Chapter 56

"Old wretch, just you wait!" Yin Shaoxuan glanced at Huang Qing's retreating figure, let out a cold snort, and walked out of the palace.

"Entering the top five is not that easy. While he is advancing, others are advancing as well. Until the competition is over, who can know the outcome?" The old man merely smiled with an expression of utter calmness, though the occasional flash in his eyes betrayed that he was not entirely indifferent; clearly, he possessed a sense of pride.

Before he had time to take out his magical artifact, Chang Sheng saw the flying sword slash toward him and hurriedly rolled to the ground, dodging the fatal blow in a very ungraceful manner.

Who else could it be? In just these few short months, he had written dozens of letters inviting him to Thunder Fire Manor. Such determination, such an attitude of absolute resolve, was truly terrifying. Terrifying indeed. Taking advantage of the distraction, Ying Wuhuan cast a meaningful glance toward Xuan Ling.

Rong Zheng turned and left the Leisurely Elegance Courtyard, heading outside the Youtan Palace. Meanwhile, within the Clear Breeze Courtyard, chaos had already erupted.

"Just let her go. Perhaps she really can be of some help," Irelia supported her chin with her delicate hand and sighed.

As a junior playing chess with an elder, how could he not know to show some restraint? To make Elder Wang's position look so dismal—could Elder Wang possibly save face? Chen Limin could not help but remind him.

This porcelain bottle should have been white, but instead, it had turned pitch black, as if some terrifying miraculous elixir resided within it, capable of staining the white porcelain bottle black.

Feng Tian felt somewhat bewildered. Nangong Jin looked extremely serious, not as if he were joking with her. She had no choice but to nod and step aside.

Within the pale golden domain, a sudden surge of blue-and-gold rose, and the seemingly flawless domain instantly shattered, tearing open a large gap.

Han Qianqian never expected that Ye Chen would launch a sneak attack on her. Caught completely off guard, she let out a sharp, startled scream.

Such intense sorrow infected the emotions of everyone around. The entire film set fell completely silent, save for Qiao Bai's sorrowful and restrained sobbing.

"Even if we want to snatch it, we can't do it so blatantly. This is Lu Weitao's den after all. If we rob the place here, won't we just be giving others something to hold against us?" Jin Lei personally drove the vehicle away from the military camp.

Panda Eyes scattered with its paws, clutching its head as it fled. It secretly stole a glance at Bing, then shrank its neck and continued running away.

Based on his current assets and level, it would probably take him over a dozen days of busywork just to afford a machine gun.

Seeing this, Fang Rong suddenly recalled that during the dissection just now, he seemed not to have seen the monster's intestines.

Temporarily altering the contract to raise the share from eighty percent to ninety percent, Ye Chen and Huang Haoyu both looked at each other after finishing these tasks, a trace of a cold smile playing on their lips.

He carried a very distinct fragrance about him—not the scent of floral water, but rather something like mint, very refreshing. She had long since grown familiar with this scent.

"It's not unrequited love. In his heart, he desires a stable and happy life, but since he cannot provide that, he chooses to refuse!" Jian Qi sighed.

Moreover, the news of this fundraising event successfully spread overseas, making the Yanxia Medical Association renowned far and wide.

Just as the voice fell, a strange, fleeting chuckle suddenly sounded beside Su Jiujiu's ear.

She saw arms rising from the water, waving toward her, their eyes filled entirely with anticipation.

As Zhao Yunlan spoke, she looked toward the vast trellis of cucumber vines not far away, and spotted Liu Ziye, whose head was mounted with a camera, looking at her with a complex and tangled expression.

"Oh, oh, oh... already playing the protector, look at this tone of a master of the house, isn't this sister-in-law's territory?" Seeing his normally icy third brother act so protective of his wife, Xiao Mu became even more spirited.

Su Jiujiu had been living like a year for each day recently. Although her body had improved significantly under her senior brother's "careful nurturing," it came at the cost of her freedom.

"So who exactly broke you?" Ying Chengyu asked while driving, looking at Chu Qiu, who was resting his chin in thought.

The "Holy Temple of Que li"—also known as the Confucian Temple—along with Mount Longhu, Mount Wudang, and the Ancestral Temple of the Martial Sage Lord Guan, and other extremely famous, long-standing historical sites...

Xie Jin tested it out, but aside from clearly sensing the sword and its intent, nothing else seemed out of the ordinary, so he shook his head.

The Wind Demon Tiger kept uttering painful roars, its consciousness gradually fading and its aura growing increasingly weak.

Liu Weiwei wrapped her arm around Guo Zhinan's arm as they walked outside, while Jingjing followed closely behind them in silence, her head lowered.

In history, Huang Guai feigned surrender to help Zhou Yu defeat Cao Cao at the Battle of Red Cliffs, and he had always respected him deeply. Furthermore, since Huang Guai was twice his age, calling him "Brother Huang" felt inappropriate, hence the title "Senior."

Hearing someone call out to him, Bayer hurriedly halted his steps and looked toward the source of the voice, his right hand reaching into his coat, ready to draw his weapon at a moment's notice.

Uttering words against one's conscience and doing things contrary to one's heart is nothing. But I, Liu Bei, am a super warlord of a generation. If I am going to act, I must do it thoroughly! Leaving no room for retreat. Without investing heavy capital, how can one reap a full harvest?

Lu Chen was only being goofy on occasion. After all, as a host who had experienced a great deal, his mind turned quite quickly.

Xue Xin nodded, returned to his room to change into his Shinigami robes, picked up his Zanpakuto, and headed toward the squad barracks.

Ling Chen finally understood what was going on. He had originally thought that discovering Liu Zhan would at most result in a charge of intentional assault, but he never expected them to slap him directly with a murder charge.

As the spacecraft accelerated toward Mars, the bodies of the two felt as though they were pinned down by giant boulders. They crawled clumsily onto the metal floor of the cabin, exerting every ounce of strength to squeeze into their heavy space suits, before fitting the bulky fishbowl-like helmets over their heads.

"Daddy, do you and Mommy Weiwei dislike me too?" Jingjing sobbed as she lay in the crook of Guo Zhinan's arm, tilting her head up to ask.

The Buddha's light, resembling fire, blazed fiercely upon those bodies, refining away strands of demonic energy. Afterward, the flames flared up, consuming those bodies entirely.

Hoping he would be alright... Ling Li prayed silently in her heart. The reports continuously transmitted from the communicator all indicated that Luoyang, Big B, and Okasaka Hikaru had vanished as if evaporating into thin air, leaving not the slightest trace behind.

The number of javelins he could materialize was limited. Such a move definitely could not be repeated many times; if he failed to succeed with a single strike, he truly wouldn't be able to think of any good solutions for the time being.

"You carry sharp weapons. What is your purpose in coming to Xiangyang?" the middle-aged general asked. Jia Rong had fought on battlefields for many years and carried an aura of slaughter about him; Wang Yue, as a grandmaster of swordsmanship, had countless kills to his name; and Zhao Yun was a ferocious warrior of the battlefield, not to mention the others.

"Is that so? Surely it's not just these two scars on your face and hands, right?" Luoyang asked curiously.

Yet today, Wang Yifan spoke these words without any reservation. He actually felt himself unable to refute them, and instead began to gradually agree with this young man's assertions.

No matter how dilapidated or antique it might be, the predecessor of the industrial city ruins was, after all, a war factory serving interstellar warfare. One can only imagine how many supplies were stored within it.