Volume One, Chapter 120: Raised to Reverence

Especially after this experience, Ye Guang wouldn’t dare make a move on Su Tingxue; wouldn’t that just be asking for trouble? Su Tingxue stormed off in a huff. She was already thinking of writing a letter home so her family could pull some strings and get her back as soon as possible. After all, this Tian’an domain was now completely isolated from the outside world. To travel to the Ancient God Hall, one could only rely on the star realm passages; as for using a teleportation array—did you really think the Ancient God Hall would give you that chance?

Rather than voice his opinion immediately, he acted like lightning, reaching out to take the five stone beads from Ding Ning’s palm. As he did, the tips of his fingers brushed lightly against Ding Ning’s hand.

No matter how powerful this formation was, so long as it wasn’t an unbreakable trap, Wang Feng was confident he could bring it crashing down.

That voice made him shudder; almost instinctively, he looked up and met the Queen’s gaze head-on.

Kyoko Yamamoto’s whole body tensed; the other party was right—the gulf in strength between them was simply too vast. There was no way for Kyoko Yamamoto to dodge.

Gao Feng sat with his legs crossed on the chair, watching Fan Beauty skip around like a monkey, and asked calmly.

So Bai Li understood: if the Battle Maniac didn’t clearly realize that, while he wasn’t afraid of fifty-nine Soul Sect enemies, he had no way of killing them, he would have already made his move by now.

Leng Bugua and Leng Bunao were both agile black opponents, not only physically gifted but also extremely strong. When they clashed, the sea sprayed high once more, and even the water beneath their feet seemed to boil.

But he hadn’t done so, for he understood that the only reason he was able to be here was thanks to the grace of others.

To build a road, you needed enough manpower, you had to provide them with food and drink—it was a massive undertaking, costly in every way. More importantly, with spring coming, it would soon be time to sow the fields. If too many able-bodied men were diverted, next year’s harvest would suffer.

“Mi’er, what brings you here?” Li Yu, who was resting with his eyes closed in the bath, turned at the sound of footsteps and asked in surprise.

She finally tore off her veil, letting Ah Tie see her true face, clear and unhidden.

Lu Wuxia, like Celestial Master Tianji and the elders, said nothing more. But when he looked at Jian Yi, there was a trace of apology in his gaze.

The Jiao Demon King was like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, always ready to strike a deadly blow. Unfortunately, his strength was lacking; he could only drum up some noise from the sidelines. If he wished to enter the fray himself, he was far from qualified—he could only fume helplessly at the side, unable to affect the overall situation.

Just as the gods were preparing to eliminate Li Kuafu, a celestial voice sounded by Li Kuafu’s ear.

Although everyone had long since ceased to doubt Jian Yi’s abilities, when they heard these words, Celestial Master Dongling and the others still hesitated a little.

It turned out that Feng Wu and her master had always shared a tacit understanding—they would meet in a dense forest outside the Arrow Manor every other night so her master could test her progress in archery.

I don’t really understand what a masochist is, but I can tell from the Lord’s tone of voice, so I absolutely must never become someone like that.

That’s why he felt exhausted, yet had no choice but to force himself onward, not daring to slacken in the slightest.

Chen Langli interjected, “That’s right, twenty years later I’ll still be a hero. Tonight, I’ll take down a few more fellows—when I get to the underworld, at least I’ll have some company.”

The scar on the old man’s face started at the corner of his eye, slashed across the nose, and ended at the other eye. The bridge of his nose was sunken in one spot, as if it had been cut by a sharp weapon.