31. Have You Ever Been Treated with Such Tenderness?

This is what it means to treat the enemy as mere grass and dirt! The beauties pursed their lips, gazing at their beloved with adoration, a sense of happiness welling up within their hearts.

Taking a sharp breath to steady his complex emotions, he rose and continued forward, forcing himself to keep moving so that nothing else could influence him.

He threw a punch every few seconds. Why wait? It was to build up power. By holding his strength back before striking, a single blow became equivalent to four or five normal ones.

Xia Xinran raised an eyebrow and said, "Is that so? Then I’d like to see just how I’m going to suffer." She splashed him several more times, leaving Gao Zijian drenched from head to toe.

Accepting the imperial decree, I stood stunned for a long time. Suddenly coming to my senses, I rushed out of the Zhaoren Hall and caught up with Liuyun at the gates of the Chonghua Palace.

"How was that? My skills should be sufficient, right?" Qing Xiu asked. They stared at him; at that moment, he appeared like a demon god. If Qing Xiu had moved his fingers even slightly, none of them would have survived. And he had used only a tree branch as a weapon; what would happen if he used a superior one?

However, Xiahou had already stepped forward and gestured for them to follow. The guild leaders had no choice but to follow him out.

Logic told Li Huaitang that nothing would happen on the road. The journey from the East Gate of the Imperial City to the residence was over in a blink; it was barely enough time for a warm-up.

"City Lord! It’s terrible! The hundreds of cultivators sent to the mines have rioted," a demon soldier reported in a panicked rush as he burst into the room.

The young maid beside her lowered her head, watching her master—who was only fifteen or sixteen—alternating between frowning and smiling as she fiddled with that strange black box.

Perhaps because Kotori and Yoshino were the same age, Yoshino subconsciously looked up to Kotori, hoping to become braver and more outgoing. Thus, she was currently focused intently on Kotori, who was setting a poor example.

It is understandable not to want a situation where the branches are stronger than the trunk, but you must first ensure the tree survives before you start worrying about how to prune or divide it, right?

Although the demonic boar was incredibly fierce, the biggest problem was that once it transformed into this state, it was extremely difficult to force it back. Opportunities to snap the copper ring back onto its ear did not come often.

"Renya..." Origami Tobiichi glanced at Renya. Her expression remained unchanged, but her hands hesitated for a moment.

"Didn't we agree on this yesterday?" Yan Yixin said with a smile, watching as Yan Wan scurried into the bathroom.

She pondered for a moment, shook her head, and leaped up to finish washing. By then, Yan Yixin had already opened the door with a spare key.

The Duchess sat on a large chair with a cold, grim face, clicking through a string of prayer beads. Sitting below her was Ye Huang, with Ai Chen standing behind her; both master and servant wore expressions of frustration.

Zhou Tie only had a vague understanding of some of these matters and could only stare blankly.

In the world of cultivation, the strong are respected. This is even more true among the demon race; whoever has the greatest strength is the elder, the boss, and the king.

"Bastard!" Dark Hurricane Slash stomped on the giant rock beneath his feet and charged back toward Dark X along his original path. Dark X had anticipated this and similarly charged toward Dark Hurricane Slash in the same fashion.

At the smoldering crater left by the Max Cannon, molten metal and rock simmered like lava underground, proving that even the outer layers of the aggregate had been affected.

But they had all forgotten the meaning of "forgiveness." It requires not only a great heart but also courage—a courage that outweighs the desire for revenge. That is truly far more difficult than revenge itself.

"Clatter!" The buildings and structures in all directions were instantly coated in a layer of crystalline ice shards.

Guan Hongda sighed, not knowing what to say. Words of comfort felt pale and powerless now; only time could erode grief and anger. There was no other way.

His eyes sparkled, but there was no smile on his face. The pitch-black night-traveling garb clung tightly to his lean and agile frame.

Han Jingrui was a top-tier expert himself. Even without Liu Xiazi saying anything, he knew when an opportunity arose. For instance, right now—how could he possibly let it slip by?

"Perhaps we could try the one that isn't finished yet," suggested Jiang Feng, the head of the Space Laboratory, feeling it was time to reveal their research results.

Because the number of participants was so high, the competition format was decided to be exceptionally cruel, adopting a direct elimination system for the preliminary rounds.

The first thing he did upon entering the arena was to return the four dragon-patterned imperial artifacts bestowed upon him by the Punishment Hall.

Organizing such a martial arts tournament involved a thousand tangled tasks. Thinking of the possibility of revenge, Jin Peng couldn't wait a second longer. He immediately bid farewell to Chen Sheng and hurried away in a feverish rush.

Chen Sheng smiled slightly and led the way down. Su Ziling helped Lady Oichi, following closely behind. Uesugi Kenshin led Mitsuhide Jubei, Shimada Kanbei, and Katayama Gorozaemon, all of them filing out in succession.

For the sake of business convenience, Wang Yifan went to a used car market, spent 100,000 yuan on a black secondhand BMW, drove it over to the street corner where the itinerant renovation workers gathered, picked out a few of the most honest-looking laborers, and brought them to the orphanage.

He cast several wisps of soul fire, injecting them into the bodies of the dwarf mages. When Gellis had performed the mass lich transformation earlier, he had specifically chosen the corpses of sturdy abyss monsters; these scrawny dwarves had not been selected.

"Brother Feng, it's so late. With just the two of us, won't something happen?" Hearing the crickets and other insects chirping in the fields, Wang Kui couldn't help but shiver. He had never been to such a desolate place at night in his entire life.

The gunshot was somewhat silent, but a careful observer would have noticed that a large hole had been pierced in the fuel tank of the pickup truck. Pale yellow diesel flowed out through the hole, splashing a long trail behind the vehicle.