Volume 1, Chapter 48: So, You Want This Prince to Fight for That Throne

At a quarter past eleven at night, as the sixth basin of hot water was brought in and replaced, Qi Xizhou finally opened his eyes.

His wheat-colored skin was flushed slightly from the heat, his brow was furrowed in a slight frown, and his lips were devoid of color.

Xu Zhiyi leaned listlessly against the rim of the wooden bathing barrel, her slender fingers poking here and prodding there.

Qi Xizhou let out a low cough, his voice heavy with profound exhaustion.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm afraid their target is Wudang! If I don't resolve this matter, I fear they will use it as a pretext to condemn Wudang. I don't want Wudang to suffer any casualties because of me!" Leng Xiaoyun said.

Therefore, only after absorbing the energy of the entire jade stone for the first time did he finally understand what the difference between an ocean and a river truly meant.

At the same time, a promotional plan, or rather, a strategy for "consumer targeting," had already been prepared.

Seeing Master Huikong's solemn expression, everyone found it inappropriate to speak. Yu Wanze stared fixedly at Qiu Canghai, yet detected no trace of anomaly in him, as if he had anticipated whatever was about to happen.

Zhou Lin let out a strange chuckle; if the other party were to know that he had been cultivating for less than a year, it would likely shock them so much their jaws would drop.

Lu Yu looked at the people around him. Since he was occupying the best spot by the campfire, he ought to tell a story—at the very least, to provide everyone with some decent entertainment before they drifted off to sleep on this long night.

Beyonce also felt she had no face left, so after conceding defeat, she cleanly and simply left the arena.

These pitch-black corpses, devoid of a single drop of moisture within them, were entirely unrecognizable. Blown by the wind, the black ash scattered in all directions, and even their bones turned to powder, drifting away haphazardly between heaven and earth.

Those masterful, exquisite lines and delicate facial features were truly enough to make one's heart skip a beat.

Taro Kameda was arrogant and overbearing, looking down on Zhou Lin with contempt as if he had him completely figured out and didn't take him seriously at all.

Over the past couple of days, this formidable man had downed several cases of beer and wept a dozen times during the night, but in the end, he had still managed to pull himself together.

After hearing these suggestions, Lu Youscai turned them over in his mind. Pondering for a moment, he spoke up.

Long before hearing the unusual commotion, Bai Shisan and the others had already dropped the lucrative prize within their grasp, leaping up to block the hallway entrance and standing by in strict readiness.

Several of the sons at home were entirely good-for-nothings; if not for Ji Huan, there was no telling into what sort of chaos this family would have fallen long ago.

Instantaneous abilities were not entirely nonexistent, but those that could be cast instantly generally lacked great power, while high-power abilities were absolutely incapable of being cast instantaneously.

For the first time in his life, he did not fly into a rage over this act of defiance. Pausing for a moment, he turned in silence and walked back into the night.

At this time, no tribal laborers had yet come to quarry the site; it was guarded solely by the most loyal and elite Spiritual Attendant Army. However, deep within the mineral deposits, shafts had already been excavated, extending far into the heart of the veins.

By now, the luxury hotel where Nangong Chu and the others were staying had already erupted into chaos, because the gunfire of the survivors in the distance and the blood-chilling, bizarre, beast-like howls emitted by countless zombies had already reached this place.

From within that deep spatial passage, fierce, violent turbulent currents of darkness surged forth with savage intensity, like the boundless, rolling hands of demonic nightmares rushing out together to ruthlessly bury the intruders right at the threshold.

He released his grip on the hand pressing down upon Bai Fuling. Without a word, Bai Fuling immediately pulled the quilt up to cover herself completely from head to toe, refusing to poke her head out again.

Blessed with the enhancement of the Green Bitch Sword, Guo Caijie's combat prowess was in no way inferior to his, and in certain aspects, she was even somewhat stronger than him.

Then, Chen Zhenhui began personally leading his infantry forward thirty paces, immediately dropping to one knee upon the ground. Raising his Chongzhen Year 22 flintlock rifle with the butt pressed against his shoulder and operating the bolt, he used the three-point-in-alignment iron sights to take aim at a Qing dynasty firearm soldier directly ahead.