Volume One, Chapter 24: Take My Place—You Were a Top Art Student!

However, at this moment, a bizarre scene unfolded. Ripples of pitch-black energy emanated from the entire ancient ship, inexplicably crushing down toward him.

Most of the warriors gathered here, excluding the Tyrant Alliance, were people who had been saved by Chu Xinghan, or their sect peers; yet, not a single one of them showed a trace of pity.

Channeling the light of the Sword Dragon, his fingers moved rapidly. The floating Azure Dragon twisted its body, circling furiously near the powerful phantom of universal law.

"If you have any difficulties, Minister Shen, feel free to speak plainly." The Emperor, noting his hesitation, knew he had concerns.

His invention was already an epoch-making achievement in the field of regeneration; he did not believe there was anything in this world more potent than the Fetal Spirit Essence he had refined.

"Uncle Quan, was that call from Qing Lian?" Ye Suman closely observed every move Qing Quan made. She clearly sensed that he had been quite nervous while answering the phone.

Just then, a massive change occurred in the mirror world. Every sparkling fragment of the mirror world turned into crystalline dust in an instant, scattering across the ground. Subsequently, this dust also vanished, leaving behind nothing but an immensely vast and empty cavernous world.

Thus, under these circumstances, the mystical side had essentially become a mere foil to the technological side.

"That is not the case. I simply did not wish to rely on the Crimson Thunder, yet I found that even after borrowing the Demonic Halberd, it remained difficult to withstand the warrior's power. I have absolutely not retreated, nor have I conceded, and certainly, I have no fear!" Chu Xinghan countered.

Flower Houses were places of song, dance, and revelry. Merchants from the underworld and wealthy scions enjoyed playing in such establishments, but at the same time, they were excellent places for gathering intelligence.

The proprietress felt bitter inside. She was being put on the spot again; she had already invited nearly all the finest girls in the brothel, yet it still wasn't enough to satisfy the two guests. She truly had no better solution.

Her face was pale, her lips white, her forehead covered in cold sweat, and much gray could be seen in her hair. It had only been half a year since I last saw Mother. Yet... Mother had aged so much all at once.

Han Jian was still holding a beauty he had just taken into his side, and at this moment, Xiao Zhan also awoke, staring at the murderous Fa Yi.

Carol's office was actually not far from Scrooge's; it was just a matter of going down the stairs and turning a corner.

"Captain! The Spanish have signaled, demanding we stop the ship for inspection," a crew member shouted to Captain Haddock.

Dai Zhiyuan was used to this fiery personality. While Li Heng didn't usually care to seize power and rarely interfered with gold production, the moment it involved military matters, he acted as if he had been injected with adrenaline.

Chen Jiayin landed on the stage. As the song ended, the applause and cheers from the crowd rose and fell like waves.

"What is the probability that this is a hoax?" Eisenhower asked his chief advisor, the former U.S. President Charlotte, with a grave expression.

Ning Yuan suddenly felt a sense of intoxication. Though he had not touched a drop of alcohol, he could feel a hazy drunkenness. Beauty, too, could intoxicate.

On the day Lin Zhan arrived at Yuzhou City, the supreme commander of Yuzhou's defenses, Han Cui, led her troops south toward Jiangling City. She was not going to rescue Su Tingxia, but to rendezvous with the vanguard led by Han Zhao.

The nine tails behind the Black Cat Grudge Beast all exploded, and the light points on its forehead dimmed completely.

The courtyard was guarded by evolvers both openly and covertly, among them some third-tier evolvers. Jiang Feng secretly marveled; it was indeed worthy of being one of the three great families.

At the referee's command, Kelsen charged directly at Tong Tian. He had already planned it: a charge skill followed by a triple strike.

The next afternoon, Tong Tian arrived at the auction house as the Fatty had instructed. It was already packed, mostly with wealthy second-generation heirs.

At this moment, a ruthless glint appeared in Xiao Mo's eyes. He bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of his life essence onto the array of magical seals.

General Tiance Luo, the original culprit who slaughtered Feijia Town, possessed peak Tribulation-Transcendence cultivation... and Generals Tiance Chi, Xie, Sheng, and Shuo... along with Shen, Bai, Gou, and Teng, who once went to the Eight Hundred Sects to imprison the Twelve Stars of the Heavens in the Yin River of Progenitors and Descendants.

Upon hearing this, Tong Tian was overjoyed. He had been worried that his construction level was too low to build anything good, but that was no longer an issue; if it was only repairs, his current level was already sufficient.

Xu Yang's consciousness immediately fell into chaos, as the joys, sorrows, and emotions from the depths of his memory surged forth uncontrollably.

In the 1950s, Mossad obtained Khrushchev's secret report against Stalin, which, when published by the United States, shocked the entire world.

The Tiger King was a mature, languid man with a golden afro, incredibly handsome. His entire bearing was noble, indolent, and domineering.

Gu Zheng, who had just left, had actually swept the place clean in less than a quarter of an hour.

"A neither-man-nor-ghost creature; no wonder you skulk in a gray robe, afraid to show your face!" Luo Chong snorted, the blood-tooth blade on his right fist slowly extending. Hearing Luo Chong's words, Mo Li couldn't help but shudder. He glared fiercely at Luo Chong, saying nothing, with no intention of begging for mercy.

"The power of that palm was not bad," Qi Zifeng said in a relaxed tone, without a hint of blame; rather, it was as if she had been scratched by a pet she kept, filled with amusement and affection.

Yu Xie felt strange, remaining suspicious of this so-called grand festival. Especially the red flowers covering the mountains and plains—large, dense clusters that felt eerie to him. Yet, for some reason, she indeed felt much better; her cheeks were still somewhat flushed, but the debilitating, feverish heat was gone.

Lin He looked toward Old Deer and Old Crane behind him. These two elders were well-traveled and knowledgeable, and should be able to identify the specific grade of this fruit.

"What is this?" Mei Hao covered her mouth, looking at the dark red liquid in surprise. Xue Leng was also astonished.

"Good." The Snake King supported the cold moon in the flower stamen and flew toward the outside of the cave. The misty water vapor could not stop their departing figures.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of Tian Nuanyu's mouth. From the father and son, she felt a vibrant aura of life.