Chapter 52
Listening as she walked, Minna smiled. It seemed Alex was having a very pleasant conversation with the First Prince. Should she go over and join them?
The Ghost Sword from Apocalypse was none other than "No More Reliving the Past," whom they had encountered earlier during the regional league, and his strength was formidable! At this moment, with a fierce swing of his heavy sword, with a sharp clang, he simultaneously delivered a crushing blow to the heavy shields of Ahu and Old Ding.
By enabling her people to master the training method for the enhanced basic physical strengthening technique, Shangguan Wenfei had essentially handed herself a goose that laid golden eggs. The only thing Yu Guoqiang found regrettable was that, apart from Chu Xiong's newly recruited group of sorcerers, his subordinates consisted solely of the graduated elites from the Sorcerer Camp, making his manpower spread terribly thin.
The leading brother talked nonsense to Hua Yuye only because he was confident of absolute victory and hoped to extract intelligence from her.
"By the way, I heard some unusual rumors concerning the East China Sea from Patriarch Tianji this time. Do the two of you have any intelligence on this?" After expressing his gratitude, Yuan Futong suddenly recalled the matter of the East China Sea mentioned by Patriarch Tianji and asked the two Demon Venerables.
The black team uniform draped across his shoulders like a cloak of night, outlining his figure with an aura of mystery and resilience.
The people temporarily residing in this village seemed to have given up all hope. Ever since someone peered over the wall and attracted the attention of the external Zerg, bringing disaster upon the settlement, no one had dared to carry on that fine tradition.
Indeed, as soon as Lü Jia uttered those words, everyone was stunned! Had this Gu Cheng before them actually reached the realm of a sorcerer as well?
"This is terrible. Another Mid-Autumn Festival is here, and I still haven't paid off my debts..." She looked repeatedly at the osmanthus pastries in front of Yinzhen, unable to hold back a mournful cry.
The Dark Nether River, its water pitch-black throughout, was rumored to be formed from the vital essence of a peerless powerhouse who had fallen in ancient times. The river ran through the north and south of Qitian Prefecture, connecting to the Netherworld Sea of the Underworld in the north and the Nether Spring Ghost Mansion in the south.
Everyone knew it was not that the Western Heavenly Battle Emperor was weak, but rather that the Cold Emperor's strength was simply too terrifying—even when the Western Heavenly Battle Emperor unleashed his ancient War Emperor Avatar and employed supreme divine abilities.
"Are you certain there are no other matters?" If it were merely looking after a child, would it require such elaborate effort?
Jin'an had long since prepared the signal fireworks, intended for use in an emergency to summon the plainclothes guards standing by at a moment's notice. Jin'an had already informed Boyan about this, so Boyan naturally knew where the fireworks were kept.
What on earth was inside the subway? The broken doors and windows were sealed tightly with sturdy iron wires and chains, and from within came terrifying cries from time to time, accompanied by the sounds of a struggle thrashing against the chains. The man backed away in terror, as though something inside the pitch-black doorway was fixing its gaze upon him.
The series of upheavals triggered by Noble Consort De's madness could now be considered put to rest; however, the subsequent problems branching out from this affair could not be resolved overnight.
Mu Zicheng became aware of Han Junzhe's gaze, and looking up to find him watching her with a smile, she suddenly felt rather awkward.
His wife would not go directly to Gouziwan, but would instead stay in the Jiangnan region for a couple of months first before traveling from Jiangnan to Gouziwan.
In her view, she had already suffered such terrible misfortune, so logically, these people ought to be coddling and comforting her; why were they all lecturing her instead?
A shiver ran through the Fourth Imperial Consort's heart, and she felt the goosebumps rise all over her body from pure cringe. Had it not been for the many eyes watching her, she would have rubbed her arms right then and there.
"I don't have time." This reply was perfect; Shangguan Yu could either mean he currently had no time to persuade Lin Qianxia, or that he had no time to attend the event.
Fifteen minutes later, the boxes in front of Nangong Linyi, Murong Di, Peter, Ouyang Yingqi, Yu Ziqian, and Shen Shiyi were already brimming. It was impossible to tell whose vote count was higher. As for the other contestants, it went without saying—some hadn't received a single vote.
Description: A massive python residing deep within the forest, radiating a purple-gold glow. It is rumored that its gallbladder possesses a miraculous and peculiar power, driving many to hunt it down.
Before long, only Hua Qingyan and her two children were left in the courtyard, though Hua Qingyan stopped Hu Qing before he left. She certainly hadn't forgotten that there was still a wounded patient in the back courtyard.
The players who were instantly slaying massive numbers of monsters numbered over a dozen. Combined, everyone averaged about 10 kills per second; a 5% EXP gain meant an average of 50% EXP per second from a Level 155 Immortal-grade monster—that was already quite impressive.
As for Dong Zhuo, the grace of thrice-relocating his residence was still vivid in his mind; Cai Yong was not an ingrate. The steadfast loyalty he once held for Liu Hong in his early years had long since faded with the passage of time and Liu Hong's repeated acts of demotion. Instead, Dong Zhuo's utmost respect toward him left him filled with gratitude.
Xie Banmei had not expected that just as the affairs in the capital had come to a close, another major crisis was already waiting for him in the wings.
She watched Tao Xiu's disappointed face as another man comforted him, patting his shoulder, pressing against his cheek, stroking his palm—gentle, considerate, and attentive in every possible way.
The man who had been lying down in the cell instantly lunged forward, thrusting his hands through the bars to grab Duan Qingyan, wearing a ferocious expression as if he meant to tear her limb from limb and grind her bones to dust.
Molong's hands were broken, so he could not grab onto anything and had to rely on a few soldiers to pull him along. However, when the center of the tornado shifted directly over their heads, Molong and the soldiers were sucked up into the sky together.
"No, impossible..." A wave of chilling air crept up Liu Zi's spine, freezing him in place and making him afraid to even twitch.
Outside the restaurant doors, Xia Xue approached her car and was about to slide back inside when her right arm was suddenly seized by Ao Mingjie.
At this moment, Di Yu felt a pang in his chest and a great turmoil in his mind. He had originally thought Qiu Chen was mostly recovered. Seeing this scene, he now hesitated whether he should reveal the purpose of his visit, and plunged into deep contemplation.