Chapter 70 Suspicion

Hearing Xiao An's voice, Yun Jiannan stood frozen in shock, slowly relaxing his grip only as he forcefully pinched Shen Qing's hand.

"Mom, Dad, what is wrong with you?"

Xiao An walked up to the two of them, casting a glance first at Shen Qing, who was kneeling on the ground and gasping for breath, and then at Yun Jiannan, who stood stock-still with a vacant, glazed stare.

"Xiao An, be a good boy..."

She wanted to stretch her legs to ease her limbs, but she did not dare to move. The man's arm was wrapped around her waist, his head buried against her chest, and one of his legs lay heavily across hers.

Amidst the hissing of the serpent, the Shennong Cauldron and the fledgling dragon gold-stamping pestle in Luo Tian's hands descended simultaneously. They churned up two distinct surges of air, their downward momentum resembling the snapping jaws of a lightning-quick viper.

Chao Xingyue could guarantee that Wang Hao at this moment was undoubtedly the most formidable peer he had ever encountered.

Consequently, Yang柯 lacked sufficient momentum, charging straight into the restricted area in the blink of an eye. Yet just as he did, Chandler, anchoring the paint, stepped directly into his path.

Beneath his mask, Nan Changqing's dark, arched brows furrowed with helplessness, though the gaze he fixed upon Qingyue grew increasingly tender.

Perhaps this was because the Soul-Rending Curse he had obtained was not a truly complete one! Could the most crucial part have been concealed back then?

Gripping the ball tightly with both hands, Kobe shifted it from his front to the right side of his body, his right foot repeatedly executing probing jabs outward and pulling back. At the same time, his eyes remained fixed squarely on Yang柯. There was little doubt that the moment Yang柯 shifted his center of gravity, he would launch a fatal attack.

Princess Huayi, who had been lost in her own murmured monologue, abruptly heard Yong Yueling's voice echo beside her, instantly evoking the surreal sensation of walking through a dream.

"You might as well be even bolder in your guess; practically any mechanical creation produced by the Duchy of Bavaria possesses such functions." Robert V's words made Elphi leap up in astonishment.

Xia Jingjing rubbed her arms with a trace of fatigue, allowing the crew's makeup artist to apply cosmetic touches to her face. Having endured several consecutive sleepless nights, her skin condition had visibly deteriorated.

Watching the three figures approaching, a strange sensation welled up within him. He never expected that the "Young Master," who had previously been frightened so stiff that his entire body locked up, would actually dare to take the initiative to provoke him?

Flying shoulder to shoulder as they closed in on the undersea great prison, Will observed the fortress at close range. Silt, seaweed, the lingering traces of fish and shellfish, and vicious, weathered carvings—all of these together bore testimony to its ancient and vicissitude-laden history.

Upon laying eyes on the then three-year-old Tuoba Yuanzhen, the elderly official's eyes suddenly flared with a final surge of struggle. Gathering his last breath, he pulled Baili Yun closer and whispered a sentence into her ear. As soon as he finished, he drew his last breath.

And he, in turn, could make a glorious return to the Lou family and become its patriarch. Returning to the Lou family to assume the mantle of patriarch was something Lou Hai dreamed of day and night.

"As you all know, the ancestors of the Zhan family settled in Mount Qingnan a thousand years ago through the grace of that exalted master. In truth, the Zhan family ancestors are not from this continent." A look of yearning filled Elder Zhan's eyes.

Take another example, a test question: Supposing there are two Origin Masters—one whose source of Dao possesses the Fire attribute, and the other whose source of Dao possesses the Water attribute. Their cultivation levels are entirely identical. If they use the exact same amount of origin power to catalyze a fireball and a water ball respectively, causing them to collide, what would the outcome be?

With a flick of his wrist, Ye Nanshan hoisted the large, heavy black iron rod he usually used for sword practice, and charged toward the stone golem with a heart bent on vengeance.

Another crucial component of the grand clan tournament two years hence was the determination of the heirs for the major clans. Naturally, whichever family's scion performed most brilliantly during the tournament would secure the position of heir, which also signified receiving the acknowledgment of the other clans.

A surge of anger rose within Zhan Mingting. Jiang Xinlan looked over at him, signaling him not to speak. Taking a deep breath, Zhan Mingting lowered his gaze.

Yet the Divine Emperor果然 truly knew of the existence of a passageway belonging to the Qi family. Fortunately, he had seized the initiative and made preparations in advance.