Chapter 61

Piccolo hurriedly asked, yet his gaze remained fiercely vigilant, locked onto the tall man standing behind Karot El.

Gao Qian raised an eyebrow. He certainly had not forgotten how stubborn she had been during the banquet that day, putting on an indifferent facade even when wronged.

Back in the Supreme Court prison, Wang Su’s arrogant demeanor clearly stemmed from the belief that Lu Xiu would not truly condone letting her be killed.

Li Chongde had been worried that his momentary lapse in composure might displease the Emperor, but he noticed the ruler was no different than usual.

"Can you stop talking nonsense? It's just superficial wounds and a broken arm, no danger to life!" The doctor in the ambulance glared at Liu Meiyu.

After the old man Song finished his introduction, he produced five yellow paper talismans. Setting them ablaze, he traced a few circles in the air above my head before tossing the burning talismans into the void.

Liang Wan quickly shook her head. "I do not know Lord Zhang at all; I simply took him for a common villain, and even now I am not certain of his identity. It was only because my lord mentioned just now that Lord Zhang's servant had seen me, that I presume it must be so."

Jenny opened her mouth, only to find that her voice had somehow become remarkably hoarse.

Thus, he could no longer worry about He Zhiran and his son standing nearby. He walked straight to the center of the nine black incense sticks thrust into the ground and began to chant the Soul-Crossing Incantation.

Just as Liu Tianhao had anticipated, these six individuals were precisely six of the Eight Fierce Generals, leaving only Zhang Liao and Zang Ba absent to make the set. However, in this lifetime, the Eight Fierce Generals would likely never be fully assembled, as Zhang Liao at least was no longer under Lü Bu’s direct command.

Accustomed to foreign etiquette, he opened his arms toward Du Yumei, intending to share an embrace. Unaccustomed to such customs, Du Yumei merely shook his hand instead, offering a poised and graceful smile.

Daoji emerged from the dark shadows. He had no need to conceal himself; as a second-tier Heavenly Realm Arhat, he had no reason to be overly intimidated by Qiao Chuqing, who was merely in the first tier of the Heavenly Realm.

With the assistance of Zuo Junlin, Elder Zheng and his son managed to cremate and bury the members of the Zheng family in less than two days. By the third day, just as they were preparing to return to Anyuan City, Zheng Tian and Young Master Yan suddenly appeared before them.

This time, Ye Juntian was truly suffering. He felt the sensations becoming increasingly wild; if this continued any longer, it would no longer be just a matter of fainting. Ye Juntian felt that if it kept up, he would likely go mad.

Xia Xingchen spoke softly. Outside the window, a fierce gale was already raging, howling like a wolf and sounding somewhat frightening. Yet inside the bedroom, warmth and tender affection filled the air.

Over a thousand years ago, Italians caught sight of Chinese noodles, and thus they invented modern pasta. Over a thousand years ago, Italians witnessed Chinese ice cream, and today they believe they invented ice cream. If some ancient Chinese person had journeyed around the world a millennium ago, who would know today?

The waters of the Yellow River merged with the flowing magma, water and fire intertwining, hissing and churning out massive billows of steam. The mist drifted like auspicious clouds, and unable to pierce the surrounding barrier of foul vapors, the steam steadily accumulated along the banks of the Yellow River before drifting toward the battlefield.

Fuyuri was instantly shaken. Although the ferocious reputation of the Hidden Mist Village was well-known throughout the shinobi world, hearing it spoken firsthand by Kannagi, one of the people involved, carried a profound impact.

In short, Chen Shaohua was completely bewildered. He had never expected his master, upon finally speaking, to broach concepts so far ahead of their time.

"Are you a relative of our family?" he asked with childish innocence, recalling that they had dined together the previous night.

Meanwhile, Jiang Fan stared at the man’s back, his brows furrowing slightly. Upon the man’s back was a terrifying tattoo of a ghost-faced spider.

The end of the tunnel opened into a spiraling stone staircase leading downward. It was pitch black inside, and even with the aid of a flashlight, visibility remained poor. Above all, the stairs wound downward in a continuous spiral, creating blind spots for the flashlight beam and making things difficult to discern.

Whether in cornering speed or the selection of racing lines, this test vehicle, the [Future-Pangu], had pushed performance to its absolute limits.

"Do you mean to say that my father is going to find the Divine Pill of Resurrection to revive my mother?" He Xiuyan asked with a sudden start, her voice filled with disbelief.

Following that, they touched upon many other topics, and the atmosphere grew quite harmonious. However, Xiao Fei’s actions instantly shattered that harmony.

Upon hearing this, the fierce bandit Zhang Han declared, "Damn bald monk, don't even think about it!" Now, Zhang Han could no longer afford to hesitate; if he could help Hongren this time, it would at least repay the life-saving grace Master Daoxin had bestowed upon him years ago.

"As long as you know!" Li Ling was not a man of many words, nor was he someone inclined to bare his soul to others, yet he genuinely cared for his subordinates.

The crucial point was that he currently held half the shares of Cui’s Catering, and Cui’s Catering posed no threat to him whatsoever.

James’s eyes blazed with ferocity as he swung his red and yellow arms. With a ferocious stomp against the stone steps in front of the villa, the steps shattered into dust amidst a thunderous roar.

Chen Jin was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected such a commentary from his maternal grandfather. Yet upon careful reflection, it was indeed the truth. Because none of his uncles had reached the pinnacle of power, they worried that after the grandfather passed away, they would face marginalization and suppression, prompting them to adopt a cautious, tight-lipped, and forbearing stance in all matters.

Beneath the waterfall, Ruoli held her longsword, her figure darting like a frightened swan. Her fluid movements possessed a unique grace, executed in one continuous, unhesitating flow.

Yet in the face of Chengyang’s words, Zhan Xiao turned pale as a sheet. He kept his mouth open for a long time without uttering a single word of retort, while deep within his heart, a bone-chilling terror began to take root.

Perhaps due to her cultivation, twelve or thirteen-year-old Shui Yiru had blossomed into an increasingly ethereal beauty over the past few years. Now, with willow-leaf eyebrows, autumn-water eyes, and an exquisite, stunning elegance, she was breathtakingly radiant.

When the dust and smoke finally settled, the ground lay utterly devastated. As for the members of the Cultivator Alliance, not a single one had survived.