Volume 1, Chapter 58: Over My Dead Body

It seemed as though time and space had frozen; no one spoke, and Liu Shuang remained standing rigidly. Closer, closer, he could feel their presence slowly drawing near.

Liao Hong had already closed in right behind the Cayenne. Imitating what Xia Zhiqing had done just moments before, she aggressively blasted her horn. After honking for a while, she saw that Xia Zhiqing had no intention of yielding whatsoever, hogging the overtaking lane and refusing to let her pass.

The steward's surname was Guo, a man around seventy years old. His eyes were sharp and shrewd, but his face bore the weathered look of a life of toil and hardship.

"This Xu Heng is simply going too far." Zheng Yongjun silently made a mental note of the matter, though more important tasks awaited him for the time being. First, he assigned their respective duties to Guo Mengmeng and the others. Once the room quieted down, Zheng Yongjun waved his hand and summoned Wang Dong over.

"Humph! He, Xing Yue, actually dares to run over here." Recalling how the fellow had escaped last time, Sun Ba had always harbored intense resentment. Never had he expected that this entire series of events was orchestrated by that very person. As these thoughts churned in his mind, the anger on his face grew more and more violent, surging steadily until he suddenly raised a hand and slammed his fist down onto the surface of the water.

Tan Luo gazed unblinkingly at the youth, waiting to see how he would offer an explanation. At that precise moment, she felt the eight-immortal table begin to shake at a frequency visible to the naked eye. The cups, saucers, and wine pots on the tabletop were brought to a precarious state, wine spilling over and flowing wildly in all directions. Everyone present was struck with astonishment.

With scarlet primordial energy winding around his fingertips, a towering aura of slaughter swept outward, sending a wave of shock through everyone in the vicinity.

Zhu Wei was extremely unreconciled. Such a defeat left him with a suffocating sense of powerlessness, unable to exert his strength even when he had it. He loathed this feeling, one he had never experienced in all his life.

Yet the six-armed snow ape enshrouded within that pillar of light suddenly let out an extremely agonized, muffled groan. Following that, fresh blood began to flow from the seven orifices of the six-armed snow ape. The fresh blood suddenly appeared, but instead of dripping down, it transformed into fine, thread-like streams of blood that surged toward the strange cauldron held in the hand of the Demon Lord high in the air.

Long Aolang remained motionless, simply closing his eyes slowly and allowing those eight streams of blood to collide with his body, after which they swiftly permeated into his very skin.

Through Gao Shun's household steward, he expressed his intention to pledge allegiance to Gao Shun, and detailed the Wang family's dissatisfaction with the Marquis of Champion as a token of sincerity.

Team Leader Chen and Xu Tian returned to the school staff dormitory building, where the middle-aged man was anxiously awaiting the arrival of the police.

However, this item was a weapon with severe side effects, so even though Hao and Tianqi had researched it, they had no intention of attempting its use. Never would they have guessed that Tianyuan had actually managed to concoct it.

The Wuhuan families captured by the two columns of Xiongnu troops had mostly left no relatives enlisted in the army, and consequently, they would be sold into slavery. For now, they remained ignorant of the fate awaiting them.

Under the influence of the ritual garment, rich spiritual energy continuously converged toward Jiang Huo's direction.

The storm continued. With the help of Teacher Jin, Xu Tian moved the mattress back onto the bed and carried the other three deceased students onto the beds, covering them up.

Dong Zhuo deeply appreciated Gao Shun's attitude. The moment he accepted the title of Duke of Wei, he initiated a new round of military campaigns, yet he never anticipated that once Gao Shun integrated Jiaozhou, he himself would be completely surrounded.

That would inevitably affect the atmosphere of the BL convention, leaving it desolate and awkwardly silent. Even if all eighteen thousand seats in the Mercedes-Benz arena were filled, this first BL convention would still ultimately be deemed a failure.

Yet Zhao Zhou did not spare his family. All of Jia Long's family, whether distant branches or collateral lines, were thoroughly arrested. As for the clans that had joined the rebellion, they were rounded up household by household, sparing not a single person. Through this purge, no powerful major clans remained in Bazun.

The moment Tong Lin thought of how hard and desperately his Brother Su Yan worked every day, only to have the person he cared about act in this manner, he felt it was entirely not worth it for him.

Even Zi Wuyi found it unimaginable, while Wang Tong and Qing Hong were already speechless, their eyes filled with shock.

As early as seven days ago, the news of Ye Qiu preaching the Dao had already spread far and wide. Practitioners from both the Southern and Northern Martial Arts worlds flocked to Mount Hua, solely for the purpose of listening to Ye Qiu's teachings.

She reached out and grabbed the silk ribbon around Chang Xingying's waist. With just a gentle tug from her, that peerlessly beautiful body would be completely exposed to her view. Hehe, when the time came, this holy and immaculate fairy would be singing and yielding beneath her crotch. It would be even better if she could capture it all on camera.

Such a grand formation was practically like adding wings to a tiger for him. Although the formation was not primarily offensive in nature, its prowess in trapping enemies and its formidable concealment were enough to make him invincible against any expert below the Seventh Transformation of the Heavenly Infant.

Compared to Su Zhuo's elaborate and studious attire, Ling Yi's outfit was as simple as ever: a single ponytail, a long white dress, and an ice-blue crystal butterfly hairpin tilted casually in her hair—plain yet unpretentious, displaying an effortless grace.

Upon hearing Tang Ming's narcissistic remark, they all immediately made expressions of disgust and rolled their eyes at him one after another.

"Won again, that makes fifteen. Mu Qianxue has already killed fifteen. I heard that the headquarters of the Xuanhuang Continent has already sent people over," Lu Guan said, hurrying over with a face brimming with gossip.

While others might not understand the reason behind it, the ancestor of the Yan family was trembling like a leaf in the wind. His body shook incessantly, and a fine layer of cold sweat broke out across his forehead.

The person lying flat on the ground hurriedly rolled sideways in a frantic and ungraceful retreat. Fortunately, the Azure Rathalos's beam was not too close to the ground, which instead afforded Gida a chance at survival.

Recalling slightly, Gida remembered the materials used to craft the exhausting greatsword—that hunted Chameleos.

Back then, Yun Ting's face would resemble a five-colored palette, with blood and mucus mingling together to transform his somewhat handsome face into a discordant and ugly mask.