Volume 1, Chapter 51: Re-entering the Spirit Pavilion

"No! I didn't..."
Duan Yan subconsciously tried to deny it, but the next second, he felt the sword pressed against his neck shift.
The chilling sensation clinging closely to his skin, accompanied by a faint stinging pain, came through with absolute clarity. Duan Yan instinctively swallowed hard.
"If I wanted to kill you, you'd already be a dead man! You've lost!"
"No! How is this possible? How could I possibly lose?!"
Duan Yan's eyes split with fury, unable to accept such an outcome for the moment.

Footsteps stopped when they reached right before her, a warm, large hand gripped her arm, and a passionate kiss was pressed against her burning cheek.

May 8th—this was a day she would never forget in her lifetime. How could she possibly not remember it?

Ever since Roubao had laid eyes on Lan Lichuan once before, she would constantly go on and on, saying, "That long-legged creepy uncle is my boyfriend." If anyone dared to say otherwise, she would cry her eyes out on the spot, throwing a devastating tantrum—just like she was doing right now.

Having slain the two corpses, the cultivation of all the great mighty figures in the primordial world had practically reached their peaks, and every innate deity began to touch upon the laws and authority belonging to the primordial gods of their era.

Ou Meng took a few steps back upon seeing this and said, "I don't believe you can draw the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow with your current strength! Don't try to scare me!" Though he spoke bravely, his feet kept retreating uncontrollably, for he was currently unsure whether Mu Xifeng could truly pull the bowstring of the Sun-Breaching Divine Bow.

Then go ahead and do it. Li Mu did not object to Yan Shun conducting some experiments that Li Mu had never understood before. Was a life lived strictly by the book really that meaningful?

The United States was also a place where the mountains were high and the emperor was far away. As long as there was no war, the president was merely a figurehead, and even official formal dispatches could be lawfully rejected by state governments.

"No, thank you." In truth, she hadn't wanted to go back at all; she simply didn't want to reject the kindness of others over and over again.

Just like how she had once persuaded me to leave Yan Ke, I would persuade her to divorce Gu Ting—such a man was not worth keeping anyway.

Ji Siming also glanced somewhat strangely at He Xiao. He had never seen He Xiao look so sharp and sarcastic before, and for a moment he failed to react, instantly making the atmosphere feel rather unusual.

Group Leader Wang raised his voice in a shout, then waved his hand to lead the recruits from the backyard, and everyone trooped together into the front yard.

For an ordinary person, discerning the intentions of the Zhen family might not have been so easy, but this could not hide it from Li Xiaoyao.

With the Great Jin eyeing the borders fiercely nowadays, how could they afford to drag this out for half a month? Duan Heng had ordered him to lead his troops back to the royal city, mentioning only the protection of the city and nothing else. The sooner things were straightened out, the better, for the borderlands were still waiting for his return.

He extended both hands, and from his palms suddenly flew a beam of white spiritual light. The light descended upon the giant hollow being, directly transforming into a ring of light that slipped over the Hollow.

His entire body's power broke through to yet another new height, and the golden radiance alone was enough to dispel space itself, creating a complete vacuum zone all around him.

First of all, a rugged and difficult mountain path stretching for hundreds of miles might take ordinary humans several days of walking just to reach, but for the white tiger, such an obstacle did not exist at all.

Jin Yan also smiled and said, "Today I have finally witnessed what the majesty of the Empress of the Central Palace looks like. Truly, it scared me to death!" As she spoke, she feigned patting her chest and shot a smiling, sidelong glance at me.

Li Xiaoyao raised his eyes to take a look. The old man in the middle looked somewhat familiar, yet for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

Seeing that the teacher still remained unmoved, Yu Xia could no longer endure it. Casually picking up a thick tree branch from the ground, she waved it at the dog and shouted. Fierce though the large hound was, for some reason it only scampered backward and showed no intent to attack whatsoever.

In this place, alcohol was definitely a luxury item, and probably only a heavyweight figure like old Jess could enjoy it to his heart's content.

Within the illusory sea of mist, it wasn't truly a place of no return; as long as one didn't venture too deep and merely wandered the outer perimeters, the hope of coming back out was still relatively high. But once one plunged deep inside, barring those blessed with extraordinary luck, nine times out of ten they would never emerge.