Volume 1, Chapter 40: I Am Not Inferior to Him

On the other hand, Wen Qiong grew even more exasperated at the sight of Penglai's appearance. She closed her eyes to shut out the annoying view. Yet, to be completely honest, was her inner self not also deeply jealous of Penglai?

"What gives me a headache right now is how to deal with the Empress Dowager," Xuanyuan Yun jue said with a troubled expression.

Although he recognized the treasure, he had never imagined that Bai Lixuan would actually be able to use it. After all, Bai Lixuan was only at the twelfth layer of Qi Condensation; the spiritual energy required to urge a superior magic treasure was simply beyond what he could sustain.

"The characteristics are quite obvious," Tang Ning said calmly, his gaze resting momentarily on Yuchi Xue's chest.

Zhang Fei had made up his mind yesterday. Although his elder brother had repeatedly instructed him not to be discourteous, the moment he spotted Kongming, he kept close behind him, monitoring his every move. If Kongming dared to leave again and try to hoodwink his elder brother, he would definitely intercept him. Should Kongming ignore his advice, a sound thrashing would be unavoidable.

Having heard Zi Wan's words, Lingxi collapsed limply to the ground, the very last shred of wishful thinking in her heart completely extinguished.

He Yan had been by Helian Ye's side for too long. For Helian Ye, seizing the imperial throne would be an effortless task; the only question that remained was whether his master even desired to sit upon it.

One could only fear that those women in the background would continue to cause endless commotions. Even Madam Yang the Elder would not easily allow Rong Zhan to marry them off to others. After all, those women were all her people, and by doing so, wasn't Rong Zhan openly slapping her in the face?

Hua Xiner could naturally read Liu Feng's thoughts, and she smiled faintly with a helpless gesture. Immediately stepping forward, she took hold of Guo Jia's wrists to feel his pulse.

"Aren't we senior brother and junior sister?" Penglai still tilted her head up, though inwardly she had already begun to mutter that this Senior Brother Feng didn't seem like much.

Qin Yichang walked side by side with me, looking straight ahead with a smile, his steps steady, showing no intention of speaking either. Instead, my heart relaxed; remaining silent was even better, as I truly had no idea what to talk to him about.

Gong Hu's exclamation, the howling of magical treasures, and the explosive roars of martial arts techniques reached her ears one after another. Her past life flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern.

Walking down the same road, they did not even have the chance to enter the cycle of reincarnation. Despite this, he did not dare to plead for himself any further, fearing that if he angered that person, the consequences would be even more harrowing than his current plight.

In the distance, the skeleton that had been relentlessly pursuing Gong Hu suddenly began to collapse upon itself. The white mist dissipated, and the shattered bones scattered across the ground, losing all semblance of a human shape.

Profound despair surfaced in Li Wuwei's eyes. At this moment, he could not even block a casual palm strike from Luo Hai.

Fanlu loved Baisu, yet she simply could not accept the reality of Baisu's death and her own inability to save him.

Right at that moment, an arrogant voice echoed from the doorway—it was Muse, who had led men in pursuit.

Upon entering the manor and seeing so many people who could not be cleared away, a sense of irritation welled up within her heart. Coupled with her recent exchange with Wanyi, it made her feel all the more that she had failed to accomplish anything properly, leaving her with an ever-growing pile of tangled troubles.

Donglan Jing smiled bitterly inwardly. Rongxi's dagger strike had been impossibly accurate, plunging squarely into the center of his chest without the slightest deviation. He couldn't even manage to exchange a few more words with her, a realization that filled him with boundless helplessness.

I looked at him, wondering what kind of heart truly beat beneath that smiling face. Was it a heart of loyalty or a heart of malice?

Yet, lingering around Huaiyang, Suhang, and Suzhou, there were still clever individuals to be found. Figures like Qian Gu simply chose to ignore Wang Wanzui and Shan Daozhen, knowing well enough that they were troublesome, if not entirely untouchable.

To put it simply, among the three siblings, aside from Yang Jiao, both Yang Jian and Yang Chan were destined for extraordinary achievements in the future. Only Yang Jiao was fated to die young according to his original destiny, though his fate had now been altered by Fang Xiaoyu, allowing him to survive.

"Watch me," Lingling scrambled back up, speaking with an air of self-importance before scurrying off toward Jia Jingqiu's room like an excited puppy.

The sand of the Tulunqi Desert could never be used to build houses; only the coarse gravel found at the very edges of the desert was suitable for construction.

Once he hauled himself up onto that step, he was completely drained of strength. With a heavy thud, he collapsed flat onto the stairs, discarding his sniper rifle as he lay there like a dead dog, panting heavily and raggedly.

Yet dimly, her figure appeared slender, her skin fair and delicate, and the wisps of hair framing her face carried a faint, refreshing fragrance.

"No, I was wondering where you're taking me." Lu Cheng's expression remained calm, his eyes filled with absolute indifference.

It must have been two brothers exploring some secret realm, where Zi Mu obtained the arcane method to summon the blood demon avatar, while Zi Yu secretly stole away the broken blade.

Ray Allen had forged the greatest achievement of his career. A brief celebration took place on the court, and Kobe also extended his blessings to this rival of over a decade.

It looked as though no one had set foot here for a very long time... Shi Shuiyue glanced around. Cobwebs were visible everywhere overhead, and the decorative vases, tables, and chairs near the entrance were thickly covered in dust.

Aware of the opponent's objective, Xu Hao no longer cared about conserving his stamina. He began trading blows furiously with Shiling, the two of them clashing fiercely, locked in a desperate, inch-by-inch tug-of-war right where they stood.

Scarface advocated for direct force; in their eyes, the local police station was nothing at all, and breaking in would be a simple matter. Using force matched Scarface's personality entirely, so it was hardly surprising that he would utter such words.

The Jiao-Tiger Gang and the Machina faction were locked in a stalemate. A force of over fifty Machina units created a well-matched equilibrium with the members of the Jiao-Tiger Gang concentrated on the West Coast, proving to be an exceptionally thorny situation.