Volume One, Chapter 25: Blondies Are All Little Liars

"This thing is wicked; the armor it's wearing is identical to the Major's, just a bit darker in color," Clark interjected.

"Second brother, don't act rashly. This was promised by the Daoist of the Three Caves, who said we should let the imperial court take the brunt of the front line while we just cheer from the sidelines. If he can take Southern Continent, we shall replace him; if he fails, we run," the unicorn-youth said via telepathic transmission to the two-horned youth.

The Ink-Eyed Sword is the token of the Mohist Grandmasters through the ages. Wherever this sword appears, all Mohist disciples must listen to its command and obey without question.

"Rest assured, sister. I will certainly receive my sister's gift," Su Fangfei replied with a forced, insincere smile.

The Leonine beings possessed immense physical strength, even more robust than orc warriors. Amidst the chaos, a few still managed to escape the pursuit.

Just as Wang Yuanfeng was contemplating a countermeasure, Zhuge Wolong had already arranged everything. He then observed the formation at the Yin-Yang passage entrance, holding a formation map while dispatching a few men to search for news of the two disciples, Zhu and Liu, as the others packed their belongings.

With this new discovery, the group, previously drained and listless, felt as if they had been injected with adrenaline, their spirits suddenly renewed.

Everyone instinctively pulled out their phones to start taking pictures. Li Zimu did not stop them; this car was a model released earlier this year, and he had only had it for a month. Since he was coming back, he decided to bring it along.

"It's fine," Li Zimu said softly, reaching out with his chopsticks to pick up some food. His tone was full of unquestionable authority, causing Zhang Jingyang to swallow back the words he had intended to use to persuade him otherwise.

Xiao Yi's words caused Mu Ran's father's body to tremble, but he remained silent, head bowed low.

The others could not see what the weapon was. A scimitar had already slashed down, yet to the naked eye, it appeared as though the man in the black suit was holding nothing but a streak of silver light.

The man raised his eyes to look at Zhangsun Changqing, his gaze bright and clear. He nodded slightly, took the clothes, and walked into the cabin.

Uncle Wei took out the broken bowl he usually used for meals. After a moment's thought, he chipped it against a stone in the courtyard, breaking the bowl into two halves. He then scooped two bowls of "soup" and handed one to the man, who accepted it with a smile and began to sip it bit by bit.

"It's about the distance that would allow everyone here to disperse and leave," Uncle Wei answered. Gongsun Dade felt a tightening in his heart, his aura ready to erupt at any moment.

"I can tell now, you came here today specifically to flirt, didn't you?" Su Qingye laughed, leaning toward Lin Shuang and nudging her with her elbow.

They arrived at a pavilion. He sat there, holding Qianxun, and suddenly felt that something here was different.

For the demon race, cultivation is generally closely tied to age; typically, the longer one practices, the more powerful one becomes.

The Nether Ghost Fire flickered unsteadily, still struggling desperately. As an ancient sacred object, it refused to submit to an ant like Yin Tianqi. In its heart, only primordial overlords like Yin Shang or the Burning Lamp Daoist were qualified to wield it.

Thinking of the Spirit Beast Sect's defeat in the first battle, and the loss of one of their sect representatives, Gu Junming felt increasingly smug.

"Why do the creatures of the Void Realm kill everyone they see? Has it been like this from the beginning?" Ye Lingchen asked.

Jiang Wan lowered her eyes, took another deep breath, and then suddenly pushed him backward with what seemed like all the luck and strength of her life.

Mo Jue looked at the phone, bewildered, not understanding what Zhang Zhenlong meant. However, he didn't dwell on it; he was merely a messenger, and surely Shentu Haolong would understand.

Seeing their big brother get hit, the other three stopped fighting and rushed to check on the Black Dragon's injuries. I seized this excellent opportunity to slip away with Li Yanyan.

I was certain I hadn't misheard. I scanned my surroundings, but my mother showed no reaction, and Nie Yun remained perfectly calm.

As Lin Feng spoke, Lin Jingde walked over and turned on the water faucet. The droplets hit the floor with a rhythmic ticking sound, which to that man sounded like a death knell.

It wasn't until Shentu Haolong finished speaking that the man felt the pain in his wrist, along with a stream of bright red blood flowing from it. Feeling the warm blood running over his palm, he knew that even if he survived, his right hand was ruined.

Yan You could not deny that her words had affected her. She hated being forced into a confrontation; though her patience was worn thin and she felt uneasy inside, she maintained a calm and ripple-free expression on the surface.

Not long after Yu Zhenzhen left, Gu Jiujiu received a text message from Song Yuyan.

The next day, Na Shijie personally drove Zhan Tian to the Liu residence. After all, such matters were not to be publicized; if cured, all would be well, but if not, it was better that fewer people knew. Besides, Da Feng did not like meeting people.

However, Bailey refused the cookies offered by Lulu Meng, asking instead for the one Lulu Meng had bitten, because it carried the delicious taste of Lulu Meng.

Miao Xuan and Hong Xian finally realized this was indeed a trap they had designed. The two pushed against the iron wall in extreme anxiety, their hands feeling its cold, merciless surface.

After doing all this, he lay down beside her and fell asleep, deeply inhaling the faint fragrance of her body.

Damn it. Bai Yu quickly packed everything into his ring and took off running toward the source of the sound. How could he have left her behind like that? He still hadn't figured out the identities of that Iron Sword and Or. If something happened to Xue'er, he would be unable to escape the blame.