Volume 1, Chapter 34: Yan Luoluo Gives In

Taking advantage of the Nine-Armed Jailer's moment of confusion, Lin Tao pushed off with his feet, hunched low, and dashed out through the portrait of the Taoist priest, stopping only after rolling several times.

Much like a boxer in the ring, while a fighter possesses great strength, it does not mean every punch thrown is at full power; they only unleash their full force when the moment of decisive attack arrives.

Judging by what Daqiang just said, Chen must have separated from their boss, though Lin Tao had no idea which tomb passage they had actually taken.

"If anyone acts with ill intent henceforth, they shall be executed by the rod immediately." Murong Chong did not spare Yan Shu another glance, telling Tianjiao to return first; he would return as soon as the morning court session concluded. He had to settle the matters the ministers had raised yesterday by today.

"For this next play, I've decided to go for a catch-and-shoot three-pointer." Looking at the five starters gathering around him, Wang Dao stated his plan without hesitation, his voice low and firm.

Edward easily breached her defenses, a large hand reaching out to grab the Archmage, clamping directly onto her throat.

He felt as though he had slept for an incredibly long time, peaceful and utterly oblivious to the world. This sleep was truly, exceptionally sweet.

Fortunately, Xingxing Gorge managed to send a soldier out in the emergency to report, giving the Guazhou garrison a chance to buffer. The situation was dire; Platoon Leader Lin Hao immediately ordered his soldiers to prepare for combat and hold their positions.

Zhuge Xun had always harbored a question: was the Winged Serpent that Chi spoke of the same one she had left behind in the ancestral tomb during her "blood transfusion"? Though curious, Zhuge Xun knew better than to interrupt Chi's narrative for this; perhaps he would explain it later.

Therefore, when Colonel Manstein made such a request, Feng Tian immediately agreed that it was acceptable.

Regarding the teaching of children, Lin Yannian had always known she lacked the heart to be harsh, so she would not argue with what An Jinyun had said.

An Jinyun and the others understood Long Ao's hidden hardship, so no one disturbed the father and son. Even An Sheng slowly began to grasp the true meaning behind why his "Big Uncle" was his third brother's "Daddy."

When Lu Zhongze looked down at her, his lips pressed into a thin line, making him look particularly innocent. Yet, when the moment truly arrived, An Xi suddenly felt she could not handle the stakes.

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Xiao Yun’s rank was lower than Su Mu’s, yet his techniques were quite remarkable. Threads of green breeze coiled around the approaching grey wolves, causing them to slow down as if sinking into a quagmire.

His falling body came to a sudden, jarring halt; the sensation of surging blood was far from pleasant. His skin made intimate contact with the jagged, uneven cliff rocks; judging by the stinging pain spreading across his body, he likely had many gashes, and though the grass and his clothing offered some cushioning, it was of little real help.

After Zhao Qingqiu’s sword tore a gap, it made no further movement. Ye Sheng, sensing the activity within the Demon-Suppressing Bowl, knew that the sword was by no means lacking in strength; it was simply hiding somewhere, waiting to deliver a lethal blow later.

How could Jiang Chenyue easily let the opponent go? After all, the other party had ambushed him first; since he had already made his move, there was no reason to show mercy.

Baili Yuli’s expression nearby was hideous to the extreme. The look she cast at Xia Jin carried a hint of killing intent, and her hands, hanging at her sides, were clenched into tight fists.

The old man was certainly no weakling. Even Chen Ziyu frowned, as there were too many people here, and a battle would inevitably expose many of his methods—methods that belonged to the realm of myth. After some deliberation, Chen Ziyu decided to act, and he intended to cripple the man.

Xia Jin had never told him, so to the old General Xia, "Xia Yi" remained the true Xia Yi.

He cruised all the way to the Century Building while whistling a rogue's tune, in high spirits, unaware that his movements were already being monitored.

Ye Chen had a hunch; it was highly likely the opponent was concealing his strength. In their previous bout, the Demon King had not fully unleashed himself. What exactly was he planning?

The entire room was permeated with a thick, cloying scent of blood. Blood droplets continued to fall from the air; the stainless steel basin was already full, and blood flowed over the edges onto the cabinet, then dripped from the cabinet onto the floor.

The ropes of the ballista creaked as they were wound. At the command, dozens of stone projectiles flew toward Zhongli City, some striking the city walls, others landing within the city itself.

The others were no less capable. Although they lacked special techniques or cultivation methods, they relied on their formidable physical prowess and high-grade weapon configurations, gathering together to form a temporary squad to combat the encroaching insects.

"What are you doing, Qin Shizheng!" Xia Yunyan stepped forward to block him, shielding her son to prevent him from being struck again.

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After all, the sheer, terrifying numbers of the insects were clear to see, and it truly gave them a feeling of impending collapse. However, when tallying the spoils of war afterward, all three felt simultaneously that it was worth it—yes, truly worth it.

With an angry roar, his body suddenly surged in size by a full circle; it was one of the talents of the Half-Moon Wolf Demon: Blood of the Berserk Wolf.

The Fire Thunderbolt, disguised with green grass, did not get far. After Liu Zhonghua pursued it for about eighty meters, it leaped into a patch of hidden grass.

"Junior brother, you are the first to see this 'Xiuyun' sword; you must pay some price today." Liu Yu sneered. He had originally not intended for others to know he possessed two of the world’s three great swords. Had it not been for the critical situation just now, he would never have drawn the 'Xiuyun' sword; it was one of his greatest hidden trump cards.

Zhang Yang had left, and Zhou Xing did not tell anyone else, only saying he had some sudden business at home. Given Zhang Yang's performance today, everyone was enlightened, and Sun Xiaoyi said nothing more.

If the immortals really kept their eyes on humans every single day, recording every trivial, gossiping thing humans did, wouldn't the immortals be worked to death?

In this world, there is no such thing as red pig sand, nor is there any pig sand that can compare to the one on Zhu Bajie.

From the perspective of a national hero of the Tuolei people, this child was certainly not a good person; his underhanded tactics were endless.

When the Beast God realized that his body had been immobilized for several seconds by someone who was still just a child, the rogue let out a roar.

Authentic mandarin duck hotpot, vibrant red chili oil, paired with ingredients only found on Earth—tripe, shrimp paste, various seafood, greens, and lamb slices. Seeing these ingredients that only fellow countrymen could appreciate, he felt a genuine touch of nostalgia in that moment.

This situation was entirely commonplace for the sisters of the Dong village. Every day, some outside tourists would fall in love with one sister or another, and some would even insist on taking her away on the spot. But these were all just displays, playful banter; no one ever took them seriously.