Chapter 128: Resonance of the Sword Stele
The tremors from the metal shard had not yet subsided when the anomaly descended. It was no longer docile; it turned scorching and manic, yearning to resonate with some higher existence. Almost simultaneously, Ye Ming’s consciousness reached out from the longsword on her back, laced with astonishment and a subtle, imperceptible tremor: "Something is wrong. The origin of my spirit body... it’s vibrating on its own, as if... being forcibly drawn into resonance by something!" Before Bai Yue’ning could investigate further, the black object in her arms—
Ever since Li Shen disappeared, the treatment of the Crown Prince’s mansion by the palace had improved significantly. It was likely an order from Emperor Li Er; otherwise, those lower down would only have sought to suppress them, and such preferential treatment would have been impossible. Anything they required was provided by the palace staff with their utmost effort.
The Gut Hunter disregarded Felt’s frantic kicking, hoisted her up, and leaped out from the encirclement of knights in a single bound.
Others turned their gazes toward him. Hao Jun felt it was no longer appropriate to avoid the subject. Furthermore, Bian Hui had already spoken to him privately earlier, indicating that this possibility existed. Playing mind games with someone as shrewd as a Bone-Man would inevitably create a rift between them, which would be detrimental to future cooperation.
The Storm Petrel’s physical movement speed remained at one kilometer per second, yet the displacement velocity displayed on the LDS indicator was equivalent to one-third the speed of light.
The snow cave was lined with tattered felt rugs, a hunting spear lying horizontally, two wolf pelts, and four hunted pheasants, all permeated with the faint, musky scent of wild beasts.
He decided to stop overthinking and focus on tamping down the concrete blocks first; it would provide a measure of safety when he needed to exert force later.
"Drive straight ahead, set the Ifrit Stargate as the navigation target, issue a docking command to the ship, and leave the rest to fate," Nathan replied.
However, the person who had arrived was still dressed in the attire of another world, and the plastic bag in their hand was filled with snacks familiar to that other world.
Attempting to employ his various methods, Xue Ning discovered that, aside from the inability to manifest his cyan alienated form, other abilities such as the Eye of Analysis, the Soul-Peering Gaze, and the Devouring Force Field remained completely unaffected.
Just as Ming Ze was lost in his wayward thoughts, a furious roar of admonition erupted from within the Weapon Tomb.
On the way to break into the prison, Zhu Qingyun had specifically insisted that we wear anti-bacterial suits, bulletproof vests, and other safety equipment, showing a level of consideration that was comprehensive and thorough.
Although Jiang Chengce was focused on driving and overtaking, the sound of Kim So-yeon’s sobbing still compelled him to glance her way. While it was a sorrowful sight, it stirred many emotions within him.
He Qingfan nodded heavily, his eyes misty as if he had missed something, struggling to maintain the image of a man.
"Find my son and bring him to the company to see me. It is time for the whole world to know that the son of Wu Lina has returned!" With those words, Wu Lina stepped into a luxury car and sped away, leaving a cloud of dust in her wake.
He Ranran smiled brilliantly, made a face at He Qingfan, and then ran off to her room to sleep.
It could be said that the Dark Dragon King’s strength was now quite formidable, barely inferior to my own. Having suffered at my hands previously, he was brimming with confidence and eager to settle the score.
Strictly speaking, however, one could not claim that this more lethal combat technique was superior; it was merely a matter of specialized expertise.
When the barbarian soldiers saw the deathly white eyes of the cavalry, they gasped in unison. The thought that these cavalrymen possessed no sense of touch led them to wonder: were they, in fact, the living dead? A chill crept up the spines of the barbarians, and as their will to fight dissolved, the situation spiraled out of control.
A mere Martial Emperor could not hope to kill him. Within Qin Hao’s world were Xu Bo and the subjugated tree-man, Qing Cang, both of whom possessed immense power.