Chapter Twenty: Ability

Leaving the city from here, the Palace of the Underworld God stands directly opposite.

However, he was blocked. Two ghostly guards of the nether wind barred his path, their voices raspy as they spoke: "This way is impassable."

There was not only porridge, but also steamed buns and soy milk. Seeing this, Lin Yun’s stomach rumbled. Just as he washed his hands and reached for the table, Uncle Lin rapped his chopsticks against Lin Yun’s hand. "Ouch! Dad, what are you doing!" Lin Yun retracted his hand in pain.

Then, Peter closed his eyes, his senses spreading out along the nanometal, pinpointing the core of the energy weapon.

Beside him, Zhu Rongxue’s mouth hung slightly agape as she witnessed this scene, though she remained silent.

Phil Coulson, having just arrived at the scene, witnessed the breathtaking moment Thor regained his divine power.

Everyone present had been supported by him; at the very least, they had received his guidance when they were starting their careers.

The warlock did not pursue Zhang Qing too far, knowing he could never kill a guy who was both so resilient and immune to psychic attacks.

As for the Buddhist sect, she was not currently considering it. For one, she did not want to shave her head, and for another, she still wanted to eat meat; she could not accept an all-vegetarian diet.

When the Holy Emperor of the Yellow Springs finished speaking, everyone present wore expressions of utter disbelief.

They had barely entered Bao'an Garden when the thunder began. Moments later, a torrential downpour fell, washing away most of the summer heat.

Gently, he brushed the dust off the flower ball. He patted it several times but did not hand the ball over.

Combining the architectural styles of ancient China with the features of Western castles, Xue Ning had put considerable thought into the interior planning of the Giant Wolf Stronghold.

"Who are you all?" Lin Xiafan asked calmly, showing no fear. If a fight broke out, who would be afraid of whom? If he couldn't win, he could just hide in the Xuantian Glazed Immortal Tower and escape. Was he afraid of them?

The security guards outside watched the man’s movements through the security room monitor and nodded in realization.

At that very moment, two figures drifted out from the window of the second-floor private room of the farmhouse restaurant like light smoke.

The others in the accompanying envoy delegation had remained outside and were unaware of what had happened within, but judging by Cao Hong's expression, it was easy to guess that the negotiations had gone poorly.

At this moment, as the capital of the Unsetting Sun, this place was the most suitable choice, possessing both a solid foundation for rule and complete infrastructure.

Zhou Sen ran into the dining room and searched for quite a while before spotting Lin Xiafan watching him. Zhou Sen rubbed his nose, feeling a bit embarrassed, but Lin Xiafan beckoned to him, as if he had known he would return and had been waiting right there for him.

Liu Yu was actually quite serious when he said this, because he knew his opponents were skilled. The way they secured a double kill while at low health was beyond anything he could imagine.

For now, Liu Jianing was focused on last-hitting minions while searching for a solution.

Or perhaps he had guessed his intentions? Did he understand that if he spoke like that instead of going for the kill, there must be another reason?

"Don't give me those excuses! Do you really think I believe you? It's just because it's peak tourist season, and someone else offered a higher price than what we booked, so you regretted it and decided to give the room to someone else!" Zhang Yuqian insisted relentlessly.

Death is a terrifying thing for anyone, but the feeling of clearly knowing exactly when one will die made Zhou Tian truly unable to hold it together.

He quickly joined forces with Bing Lengtao, and in a few quick moves, eliminated the shadow of the normal Tao within his sea of consciousness.

Ji Xiang had not yet figured out the specific relationship between Young Master Fu and Zhou Jingyu; how could she be willing to leave just like that?

However, unlike Zhao Yunfei’s enthusiastic practice of the plum blossom poles, Guo Fangping, the coach of the school’s arts and sports martial arts program, opposed it. When he saw Zhao Yunfei practicing this footwork during training breaks, he took the initiative to talk to him, hoping he would stop and focus on his Taizu Long Fist training.

Seeing Su Yimao’s look of profound regret, she suddenly thought of a popular human saying.

Ye Xiao suddenly blurted out a sentence, causing Ye Chen to pause. Then, following Ye Xiao’s gaze, he realized the boy was looking at his remote control, and his expression changed instantly.

Shi Wu knew this was Chiyou’s prank—both fulfilling his wish and constantly reminding him to be obedient.

The only thing certain was that if they dragged it out any longer, Shi Tao’s internal energy would gradually recover, making it even harder to kill him.

Death cannot solve anything; only cowards who cannot withstand the blows of fate use death as a means of escape.

After a moment of chaos, as if the universe’s heartbeat had skipped a beat, their gazes slowly converged once more, locking onto one another.

The situation for the Immortal Alliance had suddenly become precarious. Fortunately, Zhang Zhishui quickened his pace and finally arrived in time. He frowned as he saw everyone plunged into the Heavenly Demon invasion, carefully scanning the battlefield until he could see things clearly.

Looking at Instructor Zhou’s retreating back, a sense of parting welled up in his heart. Life is essentially a drama of meetings and partings; when the weather turns cold, it is time for the curtain to fall.

His heart drummed against his ribs. He intended to ask if he was going to kiss her or not, but he heard the man’s chest vibrate with a soft chuckle.

I looked into the ancestral hall; sure enough, those figures who were already as thin as bamboo sticks were now as spindly as lines, and one could clearly see the shape of their bones.

The poisoning and pursuit by Mayi and the Bat, and the situation where he was saved by a very familiar voice in his moment of greatest despair, all flashed back in an instant.

Having broken free, the Blood Asura felt the vastness of the world. With a move, he escaped the attack range of the Four Symbols Sacred Beasts. However, clearly feeling humiliated by Zhang Zhishui’s brutal suppression, he didn't say a word before unleashing a torrential sea of blood, which roared toward Zhang Zhishui.

But ever since he returned to City A, when had he not clocked out at five o'clock sharp, spending every evening cuddled up with her and the children?

"Haha, alright, I'll practice on my own first. If it really doesn't work, I'll consider the two methods you mentioned. Don't worry, I've got my eyes on that million too." Fang Yichen comforted her with a laugh.