Volume 1, Chapter 59: Knocked to the Ground

"I'm coming too!" said Xin Li. Having brushed against the brink of life and death, Xin Li seemed to have stepped right out of the gates of hell, and accordingly, her courage had grown significantly...

It was evident that in previous years, this house must have been quite magnificent, and the people inside very happy.

True to Qin Yang's words, his soul skill was indeed an area-of-effect ability. Once an opponent moved outside its attack range, it could be broken, but he could also alter the attack range of his skill—only that doing so would cause his soul power consumption to multiply exponentially.

Officer Song stood up, trembling all over, and shouted to those around him, "Right now, immediately, bury this well!" Looking at the people beside me, I could tell they must have seen *that thing*.

Chang Xiao had no shame, even chatting and laughing with them. I, on the other hand, felt I had a rather thin skin; recalling how I had fought and scrambled with Chang Xiao for meat just moments ago, I felt my face burning slightly.

Furious and blushing, I thought to myself, how could the two of them just abandon me like that? Weren't we supposed to go up together?

Ming Wei paused briefly. She already knew that the path to the starry immortal ruins was severed, yet the emergence of a Sovereign from the starry skies remained the firm conviction that sustained this generation of cultivators in their struggle. Unwilling to lay bare the truth and shatter this belief, she kept silent.

Clutching the lofty determination of never giving up, Li Wuya gathered all the spiritual energy in his body once more and fiercely slammed it against the bottleneck.

Was this truly the imperial heir he had painstakingly cultivated with his heart and soul? Was this still that respectful, modest youth of the imperial clan whom he had regarded as his own kin?

"Haha, a wealthy man indeed! Very well, I'll take the job." Upon hearing the other party's words, Xiao Jigong wore a look of utter excitement, as if those five million had already safely landed in his own pocket.

Thus, Seventh Young Master appeared before the gates of the orphanage, intercepted the demolition crew, and gave the construction supervisor a severe beating.

Qing Binghe pondered slightly, wondering whether his attitude toward Qing Fengling was truly any different from what he felt for Ling Xiang. He needed to figure out the distinction, which was of paramount importance to him, and he deeply regretted only noticing this now. The safety of the academy had temporarily been cast to the back of his mind.

Throughout the entire Huaizhou Town, he was a presence no one dared to provoke, yet now, he had been sent flying with a single palm strike.

"What are you doing? Besides, wasn't that trinket deemed a fake?" Qing Kou asked, utterly puzzled.

"You dead fox, so you're not dead yet! You scared me to death just now," she said with a coquettish smile, gently pounding her soft fists against the man's chest.

"General Chiru, aren't we here to investigate the issue concerning the... imperial prince of that empire? Why have we come here?" Su Xiao couldn't help asking.

Even if that avatar were merely an ant-like existence, it was still not something other lowly species were permitted to touch.

How formidable! Had his divine soul not been immensely powerful, coupled with his status as a grandmaster of formations, he wouldn't even have sensed the presence of a formation here. Outwardly, however, he remained completely composed, maintaining an expression of puzzlement.

Unlike how he treated other enemies, Qin Bu'er did not force Jin Chanzi to experience the full, bloody process of death for his final performance.

He had never imagined that one day he could produce such a disciple, and one who even seemed somewhat qualified at that.

"Then tell me, how do you plan to settle accounts with their CEO?" Lin Xi asked with a slow smile.

With that low roar, Jiang Ling's eyes regained clarity, and breaking free from Bai Qingqing's shackles, she retreated.

As he spoke, his peripheral vision caught sight of the restaurant entrance. Gu Chenxiao was walking in, and he immediately raised a hand to greet him. But upon seeing Qin Wang following closely behind, his movements involuntarily ground to a halt.

She stood at the far end of the corridor, looking somewhat shy and awkward upon noticing my gaze, yet entirely devoid of any timid fear of strangers.

On second thought, however, Lu Ming was still here; wouldn't her giving a speech be like showing off one's proficiency with a broadsword before Guan Yu—making a fool of herself by displaying expertise before an expert?

This war wasn't going to end in a day or two; it was going to drag on for a very long time, so one still needed to conceal their true capabilities when the situation called for it.

Those two dark figures carried weapons and were fully armored; even when they drew close, only a pair of exposed eyes could be seen, aside from the clubs they held in their hands.

His expression remained completely unperturbed, save for his eyes widening by the tiniest fraction. Then he tossed the letter casually into his car, got inside, and slammed the door shut with a bang. The whole sequence of actions flowed smoothly and effortlessly, carrying a distinct air of nonchalance.

Yet Xu Nana didn't seem to mind in the least, accompanying Ding Xiong in and out of their dormitory every day while the two of them chatted and laughed merrily.

"Brother Shen, I've summarized our past battles. We've always fought separately on our own, which led to many problems. How about we fight together this time?" Lie Die asked with a smile.

Upon returning home, Lu Mingyu's very first action was to call Lu Mingzhu and tell her not to meddle in his shop's affairs ever again.

This operation had been meticulously planned, so although Skylark and Falcon kept their eyes fixed on the target location, they weren't particularly nervous.

Even as the second-greatest natural talent of the Desolate Domain, it would still take him a full quarter of an hour to enter a state of perfect cultivation.

Elsewhere, outside the nameless fortress in the northern reaches of the kingdom, Arthur—trapped within the siege—accepted the duel challenge issued by King Nolan of the North, stepping out of the fortress alone despite the objections of his subordinates.

Though I didn't want things to reach this point, when I married Wen Kexin, I truly never imagined there would come a day like this.

While I initially held high hopes for the two of them, in light of this incident, I actually felt a sense of relief at her reply.

Yet their marriage was not prolonged in the least by the presence of a child; mere two years into their wedding, with their child barely over a year old, they divorced.

One type consists of carpenters who build and decorate courtyards; they meticulously calculate the dimensions of every piece of timber—not an inch too short, not an inch too long—aspiring always to achieve foolproof precision.

Feeling the pressure bearing down upon his entire body suddenly lift, the fierce, torrential storm-like onslaught ceased.

"Fourth Young Master Jiang, can you let me go now?" he chuckled ingratiatingly, though murder lurked deep within his eyes.

Que's expression had turned somewhat peculiar, as if he had laid eyes on something entirely abnormal.

If even a shred of such confidential information were to leak out and ruin the grand plans of His Majesty and the imperial court, your Zhan family would be guilty of a crime punishable by the extermination of your entire clan.

Two flashes of sword light suddenly erupted from the bamboo grove—one slashed toward Bai Nanqing's head, while the other lunged directly at Jiang Chang'an.

In those days, cultivators who specialized in this path not only needed exquisite carpentry skills, but also had to master esoteric arts such as weapon-crafting, alchemy, talisman-making, and illusions.