Volume One, Chapter 62: The Hidden Skill Revealed

At that moment, Dao Yu and Dai Zongwei made their move. The instant they struck, it was with killing intent—two disciples from the Family Alliance collapsed to the ground before they even knew what happened. In a burst of fury, Jun Chen abruptly raised his left foot and drove it mercilessly into the man's groin, crippling him on the spot. Then, with a swift spin, he swept his right leg out, kicking the man several yards away, sending several black-clad men behind him crashing to the ground.

Fu Yuanling did not know much about alternate spaces either; she only understood that they existed independently from the ordinary world as self-contained dimensions. Of course, during the times when Sun Lijuan’s family faced hardship, Dajun’s parents had often lent their support. In truth, Sun Lijuan’s current mother was her stepmother, originally her maternal aunt.

As Chen Yan stood with his hands behind his back by the ancient river, gazing across at the wealthy scions and courtesans amid reciting poetry, a crisp voice of praise drifted up from beneath the arch of the ancient riverbank where he stood. From that point on, he became depressed and dispirited, seeking solace in drink and indulging in every vice—eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and smoking—gradually revealing his true nature.

But now Xiao Daoyun moved. He immediately drove the Heavy Spirit Jade against his opponent's magic weapon. The weapon, midway in its assault, was knocked back, but Hu Huai visibly shuddered, for he heard the sound of his treasure shattering.

"Are you following me?" Yue Beichuan’s tone carried a trace of displeasure, though in his heart, he considered Bai Luoshang a friend worth his life.

Heaven, earth, and man—these three forces allow humankind to exist between heaven and earth, to adapt to the world, and thus to stand tall. This is because people themselves possess souls derived from the heavens and the earth: the heavenly soul helps humans adapt to the sky, the earthly soul helps them adapt to the land.

The lingering notes echoed endlessly in the air. Xiao Zhou had already strode away, leaving behind the empress, Yao Lu, and myself in a silence as deep as death.

Pei Zhi clenched the object in his hand. It was still warm and slightly damp with sweat—who knows how long that thankless wretch had been holding onto it.

And so, Su Lin and Cong Bingqing walked ahead, with Fang Zongyu following behind. Su Lin could feel the burning gaze fixed on his back; if a stare could kill, he would have been reduced to ashes by now.

Mu Jingchen hurried after her, pushing open the bathroom door to find Wen Yi bent over the sink, retching until the world spun.

Besides, with Grandmother’s miserly ways, how could she possibly give away old clothes to anyone?

Soon after, CP9, who had been knocked out and locked in the cell earlier, was awakened by Black Widow and brought up to the deck.

Indeed, to wield power even once means to endure unending torment—it hardly seems worth it, Luo Huainan thought to herself.

She rose, not caring if her dress was torn, haphazardly pulling it on and staggering toward the door, only to be halted by a man’s words that seemed to ensnare her feet.

Thus, when forced into a desperate corner, Van der Decken VIII, who resorted to his trump card and consumed the deadly E.S. drug, became the perfect target. Yet, with his hyper-senses, he would never allow these three loyal defenders to sacrifice themselves any longer.

Clear on the power of the magic core, Zhu Qingling grew ever more admiring and grateful toward her sect leader and master.

Yet, he quickly regained composure, said nothing further, and nodded before turning to leave the command tent.

“Huh? Where did Wu Ka and Flathead go?” Ye Hesu looked around in puzzlement, unable to find them.

Entro kept up a rapid pace, weaving through the mountains with Odossius. Perhaps their formidable energy deterred all beasts, for none dared block their path.

She understood that Zhou Qiyou’s intentions were certain; otherwise, he would not have brought Wen Yan along.

Ye Hesu’s face darkened, but to verify whether it was the song that caused her popularity to surge, she resolved to test it out later.

Without further thought for her wet clothes, she squatted down immediately to check his leg.

Still, the editor’s praise spurred her on, hoping Nan Xi’an’s next submission would better suit the magazine’s style.

In this world, cultivation methods and martial techniques are ranked from lowest to highest as Yellow, Profound, Earth, Heaven, Spirit, and Divine. Each level is further divided into Lower, Middle, and Upper grades.

The hospital corridors were filled with the sharp scent of disinfectant; even sunlight could not bring warmth to the space.

He did not tell anyone about the impending disaster. After all, the Floating Empire’s officials had not released any notice, and he was not about to spread rumors. For him, the priority was to grow stronger. Only by becoming more powerful could he contribute meaningfully when the calamity arrived.

Someone had even dug up the fact that Li Shaocheng and Qin Yuhan were childhood family friends and had even dated when they were young.

That was the power of a Qi-Nurturing expert—how could she, a mere fourth-tier Body-Tempering Spirit Master, possibly withstand it?

The first flash of the blade appeared, and someone began shouting to stir the crowd’s emotions—they wanted him panicked, they wanted the Shadow Gate to draw their weapons.

Xu Shaoming descended from the sky, standing atop the golden dragon chariot “Stride Across the World,” flanked by guards and bandits from three nations.

A thunderous boom shook the sky, which trembled incessantly with terrifying magical energy. One attack from a living being and one from the Soul-Splitting Hand collided and disappeared. Of the six elders’ life-force attacks, only two remained. Likewise, the Soul-Splitting Hand had two attacks left. The two forces continued to clash.

The Dragon King’s voice once again echoed in his mind. He looked up to see the Dragon King charging at the peak Divine Realm demon.

As for those few robberies, Song Qiaoshan cared little—there were witnesses, and much of the stolen goods remained. With both evidence and testimony, it hardly mattered whether Boss Jiang confessed or not; the charge of robbery would not be shaken off, no matter how hard he tried.

Wang Xian spoke as he approached, scrutinizing closely, intent on analyzing every detail.

At dawn, I rose in haste, left my quarters, and with Ah Cai close at my heels, hurried to the Hall of Rites where Prince Yan and his men were already managing state affairs.

Hearing the soulful song, the audience snapped from their reverie, their eyes drawn to the massive screen behind Wang Huiling.

More than two thousand miles away, Murong Que let out a long breath. His team had just set foot on the first white tile.

Though she had saved Mu Yang’s life and granted him a name, how he chose to live was not for her to decide. She was happy to see him reclaim his own path.

From Zhuang Hui’s account, Xu Huaiyi grasped the gist of the events: that county magistrate, for reasons unknown, bore a grudge against the escort agency and had his men slaughter them, but one head escort escaped and returned for vengeance.