the urgency of the situation. The passengers on board were extremely understanding and urged the driver to rush Chu Wangshu to the examination hall immediately.

Furthermore, none of them lacked perspective; they could readily comprehend Kim Taeyeon's concerns. Now was certainly not the time for them to crowd around. In such a setting, the fewer people present, the better, even if only to preserve Jessica's dignity.

Gu Feng made a slight hand gesture, and a faint breeze stirred beneath his feet as a snow-white Husky materialized by his side.

She could still vividly recall her previous visit to the Shou'an Palace, where Empress Dowager Li had given her anything but a warm reception. Why, then, was she being treated with such lavish hospitality now? When Noble Consort Qixian gave birth to the Second Imperial Prince last year, Empress Dowager Li had been exceptionally stingy.

Controllers could project their own essence, Dao, and various insights onto divine artifacts, granting them nearly half of their own strength.

Refusing to return the betrothal gifts was already unreasonable enough, but now demanding financial compensation outright—this family was truly utterly shameless.

Since Wen Suwan was serving as a counselor for the very first time, some stubbornness on her part was entirely normal. Passion always fades away with the passage of time.

Chen Guohua then stepped forward to comfort Xizi's mother, figuring that since her son wasn't around, he would just pacify her with empty words for the time being.

Yet his physical body at present possessed merely high defense, while other aspects were not nearly as exceptional.

"I don't have much of an appetite," the Crown Prince demurred, but Prince Duan had already personally arranged the food on the table.

At the mere thought of that scene, it felt as though the person screaming in agony was himself. With trembling hands, the trusted attendant hastily concealed the silver he had scavenged from Xu Chengan's body.

The man cried out in agonizing pain, blood and tears streaming from his single eye, utterly unable to suppress the towering, despairing hatred within him.

The two exchanged more than twenty blows in this manner, drawing endless cheers of admiration from the middle-aged man standing on the sidelines.

"Very well, you have completed your mission with exceptional brilliance. Before long, the Venerable One shall summon you!" At this moment, high above the world of flowers, within the confines of a prison, numerous slaves gathered to listen to the address of a eunuch—none other than Eunuch Zhou.

Qin Zheng: "..." Staring at Xizi's pleading eyes, he was at a loss for words. Qin Xie was a singular existence of his kind; with whom was he supposed to breed? Self-division? He thought to himself: If you don't mind, I wouldn't mind offering myself to you.

Later on, the senior founding master, advanced in years, only brought up this matter to the grandmaster shortly before passing away peacefully.

Unaware of how long he had rested, he eventually dragged his exhausted frame forward, preparing to return to the prime material plane through the World Gate.

Wu You followed them to the location, only to find a middle-aged man in his late forties lying upon the bed.

Throughout the days that followed, Wu Lei and Chu Chu practiced and waited deep underground. Protected by the formidable treasures Chu Chu had brought along, they had no need to worry about their personal safety.

Mistaking a grave site or misaddressing someone was unlikely; the most probable explanation was the relocation of ancestral graves. Since burials in rural areas are traditionally earth-interments, graves sometimes have to be moved later on due to unforeseen road construction or housing developments.

Xue Huan felt that the pressure faced by the Nether Lord's Demon Clan was not particularly overwhelming, so she simply dispatched one-fifth of her forces to the Divine Realm to lend a hand to the deities of the Underworld God faction.

From his perspective, Zhou Die's proficiency in array formations, while inferior to Lin Nao's, should not lag too far behind.

"If you want to fight, go fight by yourself. I'm certainly not doing it." Rong Mo's tier was roughly on par with Ye Weishao's, both hovering around the sixth tier. How was she, a fourth-tier practitioner, supposed to play this game? Just wait around to be toyed to death?

As five figures vanished down into the manhole cover, Gu Chenxin's illusory projection grew increasingly faint. The grave returned to its ordinary appearance, and the phantom whipped up a flurry of sand and stones to form a solitary gravestone.

"Big Brother, how did your legs end up like this? Who did this to you?" Wearing slender high heels, she hurried toward Wen Ruoqian, rudely shoving Gu Qingzhou aside in the process.

Qianqiu and the others had all changed into thick cotton-padded clothes, while Wang桐 draped an additional fur shawl over his shoulders.

With Wu Ming positioned behind the colossal fist, his speech sounded truly bizarre, yet the imposing momentum he radiated carried an overwhelming sense of impending oppression.

Without a shred of hesitation, Muyang hoisted Luo Wan onto his back, followed closely by the three Pan brothers, and calmly stepped onto the arena stage.

"You didn't ask sooner, did you..." Yu Lin broke out in a cold sweat. Having the young master of the Fang family clutch one's thighs to beg for assistance was an experience not everyone could comprehend.

Mengmeng had already unzipped his tent, apparently intending to make do with it for the time being. After all, they were only staying for seven days; why bother constructing a wooden cabin?

Watching Jin Qiaoqiao's solitary figure, and noting how his colleagues would invariably point fingers and whisper behind his back wherever he went, Yi Wangxing felt a surge of secret, unadulterated delight.

Sure enough, my wound was gradually healing, and in the end, not even the slightest trace of a scar remained.