Volume 1, Chapter 21: Three Requests and Three Declines, Old Zhu Leaves the Palace

Moroluo truly felt as though he alone remained sober while the rest of the world was drunk, and his terror of Lin Feng grew increasingly intense. This monster was simply not human; he dared to defy even a peerless genius like Guang Chengzi, so who else in this world did he even consider worth noticing?

However, the combat power unleashed by that punch just now was at least sixteen times that of a perfect Silver-level.

Zhao Changlou understood perfectly and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, though it felt a bit forced due to his underlying nervousness.

Uncle Zhou could tolerate others speaking ill of him, but if anyone dared to say that the Ancient Immortal Emperor had any flaws, he would risk his life to fight them; even suggesting that the Ancient Immortal Emperor’s belongings were flawed was strictly forbidden.

The creatures of Earth now firmly believed that even the legendary immortality could be achieved through technological means.

Since the broadcast of "Princess Pearl" on Jining Satellite TV, the sales of Anlishan Mineral Water in China had risen sharply, surpassing Anli Mineral Water to become the second-best-selling mineral water company in the country.

Although it was only a short segment, or rather, merely a single "point" of repair for a larger loss.

Ever since Li Shengxuan regained her memories, she had told Tang Rao that the Gu family, led by the family head Gu Zhentian, was among those who had killed her entire family to seize the talisman. It was Gu Zhentian himself who had taken the lives of her parents.

Once the two had finished discussing their plan, Nian Yu entered from the door with a wretched grin on his chubby face that made one want to kick him.

Thinking this, Han Chengtian and I gradually approached the outskirts of the county town. As we reached this point, the somber atmosphere intensified dramatically. Even though it was the middle of the night, the town still seemed somewhat bustling.

"I... I think I'll pass. I'm still living under someone else's roof myself; even if I wanted to jump ship, I'd need my boss's permission first," Zhang Jian said, shaking his head directly.

"No matter what, Shen Jin and I will face this together. This time, I won't leave again, nor will I run away. I will take the initiative to face them and convince my parents to accept Shen Jin," Li Ling said.

The Witch Tribe was formed from the essence and blood left behind after the death of the Great God Pangu. They possessed no primordial spirits (with the exception of the Twelve Ancestral Witches), nor did they cultivate them, yet their physical bodies alone were not weaker than the practitioners of any other race in heaven and earth.

At this moment, the sound of sirens approached from afar. Before long, a police motorcycle and a white police car came roaring over and stopped in front of everyone.

The two of them flicked their white-armored beast tails, and with faces so ugly they reached the depths of their souls, they turned and walked toward the center of the island.

"If you really want it, if you are feeling very uncomfortable, I can give it to you. It doesn't matter," Su Ran said, accommodating me.

This continent was desolate in the extreme. As far as the eye could see, there was only endless yellow sand whistling past. Not a trace of life existed, and violent primordial energy surged across the land.

"Your third brother's wife is inside. Go on in," Zhang Ning said with a smile that suggested her scheme had succeeded, her gaze fixed directly on him.

After Zhao Donglai came before this group and squatted down, he took the initiative to pick up a black battle robe.

The others were already waiting outside. If he ate more at home now, he would surely keep them waiting for a long time. Cai Yan must have thought of this, which is why she prepared so many pastries for him.

Gu Chao did not want Mother Song to know too much about Jiang Chi and Xu Siyan, so he temporarily held his tongue.

A roar of extreme regret echoed in his heart. His cheek, having been struck hard by a palm, gradually swelled, and blood flowed from his nose and mouth.

Qiao Qiao was puzzled. She hadn't done anything yesterday, so how had her livestream gained so many viewers overnight?

Even though all the soldiers were still making an effort, constantly pouring their strength onto the Behemoth giants and blood bats.

Once Qin Xinghan heard this, he agreed without a second thought. Although the monkey was just a monkey, he was like a half-immortal figure; receiving his guidance was a blessing earned over many lifetimes.

Song Qingge's personality was not one to accompany relatives on outings. Xu Siyan was absolutely certain that Song Qingge had lied just now.

After adapting for a full two or three minutes, he pushed the large drawer shut, his body somewhat stiff as he walked toward the wall, took down a white lab coat, and draped it over his naked body.

Chen Yang wanted to laugh. He knew very well that, in a sense, Earth was just like the world of immortal cultivation: a place where the weak are meat and the strong eat, and only the fittest survive.

As for Zi Huang and Ye Xinghen, they had always fought two against one, picking on the weak. A white silk ribbon coiled toward the person who had rolled out earlier, while Zi Huang dragged his blade forward, the light of the steel flashing as they engaged in close-quarters combat.

A-Jiu shook her head, "What I am entrusting to you is a matter of life and death, and it cannot afford any mistakes. Only you can do this for me." As she spoke, she took out the jade talisman her mother had left behind.

Ning Qinguan couldn't help but laugh as she looked at the man, her mind inexplicably drifting to Li Xiao-Han.

The other party sneered at her, then pretended that nothing had happened and went off to talk to Director Fang Yang about something.

"The weak will always be the weak. If you dream of challenging the path of the strong, first make yourself strong enough," the Dark Emperor said from somewhere, his back turned.

He looked like a madman, firing fireballs one after another, his staff waving continuously as he bombarded the body of the BOSS.

Those who were driven out were all Great Profound Masters or students who had just stepped into the realm of Profound Emperor.

Mother Xia also managed a company; the business world was like a battlefield—a single moment of carelessness could result in a fatal blow from an opponent.

"I also did not expect to cross paths with Daoist Yongming," the Wild Daoist said to Daoist Yongming.

For the next two days, whenever it was time for a meal, Lu Xu would send someone to call her, and eventually, it became a habit.

Contrary to Nuan Nuan's expectations, Director Zhao Chen simply nodded slightly and shifted the topic to something else.