Volume 1, Chapter 33: Are We Simply Meant to Endure Your Endless Humiliations?

"Then how can one see you, and who else is capable of seeing you?" Pan Yuhong asked with curiosity.

Tang Tang found himself unable to accept this version of Ximen Piaoxue. If he had merely been struck by the rejection from Leng Qingqing, he would not be acting like this; something must have gone wrong.

That evening, Yang Jiahuas ate the best meal he had enjoyed since being laid off. Qian Qiyue watched him, smiling heartily. As he looked at her, the stirring in his heart grew stronger, mingled with a sense of stability he couldn't quite trace. He ate with genuine happiness.

Their method was to pull the sword out directly, but they could not guarantee the consequences.

The truth was, the last time she had gone to see Liu Fei, they had only exchanged a few words. If she were to do the same again, it would be bad for his pride. He had already decided to wait until the exhibition ended before approaching Liu Fei to discuss returning to the Liu family.

The arena was in an uproar, a clamor that refused to subside. To challenge the Yama—what a fanatical prospect! Such opportunities were rare; one had to realize that for an ordinary person, challenging the Yama was incredibly difficult. At the very least, one had to defeat dozens of the Yama’s subordinates to be deemed worthy of the Yama drawing his blade.

"And if I say no?" Qing Hong’s red lips curled into a smile, her entire form wreathed in shimmering light. She was clearly smiling, but the chill in that expression surpassed the frost of the coldest winter.

Lin Bichu had indeed arranged for people to be in the operating room, but her goal was not to actually harm Du Caiwei or her child; she merely wanted to stall Zuo An.

However, the might displayed by the Coiling Dragon was something they could not shake. Even if they could, they dared not move forward now, as the space required their maintenance to remain stable.

Lin Bixiao’s expression did not change as she had expected; it was as if Qin Qinglang were someone completely unknown and insignificant to her.

"I am merely reminding you that Minister Liang has already warned Liang Lu not to interfere with military affairs again. The Minister is truly furious this time. I think you understand?" Vice Chief of Staff Li’s voice softened slightly.

Ying Lili, however, was quite curious about how Wusu would react to this Heavenly Profound Secret Realm. Before, he had been indifferent because he simply didn't believe it existed. But now, with the secret realm right before his eyes, how would he react?

With a bitter taste in his mouth and no time to think, Wu Yong felt a silver light flash behind him as a pair of wings appeared with a "swish."

After the other party spoke for ten minutes, Chu Nan and his classmates saw a young instructor in his twenties appear within their ranks.

Who else was happiest now? Naturally, the craftsmen. Zhang Zhong’s father was a craftsman, and Zhang Zhong himself had done such work and knew the hardships involved. Upon returning, he immediately worked with the current Minister of Construction, Yi Siping, to establish a new system.

Chiliang, who was in the middle of swallowing a piece of meat, nearly choked to death. He desperately forced the meat down his throat and howled in utter astonishment: "This guy, how..." As shamans with cauldron ranks, they could clearly see that the power surging within Mutu’s body was no weaker than that of a first-cauldron shaman warrior.

However, once she moved, she went beyond the range of the connection between me and the Infinite Jade Slip. The jade slip transformed into a beam of light, flying from her body back to my wrist, turning into that jade bracelet.

The great swordsman Asmo was knocked unconscious instantly; the difference in strength was simply too great. As for the Sword Saint Dock, he was covered in dirt and grime, his nose and mouth bleeding, looking no better off.

Duda, who had just felt as if he had ascended to heaven, felt as if he had fallen into hell upon hearing those words and seeing that smile on Chu Nan’s face.

He knew it was that young man named Chu Nan who had saved him that night; otherwise, he would have been dead long ago.

"I’m damn well not bored enough to spread such rumors! Believe it or not, that’s up to you!" Han Danzi’s eyes remained bloodshot.

"Regardless of Uncle Ji’s motives, this matter is certainly not a glorious one for the Shadow Agents. Since it’s a wager, why don’t we make another?" Red Dragon said, smiling at Heaven Dragon.

The atmosphere was awkward and stiff, but she couldn't worry about that now. Watching him prepare to change clothes and head out, she felt he had to take his medicine first, or his brain might truly be burned out. She really wasn't thinking of anything else.

Although Nangong Muyao had her own business conglomerate and was a business genius in her own right, Jiang Han still felt uneasy about the trade involving nearly ten billion gold coins between dynasties, so he took charge of it himself.

By then, Meiran had already opened the car door. Feeling there were still questions left unasked, Han Danzi followed Tao Meizhi into the police car. Meiran drove to the bureau, pulled him into her private vehicle, and sped out of the compound gates.

During the morning’s matches, a highlight bout occurred: the duel between the top genius of the Western Demon Sect, Mo Wuwang, and the second genius of the Shadow Tower, Kui.

Yet, after that bit of commotion, the atmosphere suddenly seemed to become relaxed and harmonious.

After leaving Guo Village, Han Danzi called the vehicle that had dropped them off in the countryside. Damn it! The car was still at Guyan Village, thirty miles away! It wouldn't arrive until after 8 o'clock. Han Danzi hung up the phone and walked toward the cement road of Qiu Village, facing the glow of the setting sun.