Chapter 40

When Shen Qiong and she talked by candlelight, he once mentioned that in ancient times, there existed a person capable of slaying gods. Both the Heavenly Court and the Underworld had been sending agents to track this individual down, yet they never found the slightest trace.

After Chang Ge received the flowers and seeds, she discovered that Chang An had also sent the facial powder she used to wear; it was a thoughtful gesture indeed.

Bai Qiqi looked at the man draped entirely in white. To be honest, regardless of what had happened in the past, this was the first time she had seen him in her memory, and yet there was an undeniable, faint sense of familiarity.

Chang Ge knew that Chang An was straightforward by nature, but if he did not change this disposition, he would surely suffer once she left one day.

In her blurred vision, Tang Qiansu was forced to the edge of a cliff by the crowd. Baili Yanhuo’s sword energy flew out, and in his eyes, Tang Qiansu’s body was knocked off the cliff edge, then... fell.

It was unclear what they had found on the computer, but with a sudden, disjointed edit, the camera cut to the group consisting of Wu Haifeng and Su Li.

Even though he held soft jade and fragrant warmth in his arms at this moment—a precious instant he had longed for—he could barely bring himself to enjoy it.

‘She’ must have died a miserable death; her body was covered in wounds, stained with red and white.

During these three days, although he was locked in an airtight prison, no one had subjected him to any extrajudicial punishment.

Zheng Yiyi now knew the secret in Ji Yan’s heart; could it really have no impact on the Ji family and their entire faction?

“Hand it over, and I will spare your lives!” the leader, seeing Ji Yu and the others, stood out without hesitation and shouted coldly.

Suddenly, a rich scent of roasted lamb, mingled with the smell of blood and musk, drifted into the nostrils of everyone in the Second Battalion.

Just then, a knock on the door suddenly sounded, startling Ji Yu who was sitting in his chair.

Seven days before the duel, Zhou Yang hosted a gathering of geniuses, inviting young masters and noblewomen from various families and factions in the City of Freedom—all of them renowned martial artists with extraordinary talent and high cultivation.

“How could there be a second type of domain power?” the two Star-level judges were shocked beyond measure, as this defied all known common sense in martial arts.

For example, on Earth, the law dictates that a murderer must pay with their life; this law is a rule.

Having just dealt with one, his gaze drifted, and he happened to see Venerable Qingyou launching a menacing attack toward the center of Meng Yanshan’s back, while she seemed to be trapped in some kind of maze.

Along the way, the group gathered that this planet was still in a primitive state of multiple nations, where wars were fought with cold weapons.

As for Huang Jiutian, Chu Chen did not know the true extent of his cultivation. Without a doubt, he was a potential threat, the most formidable peer among them; even now, Chu Chen did not know his true level of cultivation.

“What is the problem? Isn’t the problem just that he refuses to leave this girl?” Xuanyuan Huan asked, taken aback.

As he looked up, he saw hundreds of burning eyes fixed on him, making him shiver involuntarily.

This was because Jiang Sheng’s soul realm far exceeded that of everyone present, and since he had not formally unleashed his techniques, his cultivation remained concealed.

As for her big eyes, she had them; everyone in the brigade said her eyes were unique—exceptionally large and beautiful.

“Empress Dowager, perhaps it was only through Xiao Jing’s indirect questioning that the new Emperor revealed these things,” Zhang Song pondered for a long time before biting the bullet and stepping forward to say.

In the face of this sudden situation, not to mention the men in black, even Ye Gangrou was a bit confused. Ye Shuirou, who had been full of worry, only felt a subconscious sense of relief after seeing that Ye Gangrou was out of danger.

From Li Zhong, Chu Ling learned a few things, making him increasingly curious about Zhao Guan, and indeed, about several other people as well.

Benjamin told Karen his origins in detail, which left Karen both shocked and delighted. He was shocked that Alomi actually possessed the ability to cultivate the Demon Race, and delighted because he could learn more about Alomi through this Benjamin.

This great fire stemmed from the awakening of Helian Qinglian’s abilities. The awakening of the fire element frightened her, and in her panic, the fire broke out.

As for the divorce agreement, Meng Yin had already helped me have it drafted by a lawyer; I signed it and mailed a copy over.

“I ask Senior Zhang to grant this request.” Seeing that Zhang Huanfeng’s expression was still somewhat impatient, Zhou Yan cupped her hands and said.

Wang Huai guessed that the reason he found it difficult to decipher the divine patterns on the stele was largely because he had not refined any spatial laws.

The entire suite was divided into a living room, a bedroom, and a bathroom, all decorated in a luxurious European style, giving it a very sophisticated air.

In fact, when Zhou Xiaotian arrived at the hospital, he had already notified the administration. Seeing the old man’s anger, Zhou Xiaotian had no choice but to nod, turn around, and lead the two of them straight to the director’s office.

Fu Xingtong hurriedly stepped forward to intervene, but was forcefully shoved away by Li Yaoxuan, who grabbed Huo Wei by the collar with his left hand and swung his fist with his right, striking him hard in the face.

Listening to the conversation between Su Yuyan and Yang Zhengjie, the old man’s face grew increasingly ugly, and even Zhou Xiaotian, the butler beside him, looked visibly embarrassed, leaving the atmosphere quite awkward.

If she were a man, facing such a cute, beautiful, and alluring woman as herself, she reckoned she wouldn’t be able to resist either.

Repeating the same method, regardless of whether they were from Huiyang City or were Zhao Dafa’s own men, Yang Zhengjie broke one arm of every single one of them, save for Zhao Dafa himself.

At the thought of Jiuyue, Jun Qingming’s stern expression softened imperceptibly, and a warm smile replaced the coldness at the corners of his mouth.

While invisible, Aimo watched the orcs attacking from below, ready at any moment to kill any who dared to climb the stairs, until Frainy killed the Lion-man Prince.

For Yang Chao, this result was a bit regrettable, but from another perspective, he had achieved his goal and received an invitation from a professional team; it could be considered a worthy reward, and the trip was not in vain.