Chapter 50 Zhai Youlan

Xiang Yanjin refused to yield an inch. "We've already said that Xiao Qingyu was taken away by the Xiao family! They will be back very soon, and the moment we got back, we informed the counselor, who explicitly said her participation points wouldn't be deducted! What right do you have to say we lost her?"

With just these two sentences of argument, Xiao Ningxue instantly understood why they were gathered here.

"Stop arguing, both of you. I'm back." Xiao Ningxue walked over, pushed through the crowd, and stepped right in front of the two of them.

With a snap, the wooden panel broke into two halves, revealing a hollow interior from which a thin piece of silk drifted out. Lanxi was both surprised and excited—could this possibly be an imperial edict from a previous dynasty, a court secret, or a treasure map?

"Simon, how much do you understand about that blank century from eight hundred years ago?" Instead of answering Simon's question directly, Long asked a counter-question.

On the competition arena, a red and blue radiance clung tightly to each other, and at the boundary where the two lights met, countless rays of light radiated outward in all directions with the two of them at the center.

I couldn't help but sneer inwardly. This-Telin was far too arrogant; facing a third-transition Level 96 swordsman, he actually dared to fight completely bare-handed. Wasn't that just asking for a death wish?

"Why did you make her practice immortality?" Shenfeng asked in a hurry, afraid that Huxing would continue to tease him.

In cases where the elemental pearl was damaged and led to unconsciousness, although the spiritual consciousness was sealed, the subconscious instinct for self-defense would never disappear. As long as the elemental pearl was slightly stimulated by an external force, the person would snap back to consciousness.

"What? If his eldest son dies in battle, his remains are to be buried alongside the fallen soldiers! This, this..." Everyone was struck dumb with shock.

He stopped ten meters away from Zhao Yan and raised his arms slightly. Seeing this, Zhao Yan knew he was about to use that sword technique formed from grass once again. Although Falu's transformation had caught Zhao Yan off guard, his mind remained extremely clear, and he hurriedly seized the initiative to strike at Falu with the Two-仪 Flame Dragon Formation.

This was hardly a battle! It was an unfair massacre! Cao soldiers fell one after another, impaled by the high-speed charging cavalry's long lances, spears, and halberds; those who didn't die were severely wounded. Many of their bodies were pierced straight through by the sharp blades as they collapsed. Scarcely any of the Cao soldiers could put up a fight.

People in the distance only saw a flash of human figures over here before they separated; they hadn't noticed any fighting taking place and thus paid it little mind.

Xiao Ling felt as though she once again beheld that peerlessly handsome man descending from the heavens amidst the misty veil—clad in flowing white robes, immaculate and unstained, a wicked yet charming smile playing upon his lips. His striking eyes were as deep as abysses, and every gesture he made exuded an awe-inspiring presence that made one view him with involuntary reverence.

Brimming with annoyance, she no longer had the heart to exchange pleasantries, turned her face away, and brushed right past An Ziyan.

Ouyang Ying: "As people in the gossip industry, we should all the more know that any trace of a clue might be pried into by others. Editor-in-Chief Jin surely doesn't lack even this basic understanding, does she?"

Acala is the Great Wrathful Wisdom King who manifests in a ferocious form upon receiving the teachings of Tathagata, possessing immense might to subdue all wicked demons. His appearance is assumed specifically for those stubborn, deluded sentient beings shrouded by demonic obstacles, serving to awaken them with a stern shout and terrify the demons into retreat.

"Really?" Her long eyelashes, still adorned with glistening teardrops, fluttered gently, carrying an extraordinary lethality.

Glancing sideways at the clock on the bedside table, she saw it was already 11:30 in the morning; by now, he might have already arrived in the United States, right?

The elegant accompaniment began, and when it was time for the vocals, Gong Shaoxie brought the microphone to his lips.

"You should have actually had a child long ago, but because you are cursed yourself, it is very difficult for you to conceive," Hua Mujin said.

However, a sudden thought struck me: such a massive event had occurred on the side of the Luoshen Kingdom—twenty-five villages had been utterly massacred, and all those corpses had been disposed of by us to prevent the demonic spirits from taking them and turning them into their own thralls.

"Go open the door..." The command had not even left his lips when the shoji door was violently kicked open from the outside with a mighty thud.

Wen Biao knelt half on one ground, profoundly shocked. He had not expected Zhu Ming to use a clever leverage of force to bat his iron staff flying, almost knocking it out of his grip. Seeing Zhu Ming lunging at him with his thick staff, he panicked and rolled backward along the ground.