Fifty-Two
With a sudden flash of movement, his figure shot forward. The divine spear in his hand blazed a hundred times brighter with golden radiance, unleashing an esoteric and profound aura of the Dao that swept across the four seas and the nine netherworlds.
"The Jiang family, one of the ancient aristocratic families passed down since the primordial era. In time, you will gradually come to understand just how extraordinary our lineage is within the Eastern Wasteland." A faint trace of subtle pride rarely revealed itself in the tone of the young man in white.
Sure enough, upon hearing that voice, the already broken Venerable Kong Xing regained a shred of sanity and began to cry out loudly for rescue.
With a head start on kills, assistance from teammates, and a lead in items, this troll was essentially bound to snowball into a natural victory. Yet, neither the mid lane nor the bot lane showed any intention of pushing towers; even with a clear advantage, not a single soul bothered to touch the enemy turrets.
The thousand-legged blood spider continued to wail incessantly, unable to bear the agonizing sensation of its body being slowly and inexorably incinerated by inextinguishable flames.
"Apologies, but we have other matters to attend to shortly and won't be joining you," the two of them politely declined.
"Wait, it is still not the time yet. This is a crucial juncture, and absolutely nothing must go wrong," Jiang Hao said earnestly.
Countless living beings were swallowed whole by the pitch-black tide, instantly snuffing out their lives.
"Do you mind getting your facts straight? What on earth are you people celebrating? You've even gone and disrupted the traffic," Wang Chengxian demanded angrily.
In that fleeting instant—lasting not even the duration of a single breath—Luo Yu and Jiang Yiru traversed an immensely protracted train of thought in their minds.
Old Five still failed to grasp Qian Duo's intent. After rattling off so much useful function and knowledge, if Qian Duo claimed nothing was going on, Old Five was certain no one would object to him giving the fellow a beating.
Faced with Old Five's unblinking gaze, Qian Duo knew that if he admitted to seeing through it, the outcome would hardly be pleasant.
Qian Duo looked at Old Five with a resigned sigh; this guy was probably his master's number-one fan, always eager to drag his master into every single topic.
"So, what exactly are we supposed to do now?" Finding no apparent danger, Qin Yue was no longer as tense as before and asked the question aloud.
After four days of traveling on foot, Bu Qianhuai finally reached his destination. Along the way, he had dealt with a few blind-eyed bandits and gained a much clearer sense of the route. Spending a full four days journeying entirely by burning true essence spoke volumes about the sheer vastness of the bitter realm—or perhaps, just how far away his starting point was from his destination.
His question was a blatant display of feigned ignorance, deployed solely as a pretext to get Nan He to speak with him.
Lu Yan felt he could no longer remain so passive; he needed to take the initiative and uncover the motives behind the plot against Abigail. Only then would the situation make any headway.
If looks could kill, Song Lianzhou had no doubt he would have already been sliced into a thousand pieces by Yu Meng's glare.
"Uh-oh!" Yang Yu was jolted with a sudden start! How could the old man possibly hear the thoughts running through his mind?
Her words prompted the two police officers hailing from Heishan Village to cast a subtle, complex look at Song Lianzhou.
Feng Ming had been staring intently at Su Yang, only to find herself inadvertently drawn into their conversation.
Without another word, Xia Zhu dismissed Liu Jiannan's thoughts entirely, turned on her heel, and walked away without the slightest trace of reluctance.
In the Senju residence, Tsunade, Samacha, and Nawaki waited idly at home for the return of familiar faces.
Upon hearing Feng Ming's hypothesis, Feng Ji pondered it seriously and realized that her proposition was entirely plausible.
Camellias were commonly cultivated throughout both the Land of Water and the Land of Waves; unless preserved in amber, it was virtually impossible to keep a white camellia blossom in such pristine condition.
"Ionic Spark Aegis: Upon activation, projects an energy barrier around the caster's body lasting for 6 seconds. During this duration, incoming damage is reduced by 20%, and bonus armor and magic resistance are increased by 20 points."
An alloy-textured insect crawled up a carbon-fiber thigh, brushed past a dusty fur collar, and finally came to rest atop an anodized steel spine.
Upon learning that Jiang Qi desired the Seven Emotions formula, Hua Jingyan felt a pang of guilt for having misunderstood her earlier.
"Ah, this is different!" Beibei shook his head vigorously, forgiving him for his limited vocabulary, which truly failed to articulate the thoughts in his heart.
"Our Golden Radiance Sword Sect is established atop a major spiritual vein, spanning one principal peak and eight subordinate peaks. Among them, the main peak, Golden Sword Peak, possesses the densest spiritual Qi. The name Golden Sword was chosen primarily to commemorate our sect's founding patriarch, the Golden Sword Ancestor."
Before Peter had even crossed the ocean himself, knowing how exceptionally difficult life was for serfs, he patted the man's shoulder in comforting reassurance.
The poetry gathering at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion proceeded undisturbed, seemingly oblivious to the swirling undercurrents of the tense and mysterious atmosphere gripping the capital.
He intended to use visible, daily progress to drive Payne forward. Furthermore, feedback such as "money increased" or "money decreased" was both immediate and intuitive.
Ming Tang strolled leisurely down the street, sightseeing and listening in on gossip while stopping to purchase a piece of sugar-painting to nibble on.
Thus, upon coming of age, the original host made the bold and resolute decision to leave the planet Fiqila and travel to Carroll.