Acting Spoiled

The Zixuan Dynasty was nominally the common master of the human race, but its grip on the immensely vast lands of the Eastern Continent was not all that secure.

"Execute the massacre!" Orders were issued one after another from the flagship. Reluctant as they were, the elves had no choice but to re-aim their bows and arrows at the orcs floating on the sea surface. A slaughter was underway; the seawater was dyed a dark red by blood, and massive sharks swarmed toward the scent of carnage.

Upon returning to the villa, Georgia was slightly taken aback by the people inside. There hadn't been this many people when he left.

That was strange. He had seen her just a dozen minutes ago and told her to stay put and not wander around; how could she have vanished all of a sudden?

Gu Liangchen was frustrated to the extreme. When Jiang Heng and the others walked over, his dark expression was truly too ghastly to behold. Yet who were Jiang Heng and the couple of others? Would they ever take their friend's expression to heart?

In just a brief moment, the visible earth looked as though it had been plowed over anew, the soil churned upside down, and mountain ranges flattened into plains.

There was definitely an untold secret in this, but it evidently had little to do with me. I would just wait for Junko Kimuryo to tell me.

She recalled how she used to make clothes, shoes, and socks for Lu Lu, and how happy Lu Lu would look every time she received them. Ling Qingtuan had thought back then that Lu Lu was merely trying to make her happy.

"Go on, go on. I'm not buying lottery tickets, so what grand prize am I going to win?" Pei Yin pushed back the quilt and lay back down in bed. Seeing that she was settled, Gu Zhenshan placed the magazine he was holding on the bedside table, turned off the bedroom light, and lay down to sleep as well.

Yet now, not even a thousand years had passed, and while she herself was still lingering around the True Immortal realm, Taixuan had quietly attained the status of a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

The owner of the stall was a Daoist priest of about fifty years old, clad in a black Daoist robe. His facial wrinkles were deeper than ravines, and his complexion was sallow and yellowish, giving him the appearance of someone just recovering from a severe illness.

"General, live on, if only for our sakes!" Seeing the Liangzhou army closing in on Zhang Liao, Ma Chao charged desperately toward Zhang Liao's direction, and the old general threw his own body into the breach to block him.

This was why Ye Xu had succeeded in his second blitz attack against Licang Nan. It was precisely Licang Nan's overconfidence and blind reliance on past experience that gave Ye Xu the opportunity to launch a successful raid.

The scar-faced man had a fiery temper. He stepped forward and grabbed Chifeng by the collar, whereupon the members of the Wang family surrounding them all instantly aimed their various firearms at the two of them.

On the other side, Ziyuanzi, Li Bingjian, and the others unleashed a barrage of furious attacks on Taixuan. Yet no matter what divine powers and magical treasures they hurled at the World-Quelling Profound Yellow Qi, it only caused the yellow mist to ripple slightly, completely failing to harm even a single hair on Taixuan's head. This left everyone deeply disheartened for a moment.

They were all avatars of immortals, and the weapons in their hands were supreme treasures imbued with infinite destructive might, possessing matchless power. Every time they swung them, piercing shrieks tore through the void.

The young girl did not stop her movements; she took half a step back and pulled her clothes tightly around herself.

"What is this?" Ye Xu sniffed the ointment, detecting a refreshing and cooling hint of mint.

Her scenes came relatively late, and she would receive plenty of camera time, but with very few lines, meaning she would have to follow the crew for the entire duration of filming.

"Multiple compound fractures throughout the body, but his life is not in danger. Besides, I have another piece of good news." At this thought, his mind was entirely filled with the image of his eccentric and mischievous beloved wife.

Even though Wang Jianghai shared blood ties with her, she felt nothing toward this father other than disgust; all other emotions were gone.

Having just been transported here from that secret realm, he had actually passed through layers of trials—mountains of knives, seas of fire, rain of swords, and forests of peaks, fighting against men and fighting against the heavens, finding endless joy in it all. It was only after defeating the final trial of thirty-two stone men that he had been cast into this pitch-black, cramped stone chamber.

Yet everything had been fully prepared, only to fail at the very last hurdle. How could he be willing to accept this? Seeing the Dragon God pouncing fiercely like a malevolent spirit, a sudden thought struck him; he leaped in front of the two people and unleashed a thunderous blow.

Jin Jiugong said that among the heavenly masters of the world, there was actually a shortcut of evil paths, whom the insiders called dark heavenly masters. It was said that roughly a hundred years ago, these people had established a sect, brazenly calling themselves the "Heavenly Master Gate" and boasting of being the sole orthodox lineage of heavenly masters in the world—the very epitome of shamelessness.

Qi Jun was somewhat bewildered, but he didn't dare utter another word. He turned on his heel and strode out without looking back.

The three people guarding Gu Bainan had no idea what was happening. After all, Madam Tao had shown no signs of being able to contend with them, so the danger must have come from that mass of purple smoke. Thinking of this, the three tacitly shielded Gu Bainan and retreated backward.

The moment he stepped out the door and raised his head, he saw a man carrying a bowl of something walking toward his courtyard.

In particular, Lu You, the person directly involved, felt his gaze tighten involuntarily, because he could be certain that the soft sound had definitely not been produced under his own conscious control; something had happened beyond his awareness.

He spotted an enemy carrying a level-three backpack running along the right edge of the poison circle, appearing defenseless right before Lin Feng's eyes.

"But the Heavenly Dragon Empire has never had any interaction with the mysterious faction. Why would he help us?" Long Zheng could not figure it out.

"This is the real deal, scammed from the orcs back then." Looking at the dumbfounded Mordor, Prince Malzahar smiled with satisfaction.

Of course, the intelligence of the Virtual Universe Network was beyond reproach, and it could also allow the trading platform to automatically filter and list the optimal options from top to bottom based on the comprehensive price including shipping costs, leaving users free to choose.

Malfurion could not help feeling a surge of joy. If it were ten thousand years ago, such a pandaren would have been an honored guest of all Alliance factions.

Suddenly, Yelü Ruan felt a chilling aura. Turning his head, he saw that it was Yelü Zhen staring directly at him. Yelü Zhen's imposing presence was extremely effective, instantly letting Yelü Ruan know what he needed to do.

"Really? That must cost a lot of money!" Although Jeon Ji-hyun said this, she didn't feel surprised in the slightest.

For one thing, Yun Xiao had already gained a deep understanding of this top genius of the Imperial Palace; for another, Luo Yao was this time unleashing the middle-grade Saint-tier martial art, Stone Dragon Overturning Heaven, which gave Yun Xiao an opportunity to defeat his enemy in a single move.