Volume Two: Bandits Around Here - Notice of Absence

Taking a day off. Happy Lantern Festival to everyone!

There are seventy-two supreme thrones, and each one embodies a unique and singular power. The Throne of Slaughter represents slaughter.

"Xiner, could it be you?" The voice from behind the blue stone called my name, which truly gave me quite a start.

How could they possibly have found this world? The outer perimeter of this realm was isolated by layers of defensive formations—arrays set up by experts of the ancient era. How could they possibly penetrate these formations to reach this world?

However, for Fang Cheng, who had very little experience in martial arts competitions, this fellow who was clearly acting as a sparring partner to feed him moves was rather endearing.

Moyou Feng, enveloped by a protective barrier of thorny, ghostly radiance, unleashed one hundred percent of his strength without holding anything back, launching a desperate and frenzied assault on Jiang Tian.

If this deep crater had been created by the God of Thunder and the Goddess of Lightning, would that not mean the God of Thunder and Goddess of Lightning who pursued him in his dreams were real?

Had Ling Tianhu not intervened in the nick of time to protect the Ling family estate with his immense power, this magnificent residence would likely have been reduced to ruins.

"What is the matter?" the Blood-Winged Immortal asked. The moment he spoke those words, he had already bound his fate to Huo Xinchen—sharing glory and disgrace alike. If he could win Huo Xinchen's approval sooner, it would be a tremendous benefit to him.

In an instant, a vast, chaotic, and primordial energy surged and seeped into his limbs, bones, internal organs, and every inch of his flesh and blood.

Xu Qi did not grow angry at Xiao Yang's attitude. Instead, he simply uttered two words calmly, and a fiery red figure immediately dashed out from beside him. A violent aura of flames instantly swept across the entire Black Scale Arena.

On the way to An Zhichen's villa in the United States, Gong Shaoye happened to pass by a very famous dessert shop. Gong Shaoye knew that the chocolates here were exceptionally famous, boasting a history of over a hundred years.

"Furthermore, the Buddhist incantations were suppressing it before, but now even I have no idea what to do," Black Impermanence sighed. Previously, they had the monk Wuhua help suppress it, but he himself knew no secret Buddhist arts.

Taking a plane or a train requires an ID card, and Xia Fangyuan certainly would not take either of those. Perhaps she had already taken a long-distance bus to another city?

"Hehe, Yaoyao, you've muttered that goodness knows how many times. Your dad's ears are practically developing calluses from hearing it." Zhang Zhongzheng smiled slightly. Just at that moment, he happened to see Meng Yan stand up to go to the restroom, and a familiar back instantly caught his eye.

Until the very last garment fell to the floor, Zhao Huijie fell into complete despair. She stopped resisting and let the man vent his madness upon her body. A sharp pain from below made her bite her teeth shut, while an aching heart brought silent tears once more. Her tears were already cried dry; what flowed now were tears of blood.

Thinking back now, the exposure of Yue'er's identity was truly bizarre and reeked of deliberate orchestration. Yet, since Yue'er had already committed suicide by poison, all clues were now cut off. What on earth was to be done?

Feeling someone insistently trying to squeeze in between them, the two of them furrowed their brows and simultaneously turned their heads to look. Seeing that it was Zhang Qingshan, they each consciously shifted slightly to their respective sides, making room for Zhang Qingshan to sit, yet they still remained utterly silent.

The ancestors of the Li family were originally disciples of the Five Pecks of Rice Sect under Celestial Master Zhang. The Five Pecks of Rice Sect originated from Celestial Master Zhang, but later, because they used magic for evil and researched heterodox arts, they were completely exterminated by various major sects. However, the ancestors of the Li family managed to learn a few techniques that were passed down to this day.

Meng Yan instantly understood what this thing was: a Chiang-fa sorcery curse, and a relatively elementary one at that.