Volume One, Chapter 34: Claim Her

The others were also overwhelmed by the aura of the elderly goat-like figure, their breathing labored as if a massive boulder were pressing down upon their chests.

As for Tong Tian's strength, Midland could not explain why he harbored such blind confidence; perhaps it was the natural air of self-assurance radiating from Tong Tian that had influenced him.

At this moment, before my eyes, Zhao Qiguang sat on his motorcycle, his expression shifting from a smile to astonishment in a mere second.

Every act of retaliation only fueled Yan Zhi’s ferocity; he gripped my waist tightly, biting at my neck and pushing aside my clothes. No one would see, and no one would care about what transpired in the darkness.

The so-called expedition team assessment was, in reality, just a matter of achieving a respectable rank within the arena; only then could one qualify to join the expedition team.

Wesley had arrived outside Chicago early that morning, waiting at the designated spot. His Six-Shot transformer had shifted into the form of a Knight XV parked to the side. Wesley sat on the hood, a cigar in hand, calmly savoring the aroma with every puff.

As we were speaking, a faint sound suddenly drifted from deep within the cave. My grandfather and I were both startled; there was actually someone inside.

Emperor Shenyue looked as though he had made a momentous decision, his gaze profound, his appreciation for Luo Hao evident in his expression.

After hearing the words of Wen Jin’s grandfather, Zhang Yingying was left speechless, coughing incessantly. She was likely infuriated by his remarks, yet, unable to do anything about it, she reached out and pinched my thigh hard to vent her frustration.

"Resisting to the end—how utterly foolish. Then go to your death!" The Emperor’s corpse was consumed by fury; he had nearly been tainted, a thought that enraged him beyond tolerance.

The order to retreat was issued. Although Eddie, Walker, Smith, and Oliver were puzzled by such a command, they did not hesitate to execute it, withdrawing with great haste.

Sealing techniques are obscure and difficult to master, yet Kakashi had been studying them intermittently for six years, and he had already fully mastered the seals discovered in his family's restricted archive.

Streams of faith energy rose from every corner of the realm, converging toward Caoshan Ridge. On the newly constructed, colossal statue, countless threads of faith gathered, forming a spectacular mist of devotion.

Seizing the momentum, Tantai Mingjing moved forward half a mile, completely distancing himself from the Taoist in green robes.

Yang Xiaoyang did not notice Qi Feng’s strange behavior, assuming it was merely pain, and continued to focus on picking out the tiny shards of glass. Yet, the more he picked, the more shocked he became. What on earth had this man endured to have so many fine splinters of glass embedded so deeply in his back?

Meng Yao saw it instantly; the smiles on Liu Shangxiang and the others were undoubtedly malicious.

Zhang Linxin wiped away her tears and laughed, saying, "As long as Brother Ye forgives me, I’ve felt terrible all day." Then, remembering something, she added, "Oh no, Father is waiting for me to help with the mixing; I’ll be busy for several days." She bid everyone farewell and left.

Kakashi did not like to hold their hands as they learned to walk; he preferred that they learn how to run on their own.

However, Yang Qingya, being unaware of the situation here, simply took it for granted that Luo Hebin was clowning around. Luo Hebin suddenly felt as though he could jump into the Yellow River and never wash away the stain of this misunderstanding.

"Reporter Su, Reporter Su, are you alright? Are you okay?" An Yanzhe fumbled around until he found Su Li.

A force suddenly tightened around her waist, and Su Jin-yin covered her mouth, stifling a gasp.

Legend speaks of those suspected of reaching the Spirit Transformation stage, but in this vast world, one never sees the ancients, nor can one see a Spirit Transformation practitioner today; how, then, can one say such beings truly exist?

"Someone, bring another pot of wine!" Dong Hanlin slammed the table, his aged face as red as a monkey’s backside, his voice booming like a bell.

Zhang Yuanyuan then lifted the fabric covering her thigh, revealing the snow-white skin beneath. The hole from the gunshot wound was gone. She touched her thigh, finding it so smooth and soft that she was filled with immense joy.

Lin Ge’er and the others often came to the Imperial Garden to play with slingshots, but he had visited only a handful of times. In three years, he had come a pitiful two or three times... thinking about it only brought tears.

The old man cried out right then and there, his eyes wide with disbelief, so stunned he nearly spat blood on the spot.

Having traveled less than a few miles, Ye Lin felt the surrounding bushes gradually shifting. Seeing them move, a look of vigilance appeared in his eyes.

If he hadn't understood Chong Jiu reasonably well, he probably wouldn't have given it a second thought and would have charged over to settle the score right then and there.

A flash of white light, and Hyacinth respawned on the spot. He lost a level, and a pair of leggings dropped, which were promptly snatched up by Qing Shang.

A scan of the area revealed a pile of withered bones in the weeds, so decayed they were impossible to identify—it was unclear whether they were the remains of beasts or NPC humans.

Yu Yunyao originally had no intention of interfering in these matters. He had known since yesterday afternoon that Qingqing was in trouble and had been keeping it from his wife.

Cheng Yuanzhi didn't say a word; without even taking his personal guards, he spurred his horse and raised his blade to meet the charge. His intent could not have been clearer: he wanted to duel Zhang Fei one-on-one.

I reached out with my right hand, and the scroll fell into my grasp. As I slowly unfurled it, ancient, vigorous characters appeared. Although I could not read them, when my consciousness immersed itself within, a thought left behind by the King of Hell in his decree appeared in my mind.

He simply wanted to enjoy himself; if he ended up breaking too many apples, he could just eat them himself later. As for competing, he’d rather not—let's not make a scene, shall we?

At eight o'clock on a late autumn evening, there were no pedestrians on the road, and passing vehicles were few and far between.

Watching Ye Xinyu’s face darken as he struggled to control his expression, which remained slightly twisted, even as he tried to play dumb and offer a reward to the Crown Prince, Xuan Yuanche nearly burst out laughing.