47 Performer (14)

“The paths of humans and spirits are different, let alone the fact that he is the Son of Heaven, surrounded in the palace by Buddhist halls and the radiance of guardian deities. I dare not even approach,” Zhang Taihua said, tears glistening as she stepped before me, her eyes hollow.

Dark true energy surged forth, billowing like violent waves at sea, yet beneath the rolling tide lingered a sense of compassion. Though it was ghostly energy, it lacked the cold, sinister chill of evil spirits.

“There is no other way but for the entire clan to relocate! Fortunately, the tribes of the Western Wastes are still scattered and far from unified. It will take time for them to consolidate, and we still have a chance to prepare,” Nangong Lie said gravely.

“Why... is this happening…” Borsalino’s body was embedded in steel, like a stone set in earth. He could not even comprehend why yet another person appeared who could attack him without using Haki... Instinctively, his bruised lips twitched as he asked, baffled.

“It’s precisely because of this news that so many people are going to participate in the selection this time. You can imagine how lively it’s going to be. I must see it for myself,” said the middle-aged man who had spoken first.

Chu Linfeng knew that if this fellow transformed into his Golden Dragon form, even his Heavenly Slash might not be enough to handle him. The defense of the Golden Dragon body was legendary. It was only because he had underestimated Chu Linfeng that he now faced such a fate.

“The disparity in our forces is enormous,” Capone Bege said, pulling back his suit to reveal layer upon layer of cannon ports, a dense array of miniature turrets emerging from his body.

Now that the past is brought up again, I truly must ponder deeply how to keep Baoyuan from being burdened by these matters that could shake the very foundation of the state.

I stepped down from the chariot and patted the horse’s head, affectionately rubbing my cheek against its face. The steed, surprisingly docile, nuzzled back at me, snorting softly.

Yu Mengmeng, looking aggrieved, leaned into Ji Mo’s embrace, casting a triumphant smile my way, even flashing a big “V” sign with her hand at her side.

After all, even the most extraordinary prodigy, guided by a renowned master, could not possibly advance as rapidly and forcefully as Wang Tian—rising from the fifth “Explosive Qi” level to the eighth “Diamond Body” level in such a short time.

A flash of red candlelight; Yi Lanxuan’s chambers were still brimming with joy as before. Fan Lihua, fire striker in hand, turned back to glance toward the door.

“Why did you get up to make breakfast for me today? You could have waited for me. I would’ve cooked for you,” Dongfang Ji said tenderly, embracing Xuanxuan from behind.

“There’s nothing you can’t do. If sir can’t come back, madam can simply fly to America herself. Nothing wrong with that,” Aunt Wang said with a smile.

Spatial magic is rare, mysterious, and difficult to master. That Annie was able to become a level-three intermediate spatial mage and wield space magic within three months was inseparable from her talent and diligence.

Thirty years ago, the appearance of the ‘Red Snow Lotus’ frightened away countless petty thugs. Not to mention her own skills, even her subordinates could now each command half the martial world.

Men can’t help but marvel at God’s favoritism—how is it that a man like Fu Sinian faces no obstacles in either career or love?

“Thank you. Truly, thank you. I never thought my partner would be like this. If it weren’t for you, I’d probably be in trouble already,” Ouyang Jing said gratefully.

Without further words, I tossed it onto his lap—eat it or not as you please. The sweetness melted on my tongue, but perhaps because it had been soaked in water, it tasted especially bitter. Half a piece of chocolate in my stomach did little good; instead, my empty belly only felt hungrier.

Through my own experience, I confirmed the most likely reason for this phenomenon: the humidity in the cave caused refraction. If people did not walk together and kept a distance, they could easily lose their way and become separated from the group due to refracted light.

Upon learning of these so-called rules, Ye Fan finally understood the helplessness on Zhao Liang’s face. This man was a classic scoundrel—forcing others to work while taking the lion’s share of the benefits for himself.

Yesterday, Yuan Manor in Qingyuan Town was festooned with lanterns and firecrackers, filled with festive cheer; today, however, it was shrouded in a faint cloud of sorrow.

She trembled violently, her strength utterly spent, yet she struggled desperately.

Lin Weiwei was suffocating, her expression twisted in pain, muffled whimpers escaping her lips.

That “stick doctor” deceived the world, turned truth into lies. The forgotten ancestors were furious, and Pan Chen’s confrontation was more than justified.

“Lan Yiyi, no matter who you call, it’s useless. Tonight, you’re definitely getting the feather duster,” Lan Ziyue’s voice was loud enough for Room 520’s occupants and Long Tengyi to hear.

Because he was carrying Xiangxiang, Qi Hui didn’t want to enter through the front, so he climbed up from the back with her in his arms. Only after entering did he step out to find an acquaintance to deliver a message to Madam Xi. The people here were long used to this, and even the old procuress still believed Qi Hui was a young master of the Pang family, not daring to slight him.