Chapter 57: The Big Star Is Searching for His Moonlight

"Yueyue..."

The man on the ground half-squinted, reaching out toward Meng Shuyue as if looking through time at someone else, his eyes filled with lingering tenderness and tears.

Shen Jinxiao blocked the man's blatant gaze directed at his wife, patted the man twice on the chest so hard that the moment the man opened his mouth, he gagged and vomited a large amount of water.

"Who needs artificial respiration? A few pats like this work much better than a mouth!"

He delivered a palm strike like a heavy iron shovel—

"I'm sorry for making you wronged. I'll see you off." Su Yan's mood was extremely low.

Thinking of the cultivation world's rejection of the demon race, Qu Huizi couldn't help feeling a lingering fear. Fortunately, she had led the way from Daihe, overcoming all obstacles, and no one else had witnessed the moment the demonic energy overflowed.

Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Kai came over together, and seeing their master/sect leader in such a state, they panicked. Zhao Kai instinctively said, "I'll go find Brother Zhang." With that, he turned on his heel and bolted.

"Pfft~ Who told you I was getting a divorce? That thing online is just Zheng Ming hyping it up. You already know what kind of person Zheng Ming is, don't you? Lu Beichen doesn't even know what Zheng Ming looks like." Tang Wei couldn't help laughing, explaining to her best friend.

Because of what happened to his parents, Zhang Wuji actually didn't have much affection for some of the orthodox sects, but such was his nature that he held no grudges and felt indifferent. Instead, taking advantage of a free moment, he went to treat the injuries of the Huashan sect members and others.

Coupled with Wang Yishui's arrogant display of power just moments before, it gave them an immersive experience of intimidation.

Yet, considering that the two of them had only just met, and she had also been hostile toward him earlier in the restaurant—

The bronze men were cast entirely of solid brass, featuring only the outlines of facial features, and were powered by spirit stones and the primordial spirits of fierce beasts.

Although she couldn't guess Xiao Bei's next intention, there was probably no other way now to defuse the awkwardness.

This was asking her to spar with Jun Xiaoyao now—to duel the man who had swept away the four supreme prodigies and five top sect leaders single-handedly.

The very second Lin Mengxue was pushed out, a sheet of roaring flames carrying a large amount of burning debris fell down, completely blocking the doorway. Looking at the gap amid the blazing fire and watching Lin Mengxue weeping bitterly outside, I smiled slightly.

However, Jiang Qi did not stop this kind of competitive spirit. In the military, the strong always rule, and healthy rivalry is the best medicine to maintain combat effectiveness.

"Commoners?" Ye Haoyang seemed very surprised. "I really don't understand politics. Aren't only wealthy and powerful people able to become senators? Since when can commoners run for vice president?"

"So what if I am? What can you do to me? Others might not dare to say anything to you, but I dare! Come on and kill me!" Pan Yuhong said arrogantly to the master of the waning moon palace.

Gajeel was not someone with a good temper at this time. To be fair, even after joining Fairy Tail he didn't have a good temper, but back then Gajeel was even more hot-headed. Flipped off by the opponent's mockery, Gajeel immediately lashed out with an Iron Dragon Sword, which was effortlessly dodged by Misty.

Driven by the will to survive, they tore into each other frantically, each desperately wanting to swallow the other whole, as if only by consuming the other could they become complete.

"He's probably spotted another pretty girl," a cold sneer curled the corners of Chen Fanxing's mouth. The martial art practiced by that man, who looked somewhat like a snake demon, left him in a state of eternal, insatiable lust. Whenever he saw a pretty girl and failed to get his hands on her, his heart would itch with torment as if scratched by a cat.

Jiang Lan turned a corner into a building, pressed the elevator button, and slipped inside. By the time the agents reached the elevator, the digital display showed it had already ascended to the fifth floor.

The disciple pinned under the stare of those eyes couldn't help trembling and shouting, his face twisted to the absolute extreme. At this moment, he could feel that Elder Qixia even harbored a terrifying murderous intent toward him.