Chapter 46

The deeply furrowed brows of the martial artists soon lifted as all eyes converged upon the black figure flashing through the air.

Seeing her displeasure, the man thought to himself that with him around, Princess Zhao would not dare to lay a hand on Bao'er, and thus he reluctantly nodded in consent.

"No way. This is a crucial discovery from the First Emperor's Mausoleum; you cannot take it away," Lin Qingshan resolutely objected. When the stone coffin was unearthed last time, it contained such a pristine mummified corpse that they never even had the chance to study it. No matter what, this one had to remain here for thorough research.

As the first light of dawn broke, several figures sprinted into the villa, rushing toward the sacrificial altar amidst a continuous chorus of roaring beasts in the distance.

A pitch-black haze hung over the precipice of remorse and sin, leaving the soul's purity suspended in the balance. Stripped of its ornate garments by a shell devoid of faith, whose laughter and tears were thus fused together? Ignorant lives discarded the warmth of true love, letting trust drift into the shadowed corners of suspicion, unable to await the dawn of hope.

Qin Jingyu sighed inwardly. It seemed she had been utterly heartbroken by Gu Wuchen's act of discarding his wife and abandoning his child. The seeds of hatred had already taken root and sprouted, their vines intertwining and spreading until nothing remained but an empty title; any trace of affection between husband and wife had completely vanished.

Upon hearing the word casino, San Guo felt a stir in his heart. Though he could not quite articulate the reasons, intuition told him that this trip was bound to be tied to money.

After finishing the meal, Leng Ruobing let out a tremendous yawn. In truth, she had only eaten half of her steak, having shared the other half with Chenchen.

The two strolled together for a while before arriving at a lake situated right in the center of the park. At that moment, many couples were rowing boats across the middle of the lake. Reflected in the rippling water, they formed a series of picturesque and lovely scenes.

"It requires my physical contact for me to control it; beyond that, I know nothing," Chen Yi replied.

Otherwise, if even a sliver of hope were granted to them, the supreme humiliation of having their mountain gate destroyed would be enough to make them cast caution to the wind. Unless they were made to understand in the face of absolute strength that waging war meant nothing more than courting self-destruction, they would never snap out of their frenzy and rage to realize the futility and wisely retreat.

Yue Shan wore an expression of extreme coldness and severity. With a sudden roar, he swept his hand outward, compressing the empty air until it cracked and violently ripped open a massive fissure. A terrifying vacuum formed, and that giant sword which had previously displayed such mighty power tore through the void with a piercing hiss, shuttling across from some unknown origin.

"That's right, it was none other than the young Marshal Bo who saved our Yizheng!" Sun Manqi's eyes carried a faint undertone of joy and smug satisfaction.

Nourished by a continuous and unending stream of primordial spiritual energy, the five-light array was undergoing a profound transformation of its own.

Disregarding whether the other party agreed or not, and listening to the ceaseless shouts and chaotic footsteps drawing nearer, Zhou Yi pulled out a large handful of steel needles and charged backward.

Yan Qingqing was finally satisfied. Picking up a handkerchief, she wiped her hands as stains of blood spread across the fabric. She tossed the handkerchief onto the cage and instructed her maid to clean it up, then walked over to a nearby daybed to rest.

An attack that would not strike vital organs, yet inflicted the most agonizing pain imaginable upon injury—a torment so excruciating that even practitioners at the Out-of-Body stage could scarcely endure it. Above all, the person being hunted down had no idea who was pursuing him.

Those guards naturally would not follow them. If Fuma was willing to summon them, they must have already been bought off; they cared nothing for whether she lived or died and could not wait to report this "good" news to Xu Qige.

Watching Zhong Kui lead Lü Qiushi out of King Qin Guang's grand hall, the Judges of the Ten Palaces gathered together to deliberate.

A profound sense of anxiety welled up inside me. I had told myself not to leave them a single step, yet the moment I truly left them for even half a step, disaster struck.

The Emperor and Tan Huan both smiled, and Liang Nanzhu joined in. The entire grand hall exuded a facade of harmony between ruler and subjects, masking their respective hidden agendas behind smiling faces.

Just like Luo Hao, when they stepped through the classroom door, their gazes drifted involuntarily toward Luo Hao's direction.

The mere thought of it sent lingering waves of terror through him. Had it not been for the Evil Emperor's timely warning, and had he not acquired the Heavenly Stone, he might very well have perished within it this time.

"Too late. I only give a chance once," Hu Mingchen said expressionlessly, devoid of any mercy as he stood firmly in place.

The illusory figures of the five spiritual beasts roared skyward in the void of the Heavenly Demon Valley, radiating an overwhelming aura of slaughter.

"Damn it! Such a high instant-death rate? No wonder I saw abyss warriors instantly slaughtering players," Dong Li was startled immediately.

Looking out at the vast expanse of pristine, white snow blanketing the world outside, Yang Huaiping felt utterly bewildered. Unsure of where he truly wished to go, he simply wandered aimlessly forward.

Suddenly, all the petals of the peach blossom branch in Yang Huaiping's hand flew up into the sky, transforming into a somewhat ethereal apparition of Wan Jin. Yet her figure appeared so solitary, desolate, and melancholy.

To facilitate Kong Linglong and his associates in handling matters in Zhennan, Hu Mingchen had provided them with a Jetta. Today, Kong Linglong drove this very Jetta to pick up Hu Mingchen.

In the corridor outside the banquet hall, Jiang Nian leaned sideways against the corner of the wall. Dressed entirely in black—shirt, trousers, and high heels—she wore a black formal hat. A delicately draped black veil concealed everything above her nose, leaving only a pair of seductive, crimson lips puffing on a cigarette.

As it happened, she wore no jewelry whatsoever; this necklace paired with her dress today was simply perfection.

The reason he chose to remain and slay demonic beasts was precisely to acquire vital energy points to use for the lucky draw.

Through this anti-gambling campaign, Zhenghua realized that while many rural bad habits were difficult to eradicate completely, as long as one made the effort, results would eventually follow.

With a single sweep of his sword, over a dozen roots were severed and fell to the ground, provoking piercing shrieks from the head.

Meanwhile, Qin Huazhang was not feeling well either. As a veteran in the film industry, he naturally could already discern the future trajectory of these current films... This time, he might genuinely be heading for a downfall.

Zhenghua pulled Qi Lei out to the threshing ground outside the door. Seeing no one around, he recounted the events of the day. He kept nothing hidden from Qi Lei, even mentioning that Zhuo Yilan and Zhang Kexiang knew each other.

After all, judging from the theater attendance rates and the joyful, animated discussions of the audience as they left, it was clear that everyone thoroughly enjoyed the movie.