Volume 1, Chapter 63: Tomorrow I'll Send You to Cry at a Grave

The entire audience was stunned into silence. Frankly speaking, no one else had ever harbored such a wildly insane idea.

"How infuriating! This guy is lying again! What a liar! A total liar!" Luo Hanbing pouted, stamping her foot in vexation.

Only then did Wu Chunying fully understand why the theater commander turned a blind eye and indulged the forces of Dawang Mountain and the Hubei-Henan-Anhui border region.

Ye Yanqing channeled the thunder spirit bead within his body, guiding the formidable power of lightning into his arms. Instantly, he felt the strength in his arms increase exponentially.

"This is driving me out of my mind!" Watching the two figures fleeing into the distance, Tong Fuxian slammed his backside onto the ground and cursed bitterly. However, since both Tong San and Tong Si had been defeated by that fellow with a single blow, he was certainly not foolish enough to rush forward and humiliate himself further.

Jing Chuan looked around in a panic. Xue Qiao was merely at the second tier of the mortal realm; encountering any fierce beast would put her in extreme danger.

For someone striving in the capital, the most direct and simplest way to judge whether they were doing well was to see if they owned property in the inch-of-land-inch-of-gold metropolis of Yanjing.

The man in the black mirror was also taken aback. Upon recognizing Xia Fan, his murderous intent grew even denser. He took a stride forward, his scalpel flashing as he lunged straight for Xia Fan's throat.

Suddenly, as if recalling something, Zhe Yantie's eyes rolled, and he hurried over to whisper a few words into Zhe Yanfeng's ear.

A moment later, he slowly clasped his hands behind his back, raised his chin slightly toward the mirrored seabed, and stood motionless, watching the fish swimming in the water.

Just as the blue flying sword was about to slice through Zhou Mengyun's throat, she still neither resisted nor dodged. Zhang Ning himself couldn't help feeling a trace of doubt, and in a flurry, he pointed his right-hand sword incantation to the left, causing the blue flying sword to brush past the right side of Zhou Mengyun's neck.

Wielding a tattered fan, he took one look at it, sighed helplessly, and put it away, choosing instead to bare-knuckle brawl with Heart Constellation.

"Old leader, I have a rough idea now, and I'll go find Lele right away. I never imagined that Lele's every move would carry such monumental weight." Lu Song stood up and said.

The bald-headed brute and his companions all wore expressions of gravitas. For a peak demigod to obliterate one-tenth of a lower god's divine body with a single move was terrifying to the extreme. Across the entire universe, the number of demigods possessing such prowess definitely did not exceed ten.

At this moment, apart from hoping that Le Fan would pull him out of the mire, he truly had no one else to turn to. Even though he had targeted Le Fan earlier, right now, he had no choice but to beg him for help.

Dozens of powerhouses from the Holy Land and the Pan-Alliance stood on either side of the divine mountain, holding bronze mirrors that cast their beams upon every passing living creature.

This time, Chen Tairan did not intervene. He could tell that Tom's attack was not intended to take their lives, as none of the wind blades were aimed at vital points.

Yet, whenever Gu Nian thought of the conversation she had with Sister Azi in the hospital room just moments ago, and then looked at Tang Yiheng's deeply fatigued face, a heavy ache settled in her heart.

After Jin Yan'er finished speaking, I nodded. At that point, Ake glanced at the Never-Setting City, turned to Jin Yan'er, and asked, "Sister Yan'er, what should we do now? Shall we assault the city or surround it without attacking?"

People in their profession appeared glamorous on the surface, but the hardship involved was something only they themselves truly understood.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Lin Xie actually caught a glimpse of piercing, frigid coldness deep within Ye Zhuo's eyes, tinged with a hint of mockery.

Seeing her desire to go masking her shyness, Ren Ming made the decision for her, took her by the hand, and walked straight toward the carousel.

Inside the room, Li Manman had no desire to know why her mother wanted to take her there tomorrow night; she simply refused to let her car be sold.

Beneath the carved sandalwood bed, a curtain hung down. The young master's mother lay within, eyes closed in a semi-conscious, hazy slumber.

A strong sense of foreboding gripped his heart. He turned around and prepared to leave the stage under the protection of Xie Shaokun and Moling.

The influence of the "traffic code" on Orange Video Network was no joke. Moreover, this wasn't a secondary creation, but a video featuring his own appearance, so trending on the hot list was a breeze.

The bullets were intercepted like a magnificent waterfall tumbling from the Milky Way cut short by a broadsword, instantly breaking Shino's shooting rhythm.

Sanbaolang wandered through this grove of dark magnolias, at first feeling reluctant to leave. A hazy, half-awakened, half-intoxicated state made him forget where he was and where he was heading. His mind drifted back and forth, now on Hu Xueer, now on Long Yueer.

Following that, I discovered another suspicious detail: why was Xue Fang's body buried beneath this withered tree? What hidden danger lurked in this dead tree outside the Ghost King Temple?

"Why did you lock your brother up?" Qin Dandanhuffed heavily. After a long silence, she suddenly blurted out a question that happened to hit the exact core of the matter.

Yet at that very moment, the Han army launched their routine long-range arrow bombardment on Nara City. By sheer coincidence, the coffin-palace of the Japanese Emperor happened to sit right at the epicenter of the Han army's volley.

She was one hundred percent certain that Li Wei intended to kill her. Driven by the instinct to survive, she instinctively opened her mouth to shout, "Save—Mmh!" Before the word "life" could escape, her mouth was tightly muffled by Li Wei's hand.

Su Li stared expressionlessly at the incoming sword, his right hand gripping the hilt of the yellow paper umbrella without him even realizing when he had moved it.

The process went smoothly, after all, though the well was deep, it was not wide. Furthermore, since the well had been dry for a long time, the walls were thoroughly parched and not slippery, allowing them to climb out without much effort.

Bathed in warm water, Murong Qiqi felt an indescribable sense of soothing comfort emanate from every single inch of her skin.