Volume 1, Chapter 38: Give Me Ten Breaths, and the Tides of Battle Will Turn

Under the cover of night, a strange, cackling laugh echoed, and a withered figure emerged. The old man was gaunt as a skeleton, yet possessed a vibrant, spirited energy. Despite his benevolent and kindly appearance, the stench of death radiating from his body was so dense it had almost materialized, faintly seeping from his pores.

Given this, Yun Hao decided it would be better to stay within the city; at the very least, spending money bought peace of mind. With his abilities, he would never lack spirit stones, and as far as he was concerned, anything that could be solved with a bit of crystal was not a real problem.

Ten thousand rays of morning glow cascaded down, casting Mu Lunjin in the light of a celestial prodigy seemingly untouched by the mundane world. At a single glance, Zui Hongyan was intoxicated by his arrogant, noble aura. She stood dazed for several seconds before she finally opened her mouth to speak, but just as her crimson lips parted, Mu Lunjin gently interrupted her.

Thus, he used his eyes to convey all of this to Chen Jie and the others; it appeared they had noticed it too.

"Gossip?" Everyone was stunned, then suddenly realized. Was Li Donglai not constantly embroiled in gossip? It was hardly surprising that he would draw inspiration for a movie from such scandals.

Everyone was dumbfounded, Han Linsen included, and he could only stare at Ye Qianfeng with a vacant gaze as he spoke.

"Yes, Master!" Overlord replied. Gripping his massive black profound-iron staff, he stomped heavily on the ground, vaulting over a meter into the air. With a fierce swing, the muscles in his arms bulged and veins twisted like knotted roots as he exerted his full strength, slamming the iron staff down toward the Ice Wolf King.

Deep within the cavern, Cang Tian struggled to break through—failure, failure, failure. Three days and three nights passed, then a fortnight in the blink of an eye, yet he still failed.

After being struck by Lin Feng that day, Lan Yihua had spent several days recuperating at home, which had driven her nearly mad with boredom. So, as soon as the bruising on her face faded, she rushed to the casino, hoping to win some money to soothe her frustration.

Audiences who watched the film were so disgusted that they took to the internet to leave comments like, "It's a pile of trash. A waste of my time."

Bu Hui’s face had turned deathly pale, devoid of any color, and her lips were purple; she was in too much pain to speak.

Ye Yuanzhou’s smile faded, his handsome face clouding with gloom as he clenched his right hand into a fist inside his sleeve. She had never smiled at him with such brilliance or joy.

Seeing my grandfather’s expression and hearing his words, I began to understand. I immediately asked, "If that’s the case, then when you first came in, were you the same as me?" I finished, looking at him, my face full of questions.

In Ye Sanlang’s view, if one were to enter the ruins—or perhaps it wasn't ruins, and the Heavenly Sword Sect had not yet been destroyed—to enter the Heavenly Sword Sect, one would still have to enter the Heavenly Sword Province, which lay hidden within a barrier.

After refining the medicinal powder, Liu Lu proceeded to refine the essence blood of the magical beast. After another day of work, the various medicinal herbs and the blood finally saw their mutual repulsion wane, and they began to fuse together.

Having said that, Gu Zhao ignored Ping Hongyan, knowing that Ping Hongyan was like a bottle of oil already set ablaze—she might explode at any moment. Instead, he fixed his gaze on Sun Jinxin.

After all, Xing Haibin was a long-time subordinate of Minister Liu. Anything that needed to be said had likely already been said. It wasn't as if Minister Liu didn't know Xing Haibin’s capabilities; his reaching this current position was thanks to Gu Zhao’s influence. Was it worth Minister Liu’s effort to prepare tea for him like this? No one would believe that.

Ye Qinglan leaned in and whispered a few words of comfort, but with little effect. Gu Xiyu’s pretty face grew paler, and her body began to tremble slightly.

Recalling the various legends surrounding the Sirens, Kratos felt a stir in his heart. He sprinted across the beach and, with a final leap, dove straight into the churning waves.