47 Myriad Lives and Diverse Destinies

...All of his martial arts foundation originated from the Buddhist sect. Having committed a grave mistake in the past, he betrayed the sect to evade punishment. He spent thirty years fleeing for his life before finally arriving and settling down in the Great Wushan Mountains.

Qingdie took her sword and walked over to sit to one side; she would never show her fondness for the Fire Phoenix Sword in front of Xia Liu.

Broken Dragon Ridge is a hill located in the northwest corner of Shuangqing City. Seen from afar, it resembles a dragon's head pinned down by a massive boulder, hence the name Broken Dragon Ridge.

This was quite awkward. Kill him? You lack the necessary authority. Don't kill him? You've already made the statement, so where would you put your face in the future?

Despite these thoughts, Wei Qingcheng still rested against Qifeng's chest, allowing his hand to support her bottom without running away.

With a flick of his mind, a wisp of his divine sense pierced through the red silk. Upon inspection, he discovered it was an oil painting depicting an aquatic plant life of lotus flowers in a pond.

"We are under someone else's roof and have to bow our heads, but what on earth should we do next?" Song Tianba was completely at a loss.

Linda looked into Qifeng's eyes, trying to find any evidence of him putting up a front, but it was all in vain. Qifeng's gaze was calm and confident—the kind of expression worn only when one completely overmatches an opponent.

With such a fierce fight taking place, it actually failed to wake the nanny downstairs. One could only conclude that the room's soundproofing was excessively good, which wasn't necessarily a good thing either.

It was also due to Zhao Ming's good fortune, and the police possessed vastly superior channels for tracking people that a private detective agency simply could not match. Even so, it still took them three full days to gather all the information regarding Xia Ri and present it to Rong Chengyao.

Speaking of private villas, she only just realized that she seemed to have never set foot in Nangong Ye's private domain.

Sure enough, the effect was exceptional. Now that the Artisan God had tasted a single drop of Moonlight Brew, he would likely consider his previous fine wines as good as garbage.

Dou Luo was somewhat dumbfounded. She had already spent well over a million, yet this card had not popped up a single prompt for insufficient balance. How could Dou Luo not be curious?

Asking her to kill people was one thing, but now she was expected to help destroy an entire dynasty? You must be joking, right? How could anyone do such a thing?

As his voice faded, Xing Quan spread his wings wide and flew straight up to Feiyuan Mountain in full view of more than two thousand people, immediately eliciting gasps of astonishment from the crowd.

Rong Chengyao had always been disinclined to bother with people unrelated to him, but Liu Mingyao was his second grandfather's eldest daughter-in-law, his cousin's wife. No matter how displeased he was, he could not afford to give her the cold shoulder completely.

The young man pushed the swing higher and higher. Listening to the little plump girl's silvery, bell-like laughter, his face brimmed with doting affection as he exerted himself again and again to send the swing ever higher.

"This official is here to make an arrest. Call Hua Fu out; you cannot make the decisions on this matter." Yang Pan raised his eyes to appraise the man and said indifferently.

"My god, what is that thing!" Dogis exclaimed, his tone trembling slightly.

"Oh, there are quite a few good things here." Feng Xi opened her storage bag, raised an eyebrow, and spoke.

However, Alfred did not look back as he headed toward the western altar. Faint sounds of weeping drifted from behind him. Alfred's figure paused slightly, and he let out a soft sigh. Without further hesitation, he quickened his pace; if they failed to find a way to stop the evil god, their clansmen and this entire world would be destroyed.

One must know that most of these people were only high school graduates, and having such an opportunity was already quite fortunate.

The joint strike of the two brothers offered not the slightest resistance in the face of the white hole torrent. It caused their expressions to change drastically as their bodies rapidly retreated, for the white hole torrent was already crashing directly toward them.

Bian Ji was tempted at first, and now he had begun to act. The twin sisters exerted every means of temptation precisely to make Bian Ji move; if he refused to move, he could never enter the illusion. Yet the moment he moved, he took step after step toward the abyss of the illusion.

Yan Keran pulled Yun Xuan tightly into his arms. Feeling the warm droplets of water trickle onto the back of his hand, his own eye sockets grew moist. A thousand words ultimately melted into a deep and sufficiently warm embrace. A husband's torso should serve as his wife's reliance, even if she was a princess.

The shadow could be understood as the three corpses of the supreme Patriarch Hongjun, or as his own demonic nature. Once demons gain power, they operate according to demonic logic, which consequently influences the flow of destiny.

Third Brother Huang ignored the crowd entirely and walked straight over, without performing any flashy maneuvers like Wu Yun.

Left with no other choice, she had to get up and make a trip to the washroom, splashing cold water on her face to help herself calm down slightly.

The eldest young master of the Eastern Township Marquis Manor had lost so miserably. Right now he was drunk and his gambling urge had flared up; when he sobered up later, let's see what he would do.

Facing Tai Heng, who was now within arm's reach, Jiashu, who had previously been exceptionally resolute, suddenly had no idea what to do. At this moment, he was forced to ponder a question: could everything Tai Heng had said possibly be false?

The dazzling wings of light manifested their true form, transforming into two huge blades of light that swept horizontally from both sides toward the Circle of Rationale sitting high upon the throne. Simultaneously, the burning chariot of wind and fire transformed into a spiral spearhead, slamming fiercely into the Circle of Rationale at that very instant.

Xiang Pang was left dumbfounded; even with the brain of a top graduate from Beijing University, he couldn't process it. He simply had no idea what this bald man was talking about—rationality and irrationality, what did that have to do with being fat? Besides, he didn't consider himself a perfectionist who demanded absolute rationality in all things.

The sword light and the giant gale engulfed the two of them as well. Bathed in this wave of attacks, more than two-thirds of the dark cloud-like Demon race army had already vanished. A massive explosion and soaring flames raged across the area, and amid the billowing smoke, wisps of deathly aura drifted out. Was Modesi's profound meaning also directed at the Demon race?