Chapter 20

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He looked up as if to say something, but upon seeing He Qing’s face, he immediately lowered his head again. The middle-aged man, now over forty, was filled with a stifled frustration he could not put into words.

As the words of the East Sea Array Master fell, the others present wore expressions of surprise. Surpassing the contemporary White Tiger? Did that not mean he could at least unleash the power of the Void-Refining stage?

As for the underlying principles and artistic conceptions, these were things to be gradually comprehended as one’s cultivation deepened.

"This is my path, and this is my Dao. As for anything that hinders me, it will only have to answer to the sword in my hand. Now, Junior Brother Yue, if you wish to stop me, you must first get past this blade." With these words, Jiang Bukong slowly drew the long sword from his waist.

He Qing was still holding a jade bracelet when this sentence suddenly popped up from the side; had she not been battle-hardened, the bracelet might well have slipped from her hand in a start.

"Perhaps, we are simply different versions of ourselves in the same world," Quan Baolan paused, then continued.

Before long, the man seemed to lose his patience. He began to move slowly toward the spot where Ye Chen had been just moments ago, while Ye Chen, hidden in the dense forest on his flank, watched his every move.

To the side, Nangong Yun stared at Liu Yan'er’s back, the corners of her lips curling, though the smile did not reach her eyes. The light flickering in her gaze was inexplicably chilling.

Jiang Xin, a veteran heavyweight of the music industry, was even more excited upon hearing the news. He asked Lin Yuan if the song he was about to perform was a new one he had written himself, and upon receiving an affirmative reply, he grew immensely expectant.

This information and these methods of communication were only ever shared with the heads of the two families. In this instance, the shopkeeper acted as the head of the family.

Mu Yun recognized Uchiha Itachi at a glance because of the Uchiha clan crest on his attire. Moreover, in the blind spots around him, he could sense at least three individuals of Chunin level keeping watch.

Upon hearing Li Wei mention the events of those two days, Lu Jun’s expression changed; the first day he had been slapped by Liu Zhe, and the second day he had almost been force-fed to death.

"Then I suppose you wouldn’t be able to block my palm strike?" With that, he looked at Zhang Jia with a smile.

Xu Jin drove another silver needle into Wu Xing’s head. Wu Xing let out a sudden howl, as if in a death throe, and immediately began to foam violently at the mouth.

Seeing Lin Yuan persist in his stance, Director George’s face revealed an undisguised look of disappointment.

"Senju Mu Yun, you are the only bloodline inheritor to have awakened the Wood Release; a rare find indeed." With a fanatical glint in his eyes, Orochimaru strolled toward the spot where the scent of blood was thickest.

Garp spread his legs and swung his right arm backward, gripping a bomb with its safety pin already pulled. A massive amount of black Armament Haki surged and condensed on his right hand.

Ambitious as she was, how could she be content remaining in the countryside? The person she intended to topple had not yet vanished, so how could she easily admit defeat?

"His Highness Prince Li’s temper has mellowed quite a bit compared to before; I actually thought he would beat someone in the middle of the street!" The man drained his cup of tea in one go, a faint trace of disappointment in his eyes.

Having fought a series of battles just now, he might have appeared formidable, but to end the fights quickly, he had already exhausted about forty percent of his spiritual energy.

This was poking at the Empress’s vulnerabilities to wound her heart; how could the Empress be pleased? It was only because she saw things clearly that she remained composed.

However, the monk Fang very unloyally stopped in his tracks. He had no desire to follow Zhang Junjie inside to be reprimanded, preferring to loiter outside for a while longer.

"It is best that you do not. You must know that our Master possesses vast supernatural powers; if you harbor even a shred of disrespect, she will be fully aware of it. No one can hide anything from her!" A flash of contempt crossed the eyes of the man in black, yet it was tinged with immense pride.

At these words, Xia Hanqing and Wang Tiechui could not help but laugh. It was true; having been trained in debate, Wang Jinmiao certainly spoke with great authority.

In fact, shortly after the Imperial Dynasty launched an attack on the Tuo Mountain lineage, the Yao Yue Divine Sect had already received an olive branch from the Dynasty.

By this time, about the length of an incense stick had passed. Above the Flame Ganoderma, flames seemed to be constantly rising, emitting a thick, fire-attribute aura.

"Since you won't make a move, I'll go clear the path!" Suddenly, Ji Ruochu cast a sidelong glance at Chu Chen.

At this moment, she felt almost nothing of the pain. Even as she bit her lips until they were mangled and her tongue bled, she still felt no agony.

Before long, only a few people remained. Some with slightly more courage retreated a short distance, looking up to observe.

Helian Zhuzhu listened to Rose’s long-winded remarks; fortunately, she understood them. When she heard Rose refer to her as a concubine, her expression grew somewhat strained. However, she was aware that one needed to send an invitation in advance when paying a visit.

With a "bang," the sound of breaking glass echoed; the wine glass in Xiao Shaoqing’s hand had shattered into shards. He stifled the mouthful of blood surging into his throat and rose to leave the private room.

Heaven? Did it have the right to fight him? As if infected by Meng Yuxuan’s sentiments, he actually began to feel a sense of loathing toward Heaven itself.

Zhang Yang did not think much of it, recounting the process in its entirety with clear logic and coherence.

Qiao Yuan whispered softly, his eyes gentle and filled with deep affection as he looked at the beauty before him. A long while later, he slowly walked out of the palace, his thoughts drifting once more into the distance.

The three-headed golden lion, arrogant and majestic, noble and dazzling, stood there like a mountain of shimmering gold.

His subordinate immediately shut his mouth, sent Bai He off with teary eyes, and turned back to continue his miserable career as a netizen.

Upon hearing Qin Junxi’s words, Duan Yucheng immediately became dejected and slumped where he sat.

In the following three months, with no interference from Edward, Lu Yu’s Bian Que Medical Hall was finally able to open successfully.

Duan Chengtian still had an impression of Qin Junxi, as Qin Junxi had left a very deep mark on him at the time.

Listen to how he put it, as if this battle were the fault of the British. In reality, the primary reason was that Xiao Lin wanted to unify the North American continent. However, with their backs against the wall and their faction weak, Lin Man and the others could only grumble inwardly.