Chapter 53
Why does Master always know where the scars are hidden within my heart? Yet, with shameless cruelty, he touches the wound, tears it apart, and then employs his own methods to stitch it back together.
Di Shitian let out a chuckle, a single thought shifting the fabric of heaven and earth like a cage. An invisible barrier severed the intersecting threads of heaven and earth, blocking his escape art.
At this moment, Chen Xu was plagued by a massive headache. No sooner had he repaired one area than the escaped Profound Yin Qi wreaked havoc in another. This forced Chen Xu to chase and repair simultaneously, leaving him thoroughly overwhelmed. He truly never expected the Profound Yin Qi to be so fiercely persistent.
"The Zenith Golden Immortal represents the absolute pinnacle of Qi cultivation, surpassing your Grand Mysterious Deep Purple by three celestial realms," Nanfeng explained.
The two remained silent for a long time. It was not until the sound of an ambulance reached their ears that Han Ke finally shifted his gaze back toward the window.
Calming his mind, he reviewed and meticulously re-evaluated every single possibility, ultimately arriving at a single conclusion: beyond redemption, certain death.
"Very well, very well! You old fellow are right, then what on earth is the situation?" I asked with a chuckle.
Impossible. The sensation was far too real to be a dream or an illusion, Qi Lin thought, his brows knitted tightly together.
Of course, a greater sentiment was surprise. Awakening a sense of Qi at this moment provided him with the capital needed to turn the tables. However, unsure whether this Qi perception would vanish as quickly as it had in the past, he knew he had to act immediately.
His soul had gained vitality—an unprecedented phenomenon that Kelly and Naruto were unknowingly absorbing.
Three-Eyes offered a proposition: if he would take his place in South Korea, the borrowed money would be returned in full immediately, accompanied by a lavish feast.
Right within his navel, a brilliant point of light illuminated the lower half of his body. It turned out to be the Gate of Destiny acupoint, wherein resided his spiritual soul. No wonder it had required the absorption of so much spiritual energy to fill it. That radiant sun hanging in the void must surely be his own spiritual soul.
"Everyone, follow me to gather materials!" Su Zhe's voice had barely faded before Lin Yiran began rallying companions. In no time at all, she led their team out.
Who would believe that a dignified chief executive officer would hide in the company cafeteria just to avoid paying a few thousand dollars for a meal?
In an instant, the police chief was hailed as a hero. Reporters swarmed him impenetrably, showering him with boundless praise.
This was the emblem of the Gale Wolf Mercenary Corps; only those holding the rank of vice-captain or higher were permitted to wear such attire.
Having scouted the situation, there was no longer any need for undue worry. Exposing his identity and provoking the hostility of the Beggar Sect would be nothing short of lifting a rock only to drop it on his own feet. With that thought, he took Zhiruo's hand and hurried away from the inn.
The legend of the dragon's nine sons was widely circulated across the entire Nine Dragons Island. Thus, upon seeing Yazi—a creature resembling a jackal with dragon horns sprouting from its head—they were terrified out of their wits.
For Su Zhe knew that those who truly survived in the cultivation world were invariably those who refused to abandon their struggle until the very final moment.
Chaos closed his eyes, his spirit rapidly expanding to observe Xiao Yan. "The final layer of illusion is called 'Giving and Taking'! You must be willing to abandon your physical body and your cultivation. To survive, only a sliver of your soul may escape, to be reconstructed anew upon emergence."
As they walked, a sudden confusion struck Tang Lin: this path was not leading to the Underworld Master; where on earth was he being taken?
It stood to reason that this Zhasha was somewhat unhinged, yet remarkably sensible when faced with matters. He truly could not fathom whether this person was genuinely mad or merely feigning madness.
The victim struck by lightning was a cultivator from the Dragon Rock Sect who had not appeared previously, having remained concealed within the pile of rice all along.
Then, Charlie Tang took a bite of the stinky tofu, chewing with great relish and an expression of utter intoxication on his face.
The military commander appeared to have been frightened out of his wits, his face etched with terror. He staggered to the door of Fusheng's cell, immediately buckled at the knees, and prostrated himself on the ground. The two long lines of guards behind him followed suit, dropping to their knees in unison.
After all, Long Yuxin had accepted such terms. Moreover, both in terms of hard criteria and soft qualifications, Long Yuxin far surpassed Li Fengyun.
Just then, judging that the opportune moment had arrived, Feng Er made his entrance. He glided like a shadow directly to Chu Sheng's side.
The Tenth Elder instantly collected his straying thoughts, channeled the primordial energy within his body, and threw a punch. The potent energy condensed into a heavy, compressive force that shattered the void and violently clashed against the finger beam of the Ninth Elder.
Furthermore, within Prometheus, even if one attained the rank of an officer, could they ever truly blend in with that group of oddballs? On the other hand, Youmu's side seemed unfathomably enthusiastic.
Fearing that Chen Yuan might become his enemy, fearing that Chen Yuan might align with the First Prince or the Elder Emperor.
She turned and walked away, secretly feeling grateful that Xie然 still remembered past sentiments and had refrained from pursuing her relentlessly.
The temperature of the hot spring was ideal, and being nourished by the essence of medicinal herbs made Lin Yiyuan feel as though every pore on his body had opened up. It was exquisitely comfortable.
It was clearly the scorching heat of summer, and she was in perfect health, so why did she feel such piercing cold?
The host of the Lucky Cup Duel Tournament expressed this heartfelt emotion to the entire arena with an excited tone and soaring spirits.
Phoenixes adorned the door panels; the Hundred Flowers Tower had exceeded regulatory limits, yet no one cared, given that countless high-ranking officials and nobles frequented the establishment for merriment without a second thought.
The next instant, his massive frame abruptly surged forward, raising a fist to hurl a direct blow at Jiang Yu's location.
At that moment, where the two Great Saints unleashed their full might to crush and grind, a streak of light rose defiantly against the current. Defying the onslaught, it smashed ferociously into the two Great Saints.
She had originally assumed that a person's deep affection for their own flesh and blood was an innate default from the moment of birth.
"Is this the power of a Martial Emperor?" If a genuine fight broke out, even if Ye Feng exhausted every trump card in his arsenal, he would not survive five exchanges against Ye Kuang.
With a flicker of astonishment in his gaze, Zhan Feihong channeled the Taiji Divine Thunder to sixty percent of the Longinus Spear's full might, striking once more against the barrier.
In Lingnan, there were actually only two or three decent pharmaceutical factories, among which the Fourth Lingnan Pharmaceutical Factory stood out proudly as an enterprise of national renown.
"Hey, move over a bit," Su Chuanfang said with a smile, smoothly seating herself beside Zhan Feihong. A faint blush crept across her cheeks as she resolved to "thoroughly" reshape the impression she left in the young man's eyes.
The plan had originally been well-conceived; to prevent any mishaps, he had spared no expense to enlist the other two factions. Logically speaking, with the peak experts of all three factions deployed, even if they failed to subdue that four-star fierce beast, withdrawing completely unscathed should have been effortless.