Volume 1, Chapter 23: It’s Been Three Months—Don’t You Miss Me at All?

The way Zhan Qu shifts between demonic aura, devilish energy, and baleful spirits is simply inconceivable.

The scream was incredibly brief, vanishing in an instant, yet it was so piercingly loud that Chen Zi-yang heard it clearly. It must have come from Chen San-jin, who was left on guard outside. Could he have encountered some mishap?

With a sharp "slap," Pockmark-Face felt a stinging, burning pain on his cheek, and a trickle of hot liquid began to ooze from the corner of his mouth.

Only by relying on his own could Han Yun’s Purple Firmament Divine Kingdom grow strong rapidly; depending on disciples from outside clans was never the righteous path. What Han Yun wanted was for each and every disciple of the Death God Battle Group to become the most formidable existence.

"For so many years, no one has been able to devour us. What ability does a test subject from an experimental zone have to consume a Lion-Beast?" Old Man Pang muttered these words as if talking to himself. His gaze sharpened as he stared deeply into the Lion-Beast Nebula.

A few Tottenham fans in the stands perked up. This was a rare sight to behold in this match.

Gu Ling-er glanced at Long Lin-fei with a faint smile on her face. She slowly lowered the hem of her trousers, stepped down from the bed, and walked toward the door.

However, since his son had already left in anger, he felt a sense of relief; at least he would not follow the same path as Chen Ao-tian.

Everyone dispersed together. By this time, the sky outside was beginning to brighten. The sun had yet to rise, but the horizon was a brilliant crimson. Sea and sky blended into one—the scenery was truly magnificent.

"Let’s go to the right; the left might bring trouble." Even if Third Master Kong hadn't said it, I would have suggested going right. I don't know why, but looking at the tomb passage on the left made me feel deeply oppressed. There was another reason, too: that passage looked very much like the one where I met Cold Blade in my dream.

"Xin Na, I promise you, I will return safely!" Hang Yi dared not delay any longer. He shouted aloud and dived into the spatial portal.

"When we meet next time, I will have the contract drafted, and then we can sign it," Mr. Zhao added.

Even though Xie Qi himself was once a man wanted by the police, that could not change the fact that Chen Fei-fei had committed murder.

Su Meng looked to the side and saw a face of breathtaking beauty with sharp, well-defined features not far from him.

In turn, he chose to be with Su Tian-tian. Just as he had sought out someone else when Su Mei-er did not suit his whims.

After saying this, he drained the half-glass of wine in his hand, placed the glass on a passing waiter’s empty tray, and turned to leave.

This statement made the atmosphere tense instantly. The soldiers raised their rifles in unison, waiting only for their officer’s command to fire. Ji Kai-rui had already activated his supernatural powers, prepared to counterattack. If the bullets were fired, they would all rebound back onto the soldiers. He did not want to do this unless it was an absolute last resort.

"Well, you should rest for a while. We'll eat dinner together later," Mary said with a smile to Shi He.

Liu Long passed through the backyard and went straight to the front hall. Before he even arrived, he could hear Zhang Fei’s booming voice.

Before school let out in the afternoon, Yi Tian-hao had Zhang Guang notify the Four Great Princes to come to the classroom to talk after classes ended for the day.

Just as Cui Bin prepared to accelerate again to kill the purple gu-insect, a scream suddenly echoed from afar.

The Manchester City defenders scrambled to make adjustments, but Xiao Qing suddenly cut inside, changing direction toward the flank. The Manchester City defense shifted to the left, and after Xiao Qing forced his way past the fullback Kolarov, he accelerated and cut back inside. Although he was positioned somewhat to the left, he unleashed a powerful shot before the Manchester City defenders could provide cover.

Zhang Da-kai’s eyes narrowed behind his lenses, staring long and hard at Wang Peng’s face, trying to discern a hint of truth, but he felt only disappointment—not just in Wang Peng’s expression, but in his refusal to be forthright.

After saying this, Zhou Dong-fei couldn't help but laugh himself. The others suddenly realized what he meant and followed suit, laughing uncontrollably and praising Zhou Dong-fei’s brilliance.

The man in the round hat ignored Huang Yong-tai’s stunned expression. Seeing him standing there silent and dazed, he urged impatiently, "What? Unwilling? Fine then, until we meet again!" He made a gesture as if to whip his horse and leave.

Listening to this, Zhang Kai felt not only shame but also a sense of warmth in his heart. He could feel that even though Yi Tian-hao was criticizing him, he was also genuinely concerned for him, which only deepened his sense of shame.

"It’s just the two of us here. Are you going to pass it on yourself, or should I?" Wang Peng looked at Pang Long-fei with a sharp gaze.

*Puchi.* The Indestructible Severing Blade struck the Blood-Bathed Demon Dragon, emitting a sound, but not a single drop of blood sprayed out, for the creature’s physical body had been shattered countless years ago.

Upon learning that Dan was a super-mutated relic beast, Emperor Ziyang felt his heart pounding, but with Chu Feng by his side, he found it difficult to speak his mind openly.

Qin Yu held a Thunder-Light Sword in each hand, biting a third one in his mouth, staring unblinkingly at Alexander Gustafsson.

Zhang Hao could understand these principles, but not everyone could. As the old saying goes, if Heaven wants to destroy someone, it first makes them mad. Look at the upbringing of the Hua family; one crazier than the next—that is the rhythm of heading toward destruction.

Little did he know that Long Ba-tian had seen everything Zhang Hao was thinking at that moment. Long Ba-tian, who hadn't paid much attention before, truly sent Zhang Hao to Wu Da-lang's hometown in the middle of the night, with the excuse that he wanted to eat a sesame seed cake. I suppose this was his own doing.

I don't know; it is entirely possible the characters are just messing with me. That alternation between gloom and clarity might just be going in circles.