Volume One, Chapter 35: Subduing the Ghost General

"To think that blade technique could reach such a level—a Grandmaster!"

Daoist Zhang looked as if he had lost his mind, his face flushed with excitement as he kept muttering, his eyes filled with reverence. Suddenly, he stood up and began gesturing wildly, shouting, "This is what a true Grandmaster of supernatural techniques is!"

He himself was nowhere near the level of a Grandmaster, but what exactly was a Grandmaster? They were those who had honed their supernatural skills to the absolute limit, their techniques bordering on the divine. In the world of supernatural powers, there was only one way to become a Grandmaster: the power of your technique had to reach a specific threshold. Previously, when Chen Qing praised Daoist Zhang as a master of lightning-type supernatural powers, he...

Especially in high-security sectors like Eagle Aerospace, where spacecraft could be the first to apply room-temperature superconductors.

"Then I’ve come to the right place. Brother Yuan, how many surgeries do you have today?" As a senior student, Lin Yuan took the initiative to greet him; Lu Cheng couldn't just let the conversation die, as that would appear too cold and unfeeling.

No one knew who the Master of the Pavilion was; they only knew that the Falling Flower Pavilion had appeared out of thin air and vaulted to become the top assassin guild.

Hearing this question, Lin You and Zhu Queguang both looked up, mostly because Lu Cheng’s performance today had been truly showy.

The ice blade struck the dragon's head directly. The dragon's stone-colored eyes suddenly shifted, and a beam of purple light erupted from its wide-open maw.

Ye Ziqing was left dizzy by his words, but if Youxue was painted by herself, why would she lie to him?

The fall was truly heavy, leaving a large bruise on Su Luoyu’s waist, yet she insisted on coming along to see for herself.

Consider last night: when Li Minghuan, the founding Duke of Yishui, went to pursue that escaped Hu Kingdom spy, there must have been no shortage of guards around him, right?

After saying this, the smile vanished from her face. She made a call to the security department, and two guards immediately walked over from outside the courtyard.

However, he was in no mood to pay attention to the buzzing alarm. Instead, he stared intently at the row of pipes below, which were covered in a large patch of molten material from the nuclear battery.

"I only want you dead! Can you give me that?" A cold sentence interrupted the battle between the two angels.

Wu Pin and Jin Wuyan both closed in on Di Yusheng, their cultivation aura radiating; they were significantly stronger than him.

After Xiao Feng killed him, he stripped off the flight wings and picked up the laser gun.

Having experienced the dream, Qi Xuanyi seemed to have seen many things. Those incredibly realistic scenes and the bone-deep pain would only make him stronger. Now, the Qi family loomed over him like a behemoth; if he were to resist them by force, he would surely die, and his mother, Zhao Mengru, would be harmed as well.

The old man felt reluctant. This was his last time scamming someone; after this, he would have to listen to the blind man and switch to sawing trees in the forest to sell wood. The blind man had told his fortune: if he didn't change professions, he would either die on the streets or in prison—and he’d have to use a cane before he died.

It wasn't just the three people in the car; even the man with the middle-part hairstyle and his two lackeys were stunned. This guy had just stepped out of Shen Binan's car, right? He was a bodyguard, right? He was betraying his boss, right?

Long Qingtian began refining pills, moving with ease and proficiency. This cauldron significantly enhanced the quality of the pills.

"Speak clearly, don't waste time," Ding Yuan said. His five fingers tapped on the table in a rhythmic, measured beat. *Tap, tap, tap*—each sound reflected his current mood, which could explode into a storm at any moment.

When Lan Mei heard Xiao Feng threaten to kill Ye Wudi, she couldn't help but look speechless.

Arriving outside the military tent, the camp was already blanketed in silver. The faint moonlight added a layer of chill to the already solemn atmosphere.

Huang Jun said helplessly, "You see the situation now; it seems all the leads have been cut off. If we don't take a risk, I fear this matter will never be cleared up."

Ran Sinian jumped out of bed, ignoring the fact that he was bare-chested in reality, and chased all the way to the villa gates, just in time to see Rao Pei'er’s left leg retreat into the car as she was about to close the driver-side door.

Only then did Ran Sinian realize that Qu Zichong had passed this task on to Fan Xiao, which explained why there were no results until today.

Nie Tian’s voice was thunderous and unreserved; when he first stepped into the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm, he had condensed eight star-phenomena.

"Damn it, I'll risk it." The driver gritted his teeth, started the car, and began to inch forward. It was slow, but every step forward brought a glimmer of hope.

"Heh, Mr. Holkes, I have already recognized what kind of blade this is," Nangong Zhenhua said with a faint smile, lifting his white-haired head to look into Holkes's eyes.

"Is the situation this time very serious?" To distract herself, Youyi braced herself to speak with Ladas.

Hearing him say this, I immediately agreed with his suggestion. In the trade of transporting corpses, it is said that cinnabar is used to seal the seven orifices of the body to prevent evil spirits from possessing it. As the saying goes, the mouth and nose are the entry and exit points for breath; as long as the seven orifices are blocked, ghosts and evil spirits cannot enter the corpse.

The next second, those sacred runes transformed into terrifying palm prints that collided with one another, causing the cave to shake violently. The destructive power brought by those colliding runes was immense, exceeding even the destruction caused by battles between Immortal Venerables.

"Could it be, could it still be in the villa? Is it that the police are incompetent, or that the cameras were hidden too well, so they didn't find it?" Bai Yifeng said, showing no respect for Qu Zichong, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

The tone of Kong Huan became increasingly restless. The more Lin Tong feared, the calmer she became.

But the army didn't matter at all, did it? As long as my ideal is realized, do the Orcs still need an army?

Two days passed, and Lin Hao still couldn't obtain the third stage of the Dao Heart. However, after two days of effort, his internal energy had become more solid, and even with his vast power, his reach had extended to a range of seven thousand miles.

Shen Li’s mind raced. In an instant, he recalled rumors in the army that the Prince of Xiang had recently summoned alchemists repeatedly and performed several rituals.

Jia Huan held his breath. He looked at Daiyu's exquisite and beautiful face, which was slightly flushed in her sleep. Then he looked at Xiangyun, who wasn't even still while sleeping, her arm as white as a lotus root exposed. He smiled and quietly retreated.

Below the Empress, she was the highest-ranking consort! With the sounds of killing and artillery echoing through the palace, even the most die-hard supporters of Empress Yang had to obey orders.

Kikuchi Makoto was reprimanded and walked to the sidelines with her head lowered. She pursed her lips and frowned; if she was sad, it was certainly true, but her heart was filled more with self-reflection, wondering what she had done poorly in her acting and what exactly the "feeling" the director had mentioned earlier was.