Chapter 20

As the words fell, everyone’s gaze turned icy, and their complexions shifted dramatically. On the ground, a sinister wind rose violently. The figures standing there began to lift their heads one by one; within the hazy, blood-colored marsh, those pale faces revealed eyes that were wide and round.

This divine skin, filled with the texture of black metal, overflowed with various rays of Dao light. It was naturally attuned to the Great Dao, making it a rare treasure even before being refined. It shimmered with a cold metallic luster, radiating a powerful saintly prestige that made it impossible to approach.

Taking this opportunity, I will brew a few more portions of beauty medicine so that Mother can enjoy a better life.

She would never admit that she had arrived long ago and had, quite incidentally, overheard their entire conversation.

The Golden Dragon Saint Sovereign had long since realized that the Nether Saint Sovereign was no match for Sikong Weiyang. If he fled in front of everyone, even a shameless person like the Nether Saint Sovereign would struggle to save face. But by fighting their way into the distance before fleeing, no one would see, making it much easier to swallow psychologically.

Dragon Lord naturally noticed this scene, but it had nothing to do with him. Not to mention that he didn't know the person who had been blasted away, in the world of cultivators, the law of the jungle was unavoidable, and he would not intervene for the sake of others.

"I never imagined my Zhou family would fall to such a state; it is truly pathetic and lamentable," Zhou Kongchang sighed on the dragon throne, his face filled with grief and indignation.

Dragon Lord endured the dual impact of profound energy and spiritual power, repeatedly battering his dantian. Beads of sweat dripped down incessantly, soaking his clothes to the chest.

"Show mercy!" A sharp cry rang out as a tall figure shattered Liu Mantang's attack and simultaneously blocked Du Hongfu.

"Your Majesty, there is no need for this. It is only my duty as your consort. I shall keep this matter in my heart and will never speak of it, nor will I affect the grand scheme. Your Majesty may rest assured." Empress Jiang was a clever woman and naturally understood there must be a reason why the Saint Master lived in seclusion.

"My sister is with you? She is not dead?" Gong Wuxia was overjoyed once more. With a swoosh, he lunged forward, his body naturally hovering as he moved until he was eye-level with Zhao Xuan, at which point he pressed his inquiry.

The diving plane emitted a ghostly shriek, sharp enough to chill the heart. The three German aircraft realized the danger, but it was too late to turn; the performance of their opponent's plane was far superior. Rat-tat-tat! The newly installed Lewis gun spat tongues of fire.

Tian Linxi was not like Zheng Chengzhong, who knew nothing of martial arts. He had not initially suspected Ye Zetao of causing trouble, but as the situation developed, Tian Linxi understood. Today, he simply wanted Ye Zetao to explain the situation to him.

Sitting on the hospital bed, the question followed his thoughts as they flew toward the north; the issue had become unavoidable.

The film's producer, Gu Long, and the director, Tsui Hark, took the stage one after another, each explaining the creative process of the movie from different perspectives.

"Guji, guji..." The Nether Soul, bound by mental energy, hopped about in anger, emitting a series of strange cries from its mouth.

Sun Wukong and Yuan Li nodded with smiles, their eyes sparkling with deep gratitude.

Even domestically, in a fuel-starved China, great torches stood in the wilderness, burning day and night because the resources could not be fully utilized.

The scattered members of the Black Dragon Society, faced with the influx of police, collapsed completely. Abandoning all thoughts of resistance, they covered their heads and crouched on the ground, allowing Sun Sihua’s men and the police to take control.

He had been intimate with Princess Ning Xue every day for some time, yet she had not conceived. Du Bian truly suspected that his own seed was the problem; after all, he had only recently transformed from a castrate into a normal man.

When the pressure increases many times over, it changes completely. At that point, not to mention electrons being compressed inside, even the shells of atomic nuclei are crushed, and protons and neutrons fuse together—this is the origin of a neutron star.

However, the awkward part was that the scene in the dream felt far too real and far too terrifying.

Cursing under his breath, he hurriedly dialed Sikong Yue’s number. Sikong Yue, who was in the middle of a meeting with the Black Dragon Society, was filled with rage. He had just been reprimanded for wasting time by failing to take down the Ma family's nightclub.

By the time the sacrificial ceremony began, all officials within Chang'an City had gathered in the grand square before the Taiji Palace.

Fortunately, he forcibly suppressed the fluctuations of spiritual power within his body and began to operate his newly cultivated Blood Demon God Technique. Two towering, terrifying phantom images of demon gods suddenly appeared behind him, shielding him firmly and preventing the external blood-evil aura from suppressing him.

Chen Daqian heard this and smiled without a word, but he followed closely behind Liang Chen as they exited through the back door.

"This necklace is called the Dragon Fang Chain; I hope you treasure it," Dongfang Qian quietly revealed the name of the necklace.

After returning to the inner chamber of the Spirit Research Palace, Lingxi first had Heyue bring a damp towel to cleanse her hands, then had Qiaozhu pin two white jade hairpins into her hair. Satisfied that her appearance was flawless, she sat steadily on the kang and allowed Heyue to personally invite the Lady of the Butterfly Pavilion inside.