Chapter 53: The Beauty King's Caged Fish 11

"How dare you curse my Mermaid race?"

The guard raised his arm, pressing his long halberd against Dylan's neck, staring at him with a dark and vicious gaze.

Dylan did not move an inch. He merely raised his eyes lazily, speaking expressionlessly, "I belong to the Young Miss. Are you sure you want to lay a hand on me?"

The guard's heart tightened. The force in his grip on the halberd increased, yet he dared not inflict the slightest injury upon him.

He was a noble mermaid who had never held humans in his eyes, but this person was indeed somewhat—

Nie Xingchen flew into a rage, drawing his twin sabers and waving them to unleash a series of majestic, rainbow-like blade auras that slammed violently into the Five Flowers Devouring Sovereignty Seal.

Ran Hongdou lay comfortably on the rocking chair, her mind detached as though imagining someone else's affairs, her expression cold and entirely devoid of warmth.

At this thought, Tang Tian immediately issued his orders. Under his command, the thousand surviving believers of the White Lotus Sect instantly split into three separate waves.

The Realm Sovereign Token raised a pillar of light, extending a spatial passage out from the endless, dark void.

Everyone stepped into the halo of light, where the floating and drifting white luminous talismans flowed like schools of fish and dancing dragons, resembling a hundred miles of flying snow with snowflakes withering into the void.

Before the words could fully leave his mouth, the various elders of the Yaoluan tribe were forcefully shaken back by wave after wave of overbearing Heavenly Sovereign Genuine Qi.

As for himself, wearing a look of deep anxiety for his son, he rushed straight toward the direction of the Deer-Chasing Study with burning urgency, not pausing for even a fraction of a second.

The rumor that Ran Hongdou might have been coaxed back by that old widower and perhaps even gotten pregnant spread instantly as if it had grown wings.

Wen Rushan brought Yan Shu back into the City Lord's Mansion. Just as he turned his head to speak with his wife, he caught sight of Yan Shu's expression-laden with sorrow.

The word "vampire" was left unspoken. Both Mu Tian and he looked intently at Viscount Ye.

Hua Muyuan, initially passive, gradually began to take the initiative. Sensing her transformation, Zhao Huaijin felt joy bloom within his heart, and an infinite wave of tenderness surged over him.

Everyone knew that the old king's legs were far from nimble—an old injury left over from the wars of his youth, compounded by his advanced age.

Xu Suizhen understood: Gong Cheng had just arrived at the Super Star headquarters with President Fu and had already solved the difficult problem that had plagued them for months?

No one had ever taught him what to do now; he had to find a way to break the current deadlock. Cyan spiritual energy danced across his fingertips, its brilliant light piercing the darkness to reveal a faint, shifting human figure in front of him.

To the absolute astonishment of Xuan Chu and Xiao Tianshu, they never expected that man to blurt out words like, "This is my wife."

As the match progressed, Espanyol found themselves increasingly out of their depth, and Barcelona completely seized control of the midfield. Espanyol's two flanks were forced to drop deep.

Mother Ling was also someone who had weathered the treacherous waters of the world. Hearing Ling Qing speak of this, she immediately understood the malevolence of human hearts. The more one owed others and wronged them, the more one desired the victim's death; only with the victim dead could the perpetrator sleep in peace.

When leaving the school, Meng Hui hesitated for a moment before deciding not to send a message to Xiao Xingyun. This was currently the most critical period of passionate romance, and she had no intention of intruding. Xiao Xingyun would naturally reach out when she had time, and she could explain the reason for her departure then.

The moment that massive hand plummeted to the ground, the earth shook and the mountains trembled, tearing open like a sheet of paper with effortless ease. Particularly at the spot where the Dustless strike landed, a colossal palm print emerged, resembling the legendary Tathagata's Palm.

However, Old Tang and I were both far too unfamiliar with this place, knowing virtually nothing of its conditions, reduced at best to mere guesswork.

Han Yanyue told Mo Meiling to go on ahead. After Mo Meiling departed, she asked me what on earth I had come to the Thousand Sealed Snow Mountains for, to which I replied that I was searching for ice silkworms. Han Yanyue then asked why I needed to find them.

Lei Jun looked at Huang Jun, wanting to offer further persuasion, yet at a loss for words, he could only fall into a helpless silence.

Old Huang managed to press his body close against the cliff face once more with the aid of that tiny bit of leverage. He turned his head and forced a smile at us; his sallow complexion looked even more wretched. His face was covered in beads of sweat—something we hadn't been able to see earlier while his back was turned to us, but which was now painfully clear to our eyes.