Volume 1, Chapter 63: The Terror Reawakens

Often, with his acute and sensitive senses, he could even hear the undisguised contempt and mockery from those people.

The painting then slipped from the servant's hands and unrolled onto the ground, revealing a scene on a street where a wealthy merchant was whipping a beggar.

The main peak of the Ice Lotus Summit was like Wang Xizhi’s Preface to the Orchid Pavilion—fluid and unpredictable, where even a single character could be written in more than ten different ways.

"What?!" Inuzuka Kiba exclaimed, a fierce and unexpected brilliance flashing deep within his eyes.

Long ago, the clan leader also believed that extraordinary abilities could not be upgraded. Therefore, once the leader mastered the abilities, all his focus was shifted entirely toward physical combat.

Zhao Dongting muttered to himself, giving himself a mental suggestion. Embracing the principle that "what you hear on paper is ultimately shallow, to know it must be done firsthand," he opened his private channel.

The surrounding fellow apprentices also shouted to cheer Song Jue on. Since Song Jue was the only one representing the Tianji Garden in the battle, he carried not only his own honor but also the dignity of the entire garden.

Originally, he felt he was capable of locking horns with this black ape demon, and even if he eventually lost, it wouldn't be an utterly disgraceful defeat.

He no longer needed to hustle for commissions because he had already climbed to the very top, reaching the position of Chairman of the Board. What else was there for him to strive for?

Under their watchful eyes, Cao Yunxin and Lei Xiao swept across the sky with long, roaring shouts. Throwing a punch, their profound energy surged as the air ahead exploded entirely.

Reading between the lines, Chen Wanrong naturally understood his meaning and stated with absolute certainty, "That's right, it points downwards." Had it not been for this downward-facing spout, Chen Wanrong wouldn't have bothered coming to the kiln.

"It should be a very special innate skill. If I'm not mistaken, those spell-casting classes from the Yamato district who launched such a sudden raid likely emerged from the shadows of the warrior tank 'decoys' who were 'carrying' them," Liu Lu gazed down fixedly and replied via private message.

The lean Xiongnu man immediately stepped forward to explain the situation to the other Xiongnu tribesmen. Seeing that Spring and Autumn Swordsman and his companions posed no threat, the Xiongnu scouts led them to meet their chieftain.

Qiushui smiled faintly, showing no sign of anger. It turned out the villagers of Tiger and Leopard Village had not received any news; they had simply happened to come by to sell ore. Picking up a few pieces of iron ore, she inspected them and found the quality to be quite decent.

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The Big Cauldron had suffered heavy damage last time and had yet to fully recover. Now was the perfect opportunity to let it absorb the spiritual magic of these shadow spirits, using their energy to properly repair itself.

Qiushui exchanged a taciturn glance with Ah Fei, signaling him not to rush, as she had everything under control. No one had yet been born who could easily take advantage of her.

Although providing these technologies wouldn't cost him money, and Rick and the others would readily agree if Ye Nan just asked, why should Ye Nan do so?

Hosting guests with Morning Light or Flowing Fire had also become the most common practice among the wealthy over the past year or so—not merely a matter of etiquette, but a reflection of prestige and status.

Walking to the corner of the railing, she said with a beaming smile to her husband, "I haven't been drinking today, so I won't throw any drunken tantrums. You understand all my thoughts; let me play you a celebratory tune first, since it's New Year's Eve after all!" With that, she drew the bow across the strings, letting the music pour forth.

The various clans of the Demon Realm were no longer divided at this moment. With the emergence of the Demon Emperor, the Demon Realm was once again unified, and all clans bowed in submission.

Regardless of the circumstances, bringing outsiders into this would certainly complicate things. However, this token refused to obey him either. Even when his primordial spirit fed back instructions for it to stop, it remained unresponsive, continuing to act willfully as it pleased, completely ignoring him.

The strong evolve and transform through endless battles; a weak personality leaves one devoured until not even a scrap of bone remains.

Because he knew she harbored a celebrity dream—even if she couldn't become a heavenly queen, she was determined to be on the path toward becoming one. That was something she had once told him.

He watched as the wind-blade dragon before Moxiu let out a low roar, its spine glowing with a faint azure light. Suddenly, five cyan pentagonal blades materialized and hurtled rapidly toward Moxiu.

The two were still somewhat startled when they saw the two undead standing behind Lingxiao, as the appearance of undead was hardly benevolent. Fortunately, they had already caught sight of Huangyan earlier.

[Dragon Soul Intimidation]: Passive effect: Awe-inspiring to all spirits. When the power of the dragon soul is released, all beasts below the god-rank within a hundred-meter radius fall into a state of "Fear."

Jia Qingsong watched with his blood boiling, wondering why he alone could not catch sight of the fifth-tier floating islands controlled by the three Great Saints.

Back then, when Ningyan disappeared in Qingxi City, Xiao Wu had entrusted the well-informed Xue Wuhen to search everywhere, but to no avail.

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A strange shriek echoed from beyond the chaotic ocean, directly frightening to death an ocean-fiend that stood at the absolute pinnacle of the Keling Realm. If the entity that emitted this strange shriek were to descend directly upon the Keling Realm, would it spell the end of the world for the Eurasian and African continents?

Lin Yuqi sat on the open-air balcony, quietly gazing at the dark sea, her face dampened with a faint mist of moisture.

Yun Shishi felt around as well, and then met with a tragic fate, pulling out a hundred-yuan bill with a comical expression of dismay.

He had always known that August had a good relationship with Yangyang, but he hadn't expected their uncle-nephew bond to be this strong.

"A sword sharpened over ten years, I have finally mastered this supreme Daoist physique." Lin Yi could not help but clenching his fists, the excitement in his heart beyond words.

Zhou Huailing glanced at her, brushed his wide sleeves lightly, covered her hand beneath his own sleeve, and naturally grasped her hand as they walked forward together.

Yang Zhiwu had been at school all along, and his teachers and classmates could testify to that. In the past, the two brothers had a good relationship without any quarrels, let alone financial disputes. There was simply no motive for murder.

A few days after they returned to the Grand Duke's Estate from the Divine General's Mansion, Emperor Xiaozhao made a private visit in plain clothes to the Divine General's Mansion to see Sheng Siyan.

He walked straight toward his horse without turning his head and swung gracefully into the saddle. Out of the corner of his eye, however, he caught sight of Assistant Minister of the Court of Judicial Review Wang Zhiquan and his wife, Lady Xie, stepping down from the carriage.

Of course, the golden hairpin could transform into more than just a sword; it was just that Leng Xiaoxiao feared attracting the patrol guards of the imperial palace, which was why she had stowed the hairpin away.

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