Volume 1, Chapter 22: The Eerie Onslaught

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The old village chief could not stand it any longer. Annoyed by all the commotion, he said, “Hurry up and add some more medicinal broth for him, then let him leave. He’s making far too much noise.” The Second Immortal had only been provoking him and had never intended to argue seriously. So he came over, snatched the basin from the two women, and filled the man’s bowl with enough medicinal broth.

“Looks like boasting has quite a long history. Is this Emperor boasting about the only Emperor Wanli? I’ve never heard of any others.” Wangcai looked at me as he spoke.

Rin secretly let out a breath. For a few seconds just now, he had genuinely feared that the driver might suddenly get out of the car.

All at once, crimson flames burst outward from the resurrection point with a bang, forming a ring of fire more than ten meters wide. The entire City of Overflowing Light flared brilliantly, and hundreds of players were killed instantly.

“Look carefully. He still hasn’t stopped moving.” Aojun was somewhat displeased, though he still felt he had not had enough fun.

After thinking it over, he replied only to Bieli. It was not that he was being negligent; explaining everything to each person individually would waste too much time. It would be more convenient to have the person in charge of National Beauty, Heavenly Fragrance explain matters instead.

He suddenly understood. Zhao Xiaochen’s situation was actually much the same as his own, so he might as well help him along.

But after An was attacked by a wild man-bear, he managed to drive it away, though he himself was seriously wounded. As for how he had been rescued, he had no idea. When he woke, he was already in a farmer’s house, and supposedly it had been an idiot who saved him.

The family had no idea what to do. Assuming it was a sudden illness, they sent for Xiaomei, but even Xiaomei could not determine what was wrong. Recently, rumors had been spreading through the village that Xiaomei’s husband had returned home and that the couple was making preparations to divorce.

The harder Lingyue tried not to think about it, the more intense his curiosity toward her became. To be honest, he also felt a little envious and yearned for such a thing. Who in this world would not wish to possess the power to summon wind and rain?

Douglas cast an irritated glance in that direction. When he saw that the speaker was Marcos, ranked fourth on the combat power list, his gaze smoothly drifted upward, and he raised his head to look at the birds instead.

The entire rain shelter began to tremble from the impact. The Demon of Heaven and Duke Gloucester exchanged a glance, both wearing puzzled expressions, as though wondering where else, apart from this place, such a tremendous disturbance could have come from.

An Azure Martial Duel was a contest between two parties who had signed an Azure Martial Decree, with the ownership of a certain treasured territory placed as the wager.

Because of Su Bei’s formidable reputation, no one dared to be late. Even the latest-arriving student reached the school five minutes before the gates were locked.

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In that single instant, countless thoughts flashed through Shen Qingqing’s mind. She had even already considered what should be done after her death.

Su Qingyi froze when she heard this. She had seen refugees before; most of them came from families that had suffered calamity, leaving their homes shattered and their relatives dead.

Once the Worldly Colossus Serpent completed the connection between its head and tail, its aura surged violently in an instant. The scales covering its body gradually split apart, while its shattered head rapidly repaired itself.

He first swept the man with a casual glance, then looked at Mo Li with a lecherous expression, staring especially at her most magnificent features until drool began to drip from his mouth.

“What does it have to do with you? Even if the rain gets heavier, I can take care of the two children. Besides, they’re about to start nursery school. How much time can taking them there and bringing them home possibly take?” Silly Zhu replied gloomily.

Zhu Jinan had no secrets from her, and she likewise had no secrets from Zhu Jinan—apart from certain matters concerning this world.

The two ministers were veteran statesmen devoted to the realm. They knew exactly how much grain and fodder the Ming army currently possessed, as well as the size of its fuel reserves. If it had been summer, burning through the forest and returning to the Great Ming would not have been impossible. But the rivers were frozen now, making a return impossible.

This time, it was not merely Yang Xiao who could no longer listen. Even the die-hard fans surrounding him had had enough.

Viewed from the opposite angle, those two members of the Western Sect had simply taken the wrong path. They kept talking about how magnificent they would make the Pure Land of Bliss after attaining sainthood, and how powerful their followers would become after joining the sect, yet they contributed nothing whatsoever to the human world itself.

With that, Junyue shook violently. He then saw Junhang walk over to his wheelchair, lift it with one hand, and come toward him.

Aimo was equally baffled, but then he suddenly saw what appeared to be a human figure flash through the pitch-black space. With no time to say anything more, Aimo charged straight into the cavern.

During these recent matches, he had deliberately asked Liu Liang of Jianfeng to arrange a battle between him and Ye Xiaowan. That was exactly what Liu Liang had wanted as well.

When Yang Xiao left Qinghe for Chang’an, Sister Sun had told him this secret. Yang Xiao knew that she had been willing to reveal a secret she had kept buried in her heart for so many years because she was worried about him.

Dongfang Wei presumably would not come up with any other ideas. Even if he did, things would no longer be as easy as they were now. Ye Xiaowan was already wondering whether, in the future, she should send Dongfang Wei to the Ye family or to the Evil King’s Residence.

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“Hmph, only a ghost would believe you. You and Sister Xiang definitely have something going on. If you won’t tell me, I’ll go ask Sister Xiang.” Mu Xueqi spoke up.

Around the ninth year of the Chongzhen era, when Lu Xiangsheng and Hong Chengchou had chased Li Zicheng until he was left with little more than a pair of trousers, the rebel forces led by Li and the Shanxi merchants were at their closest. The several years that followed marked the honeymoon period between the two sides.

With Ice Phoenix in the mid lane, he completely suppressed Tang Hao. It even shattered Tang Hao’s plan to provide support for the bottom lane in the later stages.

As time passed, the 512 Incident drew nearer, yet the Bashe System had not analyzed much data related to a possible earthquake in Sichuan. Sichuan might indeed have shown certain anomalies, but if the volume of data and the matching rate were not high enough, it was impossible to make a reckless judgment about a disaster.

“How about it? Still dare to act arrogant?” This time, Lin Zhuo bit Hameng’s ear. His touch was exceptionally gentle and overflowing with affection, leaving Hameng’s soul drifting in a haze.

Along with the sound, the sixth-level Qi Refining cultivator was battered into a sorry state by the attack talisman and suffered serious injuries.

That worked out perfectly. Long Jianfei had originally intended to cut and reconnect the lines. Although troublesome, it would have had some effect. Now he no longer needed to go to such lengths.

“Zhao Xianguang again.” Long Jianfei curled his lips and smiled. At that moment, his son must still have been standing by the window, watching everything that was happening here. Yet he had said nothing, which meant that the other man knew Long Jianfei would not dare touch the old man. Naturally, even if he had allowed him to act, Long Jianfei still would not have done so.

It was an army of Heavenly Spirits, surging forward like an iron-forged flood. It advanced with overwhelming grandeur, making the wasteland tremble and sending clouds of dust billowing into the air.

Leng Xingyue and the others felt the terrifying suction from beneath them vanish in an instant. The vital energy and elemental force that had been dragging their bodies downward surged back upward. Yet with their energies rushing violently for a moment, their bodies soon became numb.

Seeing this, the foreign cultivators who had previously strutted about arrogantly had completely lost their former swagger. Each of them wore a gloomy expression.

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