Chapter 136: The Phoenix Takes Flight

The man in the black jacket blurted out, unable to keep his voice from dropping to a whisper. The scene, which had been a clear blue sea and sky only moments ago, was suddenly swallowed by dark clouds. I looked up at the sky and couldn't help but curse under my breath. "Being soaked in seawater was bad enough, but now it has to rain as well; this is truly making a difficult situation even worse," I said, licking my dry lips, my face etched with worry.

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Luo Li was particularly pleased, as this indicated that the people's level of consciousness had improved. They had moved beyond the constraints of simple barter, and further progress would soon follow.

From Huang Ming's vantage point, he could clearly see Gong Quan’s cold, sinister eyes flickering behind his dark lenses. As he scanned the surroundings, a thought flashed through his mind: now was not the time to flip the table.

Suddenly, with a sharp "rip," the Chaos-Binding Silk was forcibly torn into several pieces by the attack, slowly drifting down to the ground afterward.

These were the exact words of Shen Ze. Although they sounded plain and unremarkable—as if Shen Ze were simply expressing guilt over having sent Imperial Censor Yang to the south, where he met an accidental death—the phrases "seeking justice" and "the court cannot be thrown into chaos" stirred deep suspicions in the heart of Yang’s wife.

Sitting on the bus heading toward PJ, Xing Yue summarized his trip to the city. While it was a crushing defeat, it had ignited his inner drive to be a champion. The old man had once told him that only those who have tasted failure can truly become masters.

Beyond the reasons stated by Lu Yingquan, there was another factor: the geographical location of the Yu Kingdom aligned perfectly with the strategy Yun Yao had previously mentioned—allying with the distant while attacking the nearby.

The Fairy Sister instructed that the forging of a Profound Sword lay primarily in the treatment of the ores; only when the molten stone was forged with spiritual essence and shaped with precision could a true Profound Sword be created.

"Doesn't that make these two woolen items a tracking device? Can the instruments detect them wherever Qi Yunsheng goes?" Guan Xin tried her best not to let her voice betray her anxiety.

This blade of light carved a galaxy across the sky. Its sudden appearance caught the other Demon Emperors, including Chuantong and Xia Fei, completely off guard, leaving them frozen in place.

The massive auction house stood in the center of the entire city, its pitch-black iron walls gleaming sharply. Once inside the city, there was no need to search for it; unless one were blind, it was impossible to miss.

"Better to arrive at the perfect moment than to arrive early." Just as the two were deadlocked, a relaxed laugh rang out. Before the words had even faded, the speaker appeared—it was Ye Chen’s Holy War Avatar, holding a crimson killing sword in his hand.

I used to think it was just ordinarily disgusting, but looking back now, that scene was truly beyond measure in its repulsiveness.

As the group boarded the vehicle, the tightly shut courtyard gate opened from the inside; it was Shi Zhiyou, who had run out upon hearing the commotion.

Two warriors stepped into the arena—one wielding a new blade, the other an old-style sword used by the Imperial Guard. Within a dozen exchanges, the old-style blade snapped.

In the end, he was consumed by his emotions and roared uncontrollably at Xie Mao, who in turn gouged a hole into the softest, most vulnerable part of his heart.

Lu Huai’s gaze swept over her, seeing the redness on her slender fingers; her whitened knuckles betrayed a trace of lingering resentment.

Li Jiawei had intended to return on her own, but she considered that since Li Hao was the clan leader, his continued stay with Zhao Tie-zhu would only embolden the Li family elders, so she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

Seeing that Zhao Meng’s expression had finally returned to normal, Zhao Tie-zhu breathed a slight sigh of relief. If she had continued like that, he truly wouldn't have known how to comfort her any further.

Xie Mao and Yi Feishi were trailed by phone cameras all the way into the school, drawing stares throughout the entire campus.

"You... you were sent by the Chen family, but do you have any proof?" Su Lanyu was not about to believe this person’s words based on a one-sided claim.

Seeing Zhang Daqi muster his courage to begin negotiating the deal, Bai Jie sat down on the only ordinary sofa and watched him quietly.