Volume 1, Chapter 65: Shall We Continue?

However, he was unwilling to let go of the easy prey within his grasp, nor did he want to lose face and authority in front of his subordinates. What should he do?

Hualing already sensed something was wrong, but it was too late to withdraw. A majestic wave of true Qi collided with the Qi inside her body, and she was instantly thrown against the mountain rocks, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

It was only after a month that Chen Lian discovered something seemed amiss between Dongfang Ling and Huangfu Ji.

Wei Long’s Dao had already formed its own path and system. With the ultimate Dao capable of obliterating all phenomena, and his personal Dao faintly repelling the rules within the Yang-Polar Realm, he had reached the realm of the Dao without form.

Just at this moment, Shyvana had already turned around, and the blazing dragon breath brewing in her mouth was unleashed toward Mo Chen.

"Your Majesty, your... your humble servant's body is growing increasingly withered. I only beg to return my tired bones to my hometown in old age so I can see it one last time. As for attaining titles of nobility and serving as prime minister, your humble servant is unworthy," Wang Shichong's voice trembled, sounding as though he had been scared out of his wits.

"Then you can just wait here. I will go up myself; the nuns and old women on the mountain surely won't do anything to me..." There was not a trace of pity in Chu Xuhan's eyes; instead, she spoke as though she felt somewhat wronged.

Ruhua gritted his teeth. He had not expected the mysterious figure behind Zhao Chun to be so ruthless, demanding ten thousand liang of gold right off the bat. This was gold! An ordinary person could work for several lifetimes without eating or drinking and still not accumulate so much.

"I am only under orders to protect your safety. As for whether I can protect you or not, that is my business. If you die, the worst that happens to me is a failure of duty." Tang Ying felt that some things needed to be made clear beforehand; otherwise, Fang Jia would endlessly pester him, and his coming days would be extremely miserable.

Watching the retreating figure of Patriarch Marr, King Roland sat back in his chair with a hint of exhaustion, letting out a silent sigh in his heart. His eyes held anger—a helpless anger.

Strange, although this throne was clearly made of crystal, it felt not the least bit piercingly cold. Sitting upon it, Silver Moon felt no discomfort whatsoever.

As for Shen Yan, she wore a white down jacket and a thick scarf that concealed half her face. On her head was a knitted hat, the kind with attached hair. Since her hair was already thick to begin with, this added disguise almost completely hid her face.

Immediately afterward, Yefeng extended his other, slightly trembling hand and lifted the silk veil from Yaxue's head. Instantly, Yaxue's pretty and somewhat blushing countenance appeared before Yefeng's eyes, invisibly radiating a sacred aura.

"How did this happen? The prisoners sent over in the past were always ordinary people incapable of arousing battle Qi. How did a combat professional possessing fifth-grade battle Qi manage to sneak in this time?" First Mate Hans was still complaining.

With a restless mind, Shen Yan finally felt a slight sense of relief when she spotted her car. Having walked only a few steps toward it, the door of the vehicle parked right in front of hers suddenly swung open.

"How would I know about such things?" Garona clearly had no desire to shoulder the blame for this sort of matter.

Furthermore, the seed had taken the initiative to rescue Princess Ling, and both possessed a deep blue radiance. Perhaps Princess Ling could actually research some secret from it?

This was not the first time Qin Yuzhen had said such words to Wang Feng, and certainly not the first time Wang Feng had heard them. It was just flirtation; harsh words spoken in temper could not be taken seriously, so Wang Feng merely grinned and brushed it off.

Mu Feng’s expression flickered as he nodded and said, "So you are one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches... When do you plan to come and take my Xuanyuan Sword?" Accompanied by the final sentence was a cold mockery.

"Aren't you afraid that by offending us like this, we will go and accuse you of disrupting the peace between the Mongolian and Han peoples?" that Mongolian man said in angry embarrassment.

Just after stepping out of the valley, Chu Mo slightly furrowed his brow at the faint scent of blood lingering in the air. Walking a little further ahead, a box measuring about a foot square sat squarely in the middle of his inevitable path out of the valley.

Helan Jin’s action naturally carried the suspicion of demanding repayment through leverage; she wanted to keep them there yet could not treat them as ordinary slaves. Consequently, even if that iceberg wished to avoid her, he would be unable to do so.

After finishing, Luo Xin exchanged a glance with Tang Jian. Both saw steadfast determination in each other's eyes, and with a shared smile, they no longer feared anything.

If it were merely an error committed by the Royal Company while gathering data, that would be one thing, but judging by Henry Avery's combat experience, that was likely not the case.

"I'm going home—" On the way back home after finishing the high school entrance examinations, Xu Feng cheered uncontrollably.

Right now, the Nirvana Zen Scripture served as an advanced primordial spirit cultivation method for Chen Xiuquan. Through the power of aspiration, it could continuously strengthen and refine his soul until it became incomparably powerful.

The terrain of the Sea of Mist was complex. Although its area was not particularly vast—spanning barely a few hundred kilometers in radius—its inherent unpredictability, combined with the accumulated operations of generations of great pirates, had turned this place into a perilous hazard.

At this thought, Du Yucheng could no longer care that it was the middle of the night; he immediately got up to look for the porcelain bowl. The medicinal herbs he had been forcing to mature on hand were almost all used up. Taking advantage of the serene moonlight tonight, he needed to condense some more green liquid.