Chapter 53

Since his divine consciousness was unstable and his primordial spirit was incomplete, forcibly opening the Eye of the Galaxy at this moment caused blood to seep from the corners of his eyes.

Hearing that Bai Mian had actually seen through it, the burly middle-aged man lost his previous rustic demeanor. His expression shifted abruptly, and just as he was about to make a move, Bai Mian directly grabbed two bowls of scalding ramen from the table and smashed them into his face.

Unfortunately, she had not timed her homecoming well. She had wanted to give the father and son a surprise, only to find that neither of them was around.

"Is the Earl of Andong not afraid of being ridiculed by the whole world for detaining an envoy in such a manner?" Although Wei Zheng's expression was somewhat peculiar, his tone was exceedingly flat.

However, he did not know that while Ghouls possessed exceptionally sharp senses, it was extremely difficult for them to detect half-ghouls or half-humans.

Naruto sprang into the air and kicked the puppet, leaving only a tiny crack, while he himself was bounced backward.

A flash of white light revealed a gigantic raptor appearing mid-air. It let out a high-pitched cry, circling low around Lucario, its sharp eyes locked unwaveringly onto its prey.

Amidst true, absolute combat strength, regardless of who one might be or what kind of positive-facing combat one might find oneself in, if one can manage to exercise even stronger control, a firm conviction of victory within a given timeframe will naturally inspire a deep sense of exhilaration within them.

Douhan was no fool; he had merely been blinded by anger moments before. Hearing this, he immediately came to his senses and hastily pleaded for forgiveness, saying, "Your subordinate was reckless, please forgive me, Your Highness!" What on earth had he been doing? He had only cared about his own anger and the prestige of the Eagle Guards, completely forgetting about Yin Shang's dignity.

As they drew close to the surface of the lake, just when Xuanyuan Nian'er thought they were going to plunge headfirst into the freezing water, the Snow Deity steadied itself and hovered securely in mid-air.

"I am indeed the Flower of Hell, but I am not a flower demon, because I am not a spirit," explained "Xuanyuan Xue'er".

"Master, when shall we return?" In any case, they had to leave a message for the Prince, lest he worry upon his return.

Zhou Dameng was, of course, exceptionally fierce. That idiot Qin Yan always acted without foresight, only thinking to assign Zhang Beibei an autistic desk-mate while forgetting to transfer Dameng, who sat right behind her. With someone that fierce sitting behind Zhang Beibei, how could disaster possibly be avoided?

"Let's get out of here," He Qijian hadn't even finished the word "go" when he abruptly stopped, because he distinctly felt that the atmosphere around them was wrong. I, too, felt as though a wave of nether gloom had enveloped us.

Yue Qianqi glanced indifferently, her brows slightly furrowed, as she took the damp cotton cloth handed over by Yu Niang and gently wiped.

"No, why aren't we leaving?" As soon as Lao Si got into the car, he had Ma Jun turn on the air conditioning. Whether he was hot or terrified, sweat was continuously pouring from his forehead, and within moments, his back was soaked through.

"Oh, you really are a fool. If I'd known, I wouldn't have let you take it home." Upon hearing that our co-authored work had been destroyed in an instant, Chen Chen lamented endlessly with deep regret. Looking at his sorrowful expression, I felt an inexplicable sense of joy.

"If Your Highness wishes it, what more is there for me to say?" Xue Fanyin cast a sideways glance at Dongfang Chenyan, thinking to herself: as for fulfillment—if Dongfang Chenyan were to genuinely tell her with his own lips that he wanted to take a concubine and that they were truly in love, she, Xue Fanyin, would certainly not stay here and be an eyesore.

"Where is Commander Fu?" Zhang Cheng asked anxiously, a heavy sense of foreboding rising within his chest.

Upon witnessing this scene, Kusang believed it, yet still found it terrifying and incomprehensible. What kind of freakish anomaly was this Chen Fei? Why was he always able to acquire such treasures? If all these powerful experts were to perish here, he feared that upon returning to the Nether Sect, he would not escape severe punishment.

Once the brawl ended, the alleyway was stained all over with blood. Seven or eight of his own brothers had sustained injuries, though they were merely superficial and would heal after a few days of rest. Hu San immediately ordered his men to wash away the blood on the ground to avoid stirring up trouble later on.

The formless energy was slowly drawn into the body, flowing gently along the meridians and enveloping the golden core, which resembled an eye and radiated a golden light from its exterior.

With that, the grey-robed Long Yanrong turned around, her feet tracing erratic steps as she departed swiftly. Not even Lin Yiyun could keep up with such agile movement techniques.

Leng Tian looked upon it with admiration, leaped gracefully to the roof of the cavern, and reached out to pluck the crimson pearl embedded within the stone groove.

The barrier, mere hundreds of meters in circumference, grew dimmer with every blow struck against it, while the Asura roared toward the heavens as though possessing inexhaustible strength.

Such tyranny would not normally erupt, but should something come along to trigger it, it would inevitably unleash a formidable brilliance.

Sima Weiyan had not expected her to be so direct. She was stunned at first, then smiled faintly—a smile that grew wider and wider until it finally blossomed into hearty laughter, leaving Yu Niang completely bewildered.

On the other hand, it was also exceedingly strange that the American national forces hadn't caused any trouble. They had to remember that they had lost at least a thousand men, dozens of tanks, and multiple armed helicopters. Yet, over the past few days, they had maintained an eerie silence, and it was impossible to tell what they were plotting.

After listening to Yu Yuan ramble back and forth, the scale in Ji Ranjia's heart tipped another two notches toward Gu Sifan.

She was both urgent and bashful, yet the words she uttered only made the man all the more eager to draw close.

Yan Ruopeng was surrounded in the center, and one of them kept tapping a wooden stick against the palm of his hand.

The flames on the wall burned all the way up to the groove at the top. The mummified corpses had caught fire, crackling loudly, and several of their skulls were blown out by the surging heat waves, landing right beside my feet.

The CEO's office of the An Corporation was located on the topmost floor of the company. Ordinary employees could not reach it directly via the elevators, and the office was secured with an independent keypad lock, barring entry to regular staff.

In the dead of night, the silence of the corridor was suddenly broken by the sound of faint footsteps. Zhao Yu, who was sleeping like a log, remained completely oblivious, snoring loudly as he counted money in his dream.

Early the next morning, the alarm clock rang punctually. Since it was Monday, Yu Huanxi had to go to school for classes.

"Jing'er, did you see wrong?" At this moment, a melodious and gentle voice like flowing water drifted out from the carriage. Listening closer, one could hear that the voice was as clear and sweet as an orchid in an empty valley, its soft murmurs akin to a nightingale beneath the moon.

Initially, news of Jiang Xinrou being ruthlessly abandoned was everywhere. As Jiang Xinrou's manager, Sister Wu had been constantly busy dealing with those reports.