Volume 1, Chapter 58: Beneath the Heavenly Retribution

With the final roll of thunder, that Managassor standing against the wind withered away in the lightning.

Never to be seen again.

The thunder and lightning finally dissipated, leaving behind only a mess all over the ground and a fully formed array.

"Deyong, did your mother go looking for Fuling's mother?" Old Master Lu asked. He had been wondering why his son suddenly made such a huge fuss; as it turned out, something had happened over at Cao Xiuhua's place.

Although the person who first discovered this tidal flat was Ye Han, the ones who had been living here long-term were these two.

Qin Miaoyu listened to these nonsensical words, glanced at the person in front of her, and then found them somewhat familiar, especially those eyes.

The Myriad Swords Sect had painstakingly acted like gold miners for quite a while, yet when it came to the Wind-Wielding Sect, the entire aesthetic changed completely.

Li Yang really wanted to try the seventh tier of the Vajra Art, as well as the fourth tier of the Nine Revolutions Infinite Art, which was the Wind-Wielding Sect's true attack-oriented mental cultivation method.

He looked toward Lou Qi, then toward Xu Siqing, and further at the two elders of the sect; their complexions at that moment were far from pleasant.

After all, given Liang Sixuan's current situation, if she were to know that Lu Qi'an, the man she married, was actually the Lu family member from Jincheng, her attitude toward her would most likely undergo a complete one-eighty-degree turn. Therefore, if Liang Sixuan did not want her "status" within the Liang family to be threatened, she would naturally not voluntarily disclose this news.

Lin Ran held her tighter, the kiss gradually deepening, parting her teeth, lingering and tender, tasting her fragrance and sweetness.

She took the last dish off the stove, turned off the heat, and turned her head to look outside, only to see Sun Hongmei rush in.

Pity that rogue cultivator, entangled by countless snakes, struggling, suffering, with particularly shrill screams of agony.

"Then I truly must thank you, big brother!" Zheng Qiang put on a look of profound gratitude, while inwardly cursing: *Screw you, you damn Brit, hurry up and get lost; this bastardly body odor is simply too foul.*

Just as Raymond remained caught in hesitation, the telephone on the desk suddenly rang. Seeing the number, Raymond gave a start, immediately stood up, and swiftly picked up the receiver to answer.

Chow Sing-chi was in the driver's seat, while Chu Wah-biu and the other two sat in the back, with Chu Wah-biu and Ma Jun tightly sandwiching Lai Yau-wai.

"Shouldn't we hire a carriage? A bit more expensive is fine, everyone would be much more relaxed." Walking along the road, Deyoulan noticed a problem.

Zheng Qiang looked at the three of them. Chan Ka-kui was the most severely injured, having taken five or six bullets, his bulletproof vest covered in dried bloodstains. Yet this fellow was practically immortal; even in such a state, he was still full of life and bouncing around.

Suddenly! The foremost Pegasus knight, who was about to engage in a direct head-on clash with Duan Jiang a moment later, raised his sword intending to deliver a downward slash, but unexpectedly came into contact with the ice cluster spinning rapidly around Duan Jiang, instantly freezing him solid into an ice sculpture.

Xiao Yan froze for a moment, suddenly realizing that he was displaying more and more emotional fluctuations in front of this imperial brother.

After regaining his senses, Hua Feng learned even more secrets concerning this wondrous ascending planet.

"Hmph! Do as you please!" With those words, the Chief bypassed Du Feng. Suddenly, after taking a few steps, the Chief paused, let out a sigh, uttered the name "Uncle Jiu," and then strode away without looking back.

However, the undead creatures on the bloody battlefield had no need to fear the threat of sunlight. This was because the skies above the bloody battlefield were perpetually shrouded in a layer of gray mist, said to be a protective measure deployed by the Lord of Demons, Satan, using supreme divine power.

"That accursed Huang Gengzhu, who knows what kind of madness has struck him? Where did his master ever wrong him? He had even shaved his hair and submitted. A single head is openly priced at five taels in the Ming realm—since when has a Ming soldier ever been a good thing? How could this dog of a slave actually believe such nonsense?" Yu Xuezhong spat a thick glob of phlegm toward the roadside, cursing with a trace of disgust.