Volume 1, Chapter 23: Set for the Eighth Day of Next Month

Mo Yu only then realized he hadn’t introduced the key figures, so he paused to provide a brief introduction for both sides.

Faced with the orders of the Celestial Dragons, Sengoku was left with no choice; in the end, he had no alternative but to grant Doflamingo a seat among the Seven Warlords of the Sea to ransom back the Heavenly Tribute.

Following Guidak’s words, Nadal and Geralt said nothing more, merely turning their gazes toward Abel to show their support.

The meaning behind the man in the black robe had been made very clear previously, but what Yang Ju could not understand was this: with so many top-tier factions within Farewell Cliff, why did they single out the Shuiyuan Villa, a second-tier faction?

But if… Xu Mucheng was not with Yang Leman, then what was the deal with the child Yang Leman later had?

The one letting out that roar was none other than Charlotte Linlin, who had been sent flying into the distance by Qin Ge earlier. Her face was as hideous as a demon’s, blood stained the small of her back, and with disheveled hair, she stomped wildly on the ground, charging into the battlefield in a frenzy.

Although the handle of this battle-ax was still made of steel-wood, the new weapon felt significantly heavier than the original, leaving Drew to spend quite some time adjusting to its feel.

“You need allies in this Origin Realm now; just you and Yun Yi won’t be enough.” Qingshan shook his head; the truth that there is strength in numbers is just as important now as it ever was.

Yun Cang took a step forward and fell naturally, his figure submerging into the seawater with a heavy splash before disappearing from sight.

It was not just Lafitte; Tian had also slain a powerful soul beast, obtaining a red beast core.

Those three beings who were exactly like him felt incredibly strange, as if his body had suddenly grown several extra pairs of eyes and arms, much like the sensation of having three heads and eight arms.

The remark was subtle; the "Emperor" he referred to could be the former emperor, the current one, or perhaps a future sovereign.

After hearing this, Jiusi did not look down at her, but instead gazed at the glaring sky outside the window and said, “I have already entered this game; how could I simply retreat now? If I were to back out now, my father would surely die.”

Her stomach churned a few times, and Qiao Xueyi wrinkled her delicate nose in disgust. “Forget it, I’ll just wait until I can make some tools to catch fish.” The thought of eating everyone’s saliva was just nauseating.

“Although this old bull ruined the love between Miaoshan and Zhizunbao, you still came to save me. It truly touches this bull’s heart.”

Over the years, the imperial court had not been above secretly sowing discord among these great sects of cultivation.

Lin Yuanwai suddenly remembered that the immortal master with profound Daoist arts before him had helped him subdue the great demon, yet he had not offered any reward.

It was even taller than the Great Wall, for when they looked up at the sky, they could not even see where the mirror-like surface ended.

Su Ming held the microphone, and Yang Mi tilted her head slightly toward him as they both greeted the audience.

However, before Su Mu and his party had even stepped into the county limits, they felt a fierce, howling cold wind coming from the north—though there was no snow, it was laden with frost.

Someone immediately went to investigate, but Luo Qian and Xu Ruoqing had not yet gone to the hotel; they had entered a restaurant. They had been starving throughout the journey. Luo Qian did not want to eat noodles, and Xu Ruoqing wanted a change of pace, so the one they found was a Han Chinese restaurant.

An archaic, massive bell appeared in the void, and with what seemed to be a gentle tremor, it knocked Hou Yi’s divine arrow to the ground.

Upon hearing this, Long Ting’s face turned deathly pale. She looked at Long Ling in disbelief. “This isn’t true, how could it be? You’re lying to me, aren’t you…” As she spoke, she broke down in tears.

This style of fist fighting relies on direct strikes to achieve victory; there are no routines and no performative flair—it is pure utility, which is why very few people know of it.

In the eyes of Pliers, Scar’s straightforwardness was nothing more than brainless arrogance. How could he act like that? He should have used a sleeping potion.

But caught in a dilemma, Meng Qi did not want to waste this opportunity. Gritting his teeth and stamping his foot, he unleashed the mental storm once more, recklessly charging toward the fusion of essence fire and vital energy, ignoring the opponent’s desperate resistance as he dragged it toward the meridian.

“How is this possible! It must have been that foreman who framed me!” Because I knew the true background of that Daoist, I couldn't help but want to vent for him properly. So, I spat fiercely on the ground and said viciously.

They had seen the might of the formation when Haotian deployed it, but they had never witnessed its true power. At this moment, however, they immediately became solemn, watching intently.

As he spoke, Zhang Kuang tossed the copper plate he had just obtained to Qian-Dai Wuyue. By now, he had cleaned the mud off the plate, revealing its true appearance.

Luo Qian remembered clearly that when Muyun held him, the determination to perish together had made her expression look frighteningly fierce.

One must realize that even an ordinary navigator requires a certain amount of knowledge and extensive sailing experience, while an excellent navigator capable of predicting weather patterns must accumulate vast experience over many years; they are often older, and the exposure to wind and sun makes their appearance seem quite weathered.