46. Conqueror’s Haki: Advanced Training, Part Three

On the sacrificial altar, Zhu Shou continuously traced incantations in the air, one after another, flying toward the seventy-seven pillars.

"What did you say?!" Sibei's voice rose sharply, veins bulging on his forehead as a giant soul-斩-scythe materialized in his hand, bringing with it a simmering impulse to snap and attack.

The chairs were not made of diamonds, the tables were not of rubies, and the wood of the ceiling rafters turned out to be Hainan yellow rosewood—how utterly tacky.

I do not know whether my feelings for Gavi constitute legendary love, but I simply feel I cannot lose him, nor can I tolerate him being with anyone else. Even actions as simple as touching a face or embracing are entirely unacceptable to me.

She had foolishly believed all along that she was working exceptionally hard, thinking her lack of progress was due to innate incompetence which prevented her from executing the spell. Yet as it turned out after all this time, the most crucial element—spiritual energy—had never been channeled alongside it.

Qingjiu clutched his chest, knowing without needing to ask that a priceless treasure was sealed within her heart, for ordinary objects could never suppress the lingering influence of the Netherworld Demonic Eye. At the same time, he could not help but marvel at the man's benevolence; though the two were complete strangers, he was willing to sacrifice a precious treasure merely to preserve her life.

Presently, however, was by no means an opportune moment for close physical proximity. All too often, the hidden dangers of a campus stampede are sown in precisely this manner.

Enjoying the evening scenery of Suzhou City, Yunshu walked slowly on her way back, while Yunbao waited anxiously for her at the threshold.

Perhaps due to his connection with Lu Shen, Bai Qin would instinctively commit to memory any classical poetry containing the character "Shen" whenever he encountered it. Recalling them now, numerous verses surfaced in his mind.

The Mandarin Duck Gu insects, accumulating over time, dwelled separately upon two vines originating from the same root, gradually developing a subtle telepathic resonance between them.

Meanwhile, from the direction of the World Tree, massive forest dragons, magnificent giant eagles, and elegant hippogryphs came sweeping toward the battlefield, carrying chanters and mages upon their backs in an attempt to block the sudden onslaught of the undead army.

"We shall cross that bridge when we come to it. By the way, didn't you say you could find some simple work in this city? Take me to have a look," Yang Chi said, casting a glance at Wu Hehan.

Returning to Baisha, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. Hu Youmin and Wang Lei set about making dinner, while Wang Pengfei hurried straight into the bathroom to wash up upon entering the house.

On this joyous day of official publication, I fear that reading further might move you to tears, so I shall say no more.

"If you have something to say, just spit it out. Hesitating like this hardly suits your character," Leng Huaping teased.

Naturally, war is an evil, and Wang Chen did not advocate for warfare; hence, the Confucian classics must be rushed into active service. As for the rampant output of these ideologies, Wang Chen still intended to reject a portion of them internally. In short: others are forbidden from doing what we may; since everyone practices double standards, everything ultimately depends on whose fist is larger.

Therefore, Blind Yu was somewhat hesitant. If it truly represented the will of the interstellar alliance, he intended to pack up and flee—after all, going toe-to-toe with such a super-faction was sheer madness. But if it had nothing to do with the interstellar alliance, he could readily eliminate Dova; perhaps that was precisely what the interstellar alliance wished to see.

Naturally, Ye Hua would not allow his wife to suffer bullying in vain. If one is to serve as a tool, one must accept the despair inherent to that role; since you came here to cause trouble today, you must consider the possibility that the Sovereign himself will come to trouble you in return.

Knowing full well what they implied, Wang Chen finally twirled his goblet and said, "I cannot bring myself to trust you, nor are you willing... Does this mean our conversation is at an impasse?" Setting down his cup, Wang Chen signaled that if there was nothing to discuss, the audience was over.

Although three days were hardly sufficient to achieve complete mastery, they were at least enough to roughly organize one's thoughts.

Hearing Mu Kun's words, a chill flashed through the scout's heart, yet his resentment toward Qin Jue only intensified. As he turned to leave, his eyes blazed with fury, glaring fixedly at Qin Jue's departing figure.

Even he himself had never imagined that their relationship would progress with such astonishing swiftness. Perhaps this was the work of destiny—fate had ordained that they should appear at that spirit pool on the very same day, leaving him with no avenue of escape, and ultimately leading him here, where the gathering storm and Song Ruoshui's desperate, life-risking arrival were nothing less than a predestined blessing for them both.

Han Shu'er knew that Liu Mingxiu was attempting to make her give up, yet a subtle, enigmatic smile curved the corners of her lips. "I believe in him." As she spoke, her gaze softened noticeably.

Just how extensive was Li Nan's medical proficiency? He was merely a six-month intern—could he possibly handle a major internal medicine surgery? Li Nan harbored deep misgivings within his own heart, yet given the circumstances, he had no choice but to ride the tiger and dismount not. Regardless of whether he was capable or not, he had to grit his teeth and step forward.

At this point, Qian Ruoruo abruptly stopped speaking, loosened her grip on Jing Muxuan's collar, turned around, and sat up with proper posture.

The man beside them retreated a step and drew out his telephone, seemingly preparing to report to the "master" in earnest.

A precious yet uncharted map had always been safely tucked away in a hidden leather compartment on the inner side of Liuhu's ironwood armor. Evidently, the fair maiden had thoroughly stripped him and searched him from head to toe before discovering it.

A flash of elation swept through Wang Peng's eyes as he felt something violently pounding within his chest. His hands, pressing down upon Tian Benguang's shoulders, trembled involuntarily. "Where is she? Tell me!" His voice grew hoarse, sounding as though it emanated from a vast distance, causing Tian Benguang to feel a sudden surge of nervousness amid his astonishment.

"That... I cannot say for certain. I only hope Your Majesty might rescind the imperial decree regarding Su Lie..." Di Renjie said, though a flicker of anxiety crossed his golden-hued eyes.

"General, look! The ground and the city walls all around are beginning to repair themselves automatically!" a commoner exclaimed, raising a hand in awe.

Lacking the necessary acting skills, he was nevertheless compelled to put on a facade of supreme composure, as though he were a general masterminding strategies within a command tent to achieve victory a thousand miles away.

Following a thunderous roar akin to the wrath of the heavens, an unimaginably colossal palm slammed down upon the surface of the sea, instantly generating towering waves a hundred meters high while slaughtering countless fish and shrimp in the depths of the ocean in a single heartbeat.