Volume 1, Chapter 59: From a Single-Track Mind to a Dead End on Both Ends

Having just recovered a fraction of his composure, Yang Pu could not help but shrink back in terror once again upon hearing Zhu Quan's interrogation.
How should he answer?
Nod?
Although Zhu Yuanzhang had granted them the right to discuss state affairs, that right extended only to discussion.
With no scholarly honor and no official rank, they had dared to form a faction and openly coerce the court.
Most crucially, the person they were demanding the court release was a traitor...

However, to her surprise, Soga’s attitude turned out to be completely different from what she had imagined. After merely casting a slight glance at the Elf Soul and the Wrath of the God of Fire at the very outset, he coldly took his leave, leaving her with no way to continue. Could it be... that Soga simply did not desire these things?

"Not bad at all. Didn't they go through untold hardships to transport them all the way to Henan just to make a fortune?" A sneer played at the corners of Hu Qing's mouth.

Glancing back and forth between the faces of Soga and Nicole for a moment as if pondering something, the mysterious eccentric finally shook his head and said, "Very well, regardless of anything else, I still want to thank you for the information you've provided. Let us part ways here!" With those words, the mysterious swordsman cupped his fists once more and turned to leave.

"Crack! Crack..." Finally, accompanied by a series of crisp snapping sounds, the crystal web that bound Roger's limbs and joints broke, strand by strand. Suspended in midair, Roger finally regained his freedom, as a faint blood-red glow enveloped his body, silently rippling outward.

A single sentence caused the tea in Li Pingfan’s mouth to spray out. Staring in astonishment at the burly man before him, Li Pingfan could hardly fathom that such words could come from his mouth. He glanced at the man’s younger brother, feeling an intense chill creep into his heart, and hurriedly got up from his seat to leave.

Romen embraced her from behind, his heart once more surging with passion at the sight of her graceful curves.

Those players who spent their days mingling on the battlefield possessed nothing more than higher honor. Such honor could be exchanged for better equipment, higher-tier martial arts manuals, or the ability to make NPC soldiers obey their commands, not to mention using it to sway the tide of battle.

The General of Pacification did not move an inch. His first-rank official robe, inherently martial and imposing, now carried a majesty that made it difficult for anyone to look upon him directly.

"Don't move. Do you think legendary ancient artifacts are that easy to control?" The next moment, her voice shifted tone once more, becoming far steadier and deeper than before.

Greer’s reply was utterly brazen. He spoke his mind directly, leaving it up to the middle-aged man whether to answer or not; and if he refused to answer, destroying the body to leave no trace would be a rather fine alternative anyway.

The will of the Fire Dragon was his own will. As he continually strode forward, the temperature emitted by the Fire Dragon grew increasingly scorching. The entire space endured the fiery roast, appearing as though it were shattering, yet simultaneously reforming.

Xu Guang poked his head out, gazing at Xu Tian with an expression brimming with adoration, his face radiating hero worship. Xu Tian reached out, patted Xu Guang on the head, and smiled warmly.

"Ha! I have no qualification to speak to you in such a manner? Do you truly regard yourself as a pinnacle Holy Lord?" The Ancient Hidden Body wore a look of displeasure, terrifying black radiance surging within his eyes, chilling to the extreme.

The starry domain manifested around Xu Tian's body, yet he discovered that he was completely bound by space; his starry domain and Heart of Time Dao were utterly incapable of tearing through the void.

This outcome filled everyone's hearts with terror. How formidable was Yan Guihong's strength, yet he suffered a miserable defeat at the hands of an ordinary Daoist? No wonder the other party dared to be so disdainful; even if the ruler of the Great Yan Divine Dynasty arrived in person, he would still be able to remain completely unfazed.

At this moment, Wusheng could not even fully control his body formed of mist; with a muffled pop, it billowed apart, and the objects still fluttering around him crashed and clattered to the ground as they lost their supporting force.

Before joining a faction, heroes were known as untamed heroes; even if they established a faction of their own, they remained untamed. Once they joined a faction, however, they became the heroes of that specific faction.