Volume 1, Chapter 34: A Single Sword Pins Xu Changqing to Defeat

"The classic trope of a hero saving a beauty?"

Ye Wuchen narrowed his eyes as he gazed at the scene not far ahead. A flash of white light descended from within the sword formation, forcing Mu Wan'er and the others to retreat repeatedly.

Emperor Xiao, who was in the middle of discussing state affairs with his ministers, fainted on the spot upon receiving the news. Eunuch De hurriedly produced a life-saving pill and fed it to him, then summoned the imperial physicians for emergency treatment. It took a long time for Emperor Murong Jing to finally regain consciousness.

Thinking of how the fat man had taken such great advantage of her, Lie Qianrou felt her fury igniting once again.

Hard work is inevitable, but if you treat it as a pastime to kill time, it becomes much easier. "Everything is marked; just pick out this portion. I'll teach you how to read it in a moment." Li Hongyuan shared something of great importance with her so easily; such trust was truly without reservation.

"If that is indeed the case, it also suggests that they have been living together in this base for a long time," Spreed analyzed thoughtfully after hearing Atlas's words.

Upon hearing this, Mu Xiaoxiao nodded as well. She had originally intended to continue strolling, but now she had no mood left for it.

The voice was all too familiar. At the very first word, Situ Ning recognized it as Yun Kuang's.

"As expected." Having just stepped out of the bath, he wore only a robe, leaning against a lounge chair draped in a black-and-silver patterned silk blanket. He pressed his fingertips to his brow, his expression indifferent.

The immense destructive power of the Mountain-Splitting Axe made it difficult for Xuan Luoli, who was suspended in mid-air, to hold his ground. Faced with such a treasure, their situation was highly unfavorable.

"Understood!" Mo Yan replied, assisted his master into the carriage, and drove toward the Great Hall of Buddha.

Xiling Mo fell silent. For the time being, she did not know the specific details of the plague and needed to consult with Prefect Liu. Moreover, the local people seemed to have a good impression of him, so his words would carry weight.

With a sharp crack, sparks showered from the crimson scales. Despite the sharpness of the Peerless Sword, it left only a white mark on the lizard monster.

His muttering reached the ears of those around him, stirring their hearts. Even the squad leader could not help but fall into deep thought.

If Zhu Tianyun were to win the gold and Chen Ding the silver, should they report only on Chen Ding? The leadership of every sports channel was racking their brains, unable to come up with a good solution.

The fat man and Meng Ying strained to keep their faces straight, their shoulders trembling slightly as they held back laughter until their faces turned purple. Could this person be any more shameless? He managed to describe womanizing as "gaining insight into local customs and traditions." Great master, could you please drop the "customs" part? Gaining insight into the "traditions" of the flesh is clearly your primary goal.

The Inner City—this was the place closest to the Imperial City. It was no longer referred to as merely an inner city but simply the Inner City. Everyone who lived here possessed an illustrious status; they were the kind of people whose slightest movement would make the entire Liang Kingdom tremble.

"But if I don't choose my maximum speed, what if I lose to Powell again?" Zhu Tianyun countered.

"No, this is the only inn here," replied Ye Bingning, rather than the innkeeper.

Faced with the burly man's strike, Zhang Yukun, having already gone through many matches, remained calm. His feet moved nimbly, and within two or three steps, he had dodged the man's full-force blow. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhang Yukun had already closed within a ten-foot radius of the giant.

Li Yun's fists radiated a hazy blood-colored light. With every punch he threw, the glow grew more intense; in only a moment, his fists resembled a pair of blood-red suns.