Volume 1, Chapter 143: A Single Blade Pierces a Monstrous Lie; Murderous Intent Lurks Beneath the Magistrate's Gavel!

However, she also didn't want these fleas to continue jumping around blindly without self-awareness, so Ruan Ying didn't expose them.

The instant Chesia lost her grip and let go, the magic vanished, while Hit lunged fiercely toward Broly, unleashing his strongest strike. A purple light streaked across instantly. Boosted by Time-Skip, Hit's attack surpassed the visual limits of everyone present, as well as the perception of their ki.

Meanwhile, Wen Zhan, who put forward feasible suggestions for the future development of Chonghui Studio, believed that IP adaptation was indeed a major trend.

"Old Liao was burned to death. Yesterday was his turn for night watch," Leng Jingqiu reported the casualties to Peng Ruofei.

"Why don't we have that carver carve out the entire map and see?" Puyang Ze couldn't bear to see any expression of worry on Yun Lingjing's face, so he directly reached out and gently smoothed away the wrinkles between her brows.

"Crack!" Liu Zhuang couldn't bear to watch any longer, and his ears couldn't stand Wu Chuanjia's wails either. He stepped up, grabbed Wu Chuanjia's shoulders, and with a forceful heave of both hands, popped the dislocated arm back into place.

Therefore, I don't know much about our Zhongzhou Iron-Blood Guard headquarters. Might I trouble Brother Ling to explain it to me?

"So Lady Jian's martial arts were taught by your family? No wonder!" Guyi'er curled her lips, making no effort to conceal her disappointment.

She feared that if word of this were to spread, it would lead to their downfall and total destruction at the hands of martial arts sects and aristocratic families like the Liyan Sect and the Wei family.

"Aah!" Wu Chuanjia had never been subjected to such treatment before. Slinging his two numb arms, he instantly knelt up straight.

After absorbing the energy within the divine core, this fellow instantly summoned a stag beast from the beast seal.

In the end, Su Yu still wrote a second letter. The second letter was sent out, and as expected, the response he received was still a rejection from Zongliao. Only this time, the rejection was extremely concise, as if they were either too lazy to respond or had nothing left to say.

Su Yu slashed at the colorful ribbons several times in succession, but it still had no effect, leaving him with no choice but to shift from offense to defense and retreat a few steps in a hurry.

Although this news had not yet spread far, the men he sent to keep watch on the Shen Residence had seen it all too clearly.

Besides, President Qian was not deaf, nor was he blind. He had clearly heard the general gist of what young master Liao had been saying to the other party over the phone.

The streets were in utter chaos at the moment, with everyone fearing for their lives, when suddenly a massive rabbit came careening down the avenue, and then—whoosh—the rabbit vanished.

"Someone come here!" roared a rough voice, and a middle-aged man in his thirties immediately appeared before him.

Because Siyin had once accidentally let it slip, Shangu had been dragged into the virtual world by Ouyang Xingqi and given a severe beating.

"I'm right here." Just as he was filled with doubt, a voice that chilled him to the bone suddenly rang out right beside his ear.

"To style our hair like this, classmate Xie Yingying, Li Xiao, and I specially watched tutorial videos to learn!" Xiao Shiejian said with a beaming smile.

The grand and stirring operation of the Celestial Squad ended hastily amid tragic explosions. Apart from Shi Tian and Wei Zeqiang, the entire squad was wiped out.

As for the Hundred Refinements Sect... their situation was passable. With three Star Xuan realm experts holding down the fort and over thirty Spirit Origin cultivators, they had a total of forty people. Reaching this point was already an extraordinary feat.

"I suddenly thought of something just now. Doesn't our classmate Gao Wei play support pretty well? We could call him tonight," Zhang Xin said with a serious expression on his part.

It was obvious that they should have arrived long ago, merely waiting for him and Duan Longyu to wear each other out in a mutual defeat; otherwise, it would have been impossible for them to appear right at this moment.

He had comprehended the Blood-Slaying Saber Seed only after slaughtering countless living beings. If it were to sprout and advance to the Innate Realm, a massive slaughter would likely be required.

The speaker was the team leader of this operation, named Thomas Bond, a mid-level tenth-tier evolver with terrifying combat prowess, undefeated across the starry skies within the mid-level life realm.

This was a dilapidated temple—tall and magnificent, yet decayed and ruined. A rich medicinal fragrance drifted through the surroundings, suggesting that a vast quantity of pills might have once been stored here, leaving behind a lingering scent that refused to dissipate.

Cold sweat dripped in torrents down Lin Wei's forehead. If the distance remained too great, the purple-light cannons equipped on the aircraft would pose no threat to the opponent whatsoever; only by getting close enough could they unleash their true effectiveness.

After all, when Gu Shitian originally handed the Nine-Turn Immortal Demon Art over to Liang Yu, he had mostly been entertaining a tentative, wait-and-see attitude.

Could the Netherworld of the East have been established at a later time? Could the person before his eyes actually be the ancient entity from primordial times?

Meanwhile, Matsumoto Kiyomasa was utterly engrossed, his fists clenching involuntarily as he felt the old scars on his face begin to prickle with a dull, phantom pain.

Zhao Wan slapped left and right dozens of times, then grasped the tail and spun it around above her head. After a few rotations, she let go.

Immediately afterward, several beams of holy light descended, and the Holy Light Church within the city began to mobilize, all of them having received divine empowerment.

First, make sure whether he is in his right mind, or else if you die at his hands, there won't even be anywhere to seek justice.

A furry black hand could be seen in the square wall opening, its skin covered in wrinkles resembling old tree bark. Its five fingers clutched the ground, and its nails looked like steel hooks, presenting a terrifying sight.

Chen Zhengkui opened a box of cooling ointment and applied it generously to the swollen lump. His face had been bitten by a winged blood mole cricket, leaving his lips swollen like sausages, his mouth twisted to one side, and his speech somewhat slurred.