Volume 1, Chapter 50: The True and False Heiresses

Struck right where it hurt, the man instantly flew into a rage and prepared to strike again on the spot.

However, Wan Mengmeng was no pushover either, and she viciously counterattacked without hesitation.

The two of them thus began to wrestle and tear at each other right there in the room.

Standing off to the side, Wu Zhaodi merely picked up the few steamed buns from the floor with a blank expression, took her younger brother by the hand, and walked with practiced familiarity into the small side room.

Because of his extraordinary vision, it felt as though Mu Yun had killed a Tier 2 Flame Fiendseed right before his very eyes, and the corpse of the Flame Fiendseed had transformed into clusters of fire that were continuously absorbed by Mu Yun.

Two ancient auras collided within the burial chamber, and the slightly stirring ripples radiated outward, transforming into terrifying, violent gales that howled all around.

The identity of the white-haired elder was far too bizarre, and Emperor Ye had no idea what hidden motives lay behind him.

"Heh, I really never expected that I would end up disciplining my own son twice," Luo Feng muttered inwardly, feeling a wave of depression.

Yet now, as a fierce battle was drawing to a close, the "Great Powers Army" had neither concentrated their forces to make a last stand, nor frantically evacuated key facilities or desperate-broken-out at all costs, which basically ruled out the conjectures made by "Pangu."

Right now, however, what Ji Ruohua was doing was clearing away the corpses and preparing a temporary place to settle down.

The reason Murong Lengran acted this way was because Liang Baixian had long been coveting this Underworld Imperial City.

Faced with Lin Hao's threats, the six of them finally had no choice but to cripple their own cultivation bases. After all, if they were to hand over the central core components, they would all be reduced to cripples anyway.

It was not just Adamin; in fact, according to the overall architecture of "Strong AI," once the system was powered on and began operating, after a period of self-evolution, its current state would become completely unpredictable.

The bag was just like a balloon filled with water, except that what was inside it was a red liquid.

"I was wrong, alright? I won't pressure you anymore." Han Lingxin had been through sheer agony these past few days, losing her appetite and plagued day and night by thoughts of that monkey and Zhu Bajie.

The two of them clenched their teeth tightly, the veins on their foreheads bulging, and a sense of oppressive force spread upward along their left arms. Resisting the sensation that threatened to crush their internal organs, they let out deafening roars in an attempt to release the pain. Yet neither of them retreated first.

"No, it's impossible. Father would never have left a will like this," Luo Bingchu roared like a madman. He longed to rush forward and tear the will in Attorney Gu's hand to shreds, but after taking only two steps, Sun Qian gave a gentle lift of his foot. Unable to control his momentum, Luo Bingchu lurched forward and hit the ground hard.

On the spiritual and soul level, memories are not some illusory and ethereal things. And as long as a person possesses high intelligence, they are easily distracted by important matters.

While Huang Shengli and his wife stood there in a daze, unable to process what was happening, Chen Ling and Yan Xinyue had already begun discussing the matter.

Two completely opposite meanings were actually used together—did this mean it was, or was it not?

A terrifying burst of cyan lightning erupted wildly at that very instant, and with astonishing speed, rapidly surging and violently roaring as it fiercely bombarded the location of the gigantic hand that reached for the heavens.

"Listen here, my good man! You're saying this item of yours is an authentic piece of jade from the Ming or Qing dynasty, right?" Xu Yang asked, looking straight at the stall owner.

"So I drank it, I've already finished it, so stop dawdling!" Murong Yan'er said with a trace of mockery.

Xu Yang was still unable to observe the prayer synchronously; he would need to return and use the special ability in his eyes to project a 3D stereoscopic image onto his own mind's eye. Then, through visual and cerebral analysis, combined with his currently enhanced hearing and sense of smell, he could simultaneously simulate an image closest to the actual truth.