Volume One, Chapter 37: Declare My Loyalty to Duan Xiaodong

He slammed his knee into my stomach, doubling me over like a shrimp. He let go, tossing me onto the floor, and as I hit the ground, he kicked me squarely in the head.

"Really?" I looked at Xuefei and her brother, half-doubting. From the helplessness on their faces, I understood: there was only one truth! Xuejian was exactly as I had imagined.

Indeed, Sharps was the eldest son of the Onassis family, and the entire harbor district was under his jurisdiction. His connections, wealth, and capabilities were beyond question.

Chu Jiayin’s mind went blank; her first thought was how Su Zhao was doing now.

The Land of Heaven was an reclusive, formidable power that never involved itself in the affairs of the Central Plains. He did not believe the Feathered Innate Sect would go to war with the Land of Heaven over this; at worst, the sect would simply treat them with cold indifference.

For these past five years, she had endured—endured continuing to love him, endured continuing to care about him. She felt that no matter how excessively he treated her, she could bear it. But she had overestimated herself.

"Go up, then. But I’ve already taken the prophecy scroll. If I don't go up, I won't be able to report back."

Hearing Yu Zhengming’s laughter, Liu Xiong’s face turned leaden. With a dark look in his eyes, he rose from his seat and left.

They hurried onto the boat. Fortunately, Changsun Changqing had paid generously; otherwise, in the dead of night, the boatman would never have agreed to set sail.

Meanwhile, Nangong Bingyue had already retrieved the Divine Jade. Opening her eyes, her beautiful gaze was filled with excitement.

"Could this be the supreme law of the primordial universe?" A flash of inspiration crossed Wang Nifeng’s mind.

The Wei soldiers of Ran Teng’s thousand-man unit were not intimidated by such arrows. They raised their shields and easily blocked the enemy's volley.

Watching Gao Kuo’s retreating figure, Zhao Hongrun stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the snowy scenery outside the window.

Blackrock Mountain—or rather, the Blackrock Fortress connecting the Searing Gorge and the Burning Steppes—was simply not a place suitable for a full-scale battle. In other words, the orcs’ overall combat advantage could not be fully utilized here.

"Mr. Garcia, farewell. I won’t see you out!" I held the contract, smiling as I waved goodbye to Garcia’s somewhat dejected back.

"No, don't say that! For a student with such exceptional talent, this is an opportunity!" Stephen’s beard trembled even more violently, as if he would flip out the moment Lu Han shook his head or said no. Lu Han said nothing more, only coldly stating, "I’m going to the lab," before turning and walking away with a lonely silhouette.

Kong Heng himself had always been somewhat skeptical, even slightly opposed... but under the current circumstances, there was little he could do other than let the episode air as scheduled.

By the time the title match between Wang Lei and Mugabe began at the end of November, the Hong Kong martial arts world had still reached no consensus, and the matter simply fizzled out.

Even though Lian Bo had decided to just drink and say nothing more, the eyes of Li Mu, the Governor of Yanmen, and Ma She, the Governor of Shanggu, remained filled with worry.

Instead, those few lechers were completely unprepared for such a direct answer and stood there stunned, unable to collect themselves for a long time.

Luo Shu’s face changed slightly: What does this brat mean? Calling me old right to my face—is she mocking me?

When rivals in love meet, they are blinded by jealousy. Once they got into their mechs, they forgot to even use their weapons, resorting to a brawl of punches and kicks. Those watching the room covered their faces; even beginners fought better than them.

Subsequently, Fifth Master Lin and the others issued orders, and they did whatever was asked of them. Whether it was running, practicing boxing, or archery, they put their hearts into it and worked very diligently. Although there were still some inaccuracies and flaws, they corrected them immediately whenever they were pointed out.

Gu Xiaoqing looked at the bodyguards behind Feng Qingyang, then at her own family. Feng Qingyang hadn't had anyone check if she was carrying anything, which showed he was very confident in his own security.

Dugu’s twenty-fourth sword could cleave a path through time, wash away the past, unleash the essence of the sword path itself, and even transcend certain mental constraints to achieve changes beyond imagination.

Cen Dalang had not yet formally ascended to the throne, so he still referred to himself as "General." Having been a general for two lifetimes, he quite liked the title.

When the six boys, including Lin Junrui, were transported to Xin Ruolan’s studio, Bo Jin had already arrived. Holding Fu’er in one arm, she was eating cake with Qiao’er, who wasn't in school that day.

Looking back at the four of them, Lu Qinghe was the most neatly dressed and had the bag she usually used for her wallet and phone. Han Meimei, Ding Fengyi, and Ye Wen all had their shoes and clothes on, so they didn't look too disheveled. The shaking had already stopped, but no one headed home immediately.

He had traveled all the way from the capital to Chizhou just for this country girl. He had intended to finish the Lantern Festival in the state capital before going to look for her in that godforsaken backwater, but he hadn't expected her to show up in front of him in the city herself. How could he possibly let her walk away?

But Wei Zixiu seemed not to hear, walking into the inner palace without looking aside. His figure was tall and lean, a faint shadow casting slightly aslant in the sunlight, moving slowly forward with his steps, without a tremor.

Xun Yi pressed her down and shifted his body, wrapping his arms around her waist to avoid the bloated, massive form of the Big-Headed Ghost.