Volume 1, Chapter 58: Over-Level Brutal Beating

Xu Xuan and Chounu met at this location. Upon receiving Chounu's reply, Xu Xuan's expression remained grave, and his heart could not find ease. Although everything that should be done had been done, the ultimate outcome remained entirely unpredictable.

"That Chu Yunshu is truly no good person, stirring up trouble like that," Ren Qing muttered with a soft, disgruntled curse.

"What did you just say?" Poison Ke, drawing a long spear, once again glared at Poison Jiang with his vertical pupils, shouting with raging fury.

Watching Le Bing turn away with a mocking curve at the corner of her lips, Le Feng wore a gloomy expression, feigning a look of utter shock and anger on the surface while secretly channeling his illusionary energy within his palms.

What could possibly be his reason for leaving now? Could it be that his injuries were still severe, and unwilling to let Yan'er witness his death, he chose to slip away alone?

Xing Lian narrowed her eyes at the magical beast in the corner with its ruffled feathers sticking out all over, and took a step toward it.

The docks were bustling with incoming and outgoing vessels, and there were specialized labor organizations responsible for loading and unloading cargo. Feng had simply joined one of them as the most ordinary member.

This was an excellent vantage point for viewing, but because the light show along the route was not directed toward this path, only a few bean-yellow street lamps cast dim, feeble light.

Situ Jingyan furrowed his brow slightly. "Since you are unwilling to speak, this king will not force you." With that, he gently raised his hand.

Her eyes closed, and she fell into a deep sleep. When she woke up again, the day was already bright, but Jingye had already departed.

"Is that true? What concrete evidence do you have? Although you make it sound quite plausible, I still find it hard to believe." Youya could not afford to be careless on this matter.

It turned out that yesterday, amidst the torrential rain, Red Boy was riding a white deer flying close to the ground when he suddenly heard a commotion. He descended and, leading the white deer, entered a dilapidated temple from which the noise emanated. Inside the ruined temple were quite a few burly men, Buddhist monks, and Taoist priests.

Zeng Tao quickly lowered his head. If he were to say another word or two, there was no telling what difficult problem his immediate superior, Zhao Zhengce, might throw at him. It was far better to simply remain obedient.

As for the two Western Saints, Amitabha and Reverend Zhunti, each sent one avatar into the mortal realm—one dispatching the Lamp-Burning Ancient Buddha and the other the Bodhi Patriarch. Both were making preparations for the grand flourishing of the Western Lotus. The two established the Seven-Jeweled Forest and the Eight-Virtues Pond, refined the elements of earth, fire, wind, and water, and forged the Western Land of Ultimate Bliss, waiting solely for the arrival of the Investiture of the Gods to descend to the mortal realm and guide sentient beings.

That was a fierce and bloody battle. At the very beginning, Daoist Duobao suffered a crushing defeat, but he had promised his sworn brother Wubao that he must not die. He would not die, and so, driven to madness in the end, the frenzied Daoist Duobao struck down all ten opponents who were far stronger than himself, including Lingfang Chang'er.

The Azure-Scale Flying Dragon was a fierce raptor among flying dragons. Carnivorous, with four-toed hooked talons hard enough to snap wood and shatter stone, it possessed immense strength and ferocity. Also known as the overlord of the skies, it had a two-foot wingspan and could be equipped with three repeating crossbows with a range of a thousand zhang. The world-renowned Western King's Azure-Scale Flying Dragon Cavalry was additionally equipped with an extra siege-breaking machine capable of launching alloy javelins.

This was an operational mode Susan simulated using her innate talent after experiencing the benefits of the brain-control system.

Streaks of pitch-black primordial chaotic sword Qi carried an austere and majestic aura, sweeping toward Zhunti like a boundless, torrential rain of swords.

When Yuan Hong thought carefully about it, this indeed made logical sense; otherwise, how could the Master of Tongtian Cult have suffered such a massive defeat during the Investiture of the Gods? It seemed he had previously overestimated just how omnipotent saints truly were.

After a long while, she recalled that when she had previously sneaked into the inner palace, she had caught sight of her a few times, though they had never been formally introduced. Even so, she still dared not confirm whether the person belonged to Empress Dowager Guo's faction.

Suddenly, Baishui Qing's legs seemed to be struck by an invisible force, and with a loud thud, he dropped heavily to his knees.

"It's just that old man Feng Yang didn't bother to pay any attention to you lot, why make such a fuss about it?" Feng Qing said.

They felt a mixture of annoyance and excitement. Though young, their pride was high, and they could not endure the humiliation of someone brazenly challenging them on their own turf, while also feeling the latent, thrilling anticipation of such a confrontation.

Although the jade marrow's aura was restrained and its outer shell was difficult for even Foundation Establishment divine sense to detect, Chu Wang had secretly pierced it with a sliver of sword Qi, confirming that it indeed contained jade marrow. That was why he spared no expense in bidding higher, determined to secure the item beforehand.

Under the bright candlelight, the old man's shadow cast upon the wall was tall and imposing, resembling a demon lurking within the darkness.

Ye Fei's immediate instinct was that this person had deliberately utilized spellcraft while speaking to prevent the sound from spreading and being overheard by others.

Had it not been for the instructions he received earlier from the president to accommodate some of Han Chengxun's less excessive demands as much as possible, and the fact that things had not yet crossed their bottom line, he would have long since thrown a tantrum and walked away.

At this moment, Chu Wangshu, whom the two of them hated to the core, was eating with absolute relish. Together with Lin Mei and bringing along the little black cutie, the trio had ordered a full seven different fish dishes, including pan-fried, braised, steamed, boiled, and fish soup styles.

Finally, with the sending of a single message, everyone's attention was firmly and securely captured.

Should they make an organizational adjustment for the gaming business division, shifting from a project team model to a studio model?

It was always amidst such dusk-lit evenings, with the sunset blanketing the sky, that one drove onto the congested East Third Ring Road.

The giant marched all the way to the ancestral temple. First sacrificing to the ancestral god Fuxi and the line of ancestors, he then proceeded to drain the dragon's blood, sever the dragon's head, pull out the dragon's tendons, and strip the dragon's skin, perfectly embodying that ancient, primeval barbarism.

QQ and OQ had completely identical product designs; one should not indulge in delusional nonsense about the market being massive and everyone having room to develop.

Times had changed, and apart from the various sects, these three thousand deities had also become a grave, internal threat to the Great Qian Dynasty.

Zhao Yang had altered his genuine appearance at this moment, making it extremely difficult for most immortal cultivators to recognize him.

It carried the aesthetic beauty of an excavator digging a drainage ditch by the river while simultaneously performing ballet—possessing strength, softness, and an unimaginable grace all at once.