Volume One, Chapter 70: His gaze could hardly be called innocent.

Bo Xingzhou’s gaze shifted away from Fang Yuze, as cold and sharp as a blade encased in ice, sweeping slowly toward Lu Jingyan.

Had it not been for that fleeting glimpse of the intricate roses, Cao Xuanxia might already have made her move.

Liang Yizhu was indifferent as to where she should go; although most of her family would head to the clan’s base, it wasn’t mandatory. She mainly felt that Xu Kemei seemed to be doing quite well here, and since this had been their home for so long, she couldn’t fathom why Xu Kemei wanted to leave.

When the last item, the "Emerald Sun Fan," came up, Li Muyang focused all his attention. After all, this was the finest weapon in his possession, and he hoped its newly revealed skill would be equally exceptional.

Yet spiritual power had nothing to do with this vitality; it was a force born from the fusion of will and primordial energy.

Despite this, the two men moved with remarkable agility, dodging left and right, their abilities flowing from their hands without pause.

The captain of the criminal investigation team hurried to gather his stunned officers. Once he confirmed that no villagers had witnessed anything, he breathed a deep sigh of relief.

They did not see a finger reaching to gouge out Yu Feifei’s eyes; all they saw was her body trembling incessantly.

A domestic pig weighing nearly two hundred pounds may seem harmless, but when facing a black bear, it becomes fiercely valiant.

Within, a young man with a cold, sinister gaze stepped out, descended the stairs, and in a flash, darted southward.

His entire body glowed with a deep, mahogany light, the shield on his back radiating an even richer hue.

Still lost in bewilderment, the girls watched as Yue Lingxiang approached the bed. She first placed a pill in Siqing’s mouth, then began tending to her wounds.

“You’re not just in a bad mood; you’ve lost your soul completely. I dragged you out for a walk, but you kept your head down the whole time. If I hadn’t pulled you along, you’d have walked right into someone’s car,” Tang Guo said.

In an instant, all three thousand flying eagles felt the void darken, as meteors seemed to plummet from the heavens.

King Pantian was not old—barely thirty. A cultivator who had reached the Questioning Immortal realm at thirty was nearly unheard of in the entire cultivation world. In this regard, King Pantian had every reason to be proud.

“Unless you become a warrior in the ‘Paradise Arena’ and advance to ‘Golden Warrior,’ you’ll never be granted an audience with the owner of Paradise... I’m not lying. Every wealthy patron or fighter who enters Paradise has heard this rule,” Po Jun hastily explained.

The sky turned blood-red—what did that signify? It meant that something ominous was about to occur. Across the land, who could possibly cast such a crimson veil over the world?

Qu Batian was the director of the Martial Arts Academy at South Sea University. He had taught for decades, nurturing countless students, and was a renowned martial arts master in the South Sea, held in high esteem.

Whether one can do it is one thing; whether one wants to is another. Clearly, Fang Yunjie’s blunt refusal belonged to the latter.

Yan Fang watched the dance, sensing nostalgia in its movements; then joy mingled with hatred flashed across his face, a complexity of emotions that defied words.

The forest fell silent, and in that hush, the buzzing of the gu insects’ wings sounded especially grating.

My whole body now seemed like a massive energy entity; my inner vision could no longer detect the organs, only a golden heart beating softly in my left chest, its rhythm reduced to a tenth of its former speed.

The New Star Legion was stunned. They had just witnessed Wesley’s marvels—the appearance and disappearance of the domain armor—and now another set of technological battle armor. The commander was astounded; if this wasn’t domain tech, then it must be Earth’s.