Chapter 30

"I'll fight you to the death!" Xia Yu had never been so humiliated in her life. Driven by desperate fury, she ignored the blade at her throat and lunged directly at Du Heng.

Legend had it that Xiao Yao possessed a supernatural throwing knife technique. It was this very skill that allowed him, a four-star Martial Master, to blind Hua Jue.

As it happened, once the Eldest Mistress Xiao opened the gaming table, the other ladies of the Xiao household could not sit still; they set up two tables in the flower hall and began playing mahjong.

Ye Zining had long since collapsed into the grand armchair, as if every ounce of strength had been drained from her in an instant, leaving her as limp as a pile of mud. Her eyes were hollow, completely devoid of focus.

The Ancestral Saint of War possessed not only the Eternal Sword Principles but also a battle intent capable of shattering the constraints of heaven and earth. His ink-black hair danced wildly toward the sky.

However, these were extraordinary times that called for extraordinary measures. Why grieve over a mere hundred fruits from the Divine Tree? As long as he could repel the Demon Realm's army and become the supreme Pangu, these Six Realms would be under his control.

This whip appeared ordinary, but it was actually crafted from red blood-vines found on the cliffs of high, snow-capped mountains. After the bark was stripped away, it was soaked in a special medicinal broth, steamed nine times, and sun-dried nine times over the course of nine years.

Murong Wan was startled. She reached out to touch him and found his body already turning cold; no matter how one looked at it, it did not seem like an act.

At this moment, Luo Feng, who was already a hundred miles away, felt a sudden tremor in his soul. A sharp, violent pain pierced from his heart through his internal organs and into every pore of his body. Tears streamed from his eyes, though he could not tell if they were born of physical agony or emotional grief.

Fortunately, the imperial court had already made arrangements. Not only were all the physicians from the Imperial Hospital mobilized, but renowned surgeons from across the capital had also joined the effort, and even the military doctors from the Five Armies and Imperial Guard battalions had rushed to the scene.

After ending the communication with Yan Taixiu, Fang Yuchen pondered for a moment but did not send a message to Fang Yuhan. Firstly, he feared that Yan Taixiu might be right beside Fang Yuhan, making conversation extremely inconvenient. Secondly, he knew Fang Yuhan would naturally explain things to him when the time was right.

Feng Yan did not deny the words of Old Cripple Hua, but both reached a consensus: it was the Dark Night Kitchen that was forcing his hand.

He wore a moon-white brocade robe with swirling patterns, its edges embroidered with soft gold thread that shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight. His face was like jade, his ink-black hair as dark as lacquer, and his handsome peach-blossom eyes curved into crescents, reflecting ripples of unfathomable depth. A faint smile played upon his lips.

After Tianshan Old Freak finished his bath, he saw Liu Zhen sitting on the sofa, staring intently at his computer, unsure of what he was doing. He walked over and leaned in to look, only to discover that Liu Zhen was actually reviewing the profiles of the managers of the New Fashion Gourmet Restaurant.

"Whatever!" A trace of indifference flickered across his cold face. With cold lips, Long Linfei uttered these two words, maintaining an air of complete nonchalance.

Wu Yi galloped at full speed, flying continuously along the path of the Big Dipper in the sky. In less than the time it took for an incense stick to burn, he had left his pursuers far behind.

Gu Ling'er was stunned, then nodded. She accompanied Long Tianchen into the courtyard and explained that her sister had injured her legs and could not play with him. Unexpectedly, Long Tianchen seemed to understand; true to his word, he did not pester Gu Ling'er again.

"Whether you have the ability or not isn't for you to decide. You, compete with me in cooking right now! If you lose, get out of this inn today!" Chong Huo pointed at Chong Xing.

"Is the person causing trouble for you lately the same one causing trouble for me—someone with the surname Xu?" Xu Xiyan was clearly puzzled by the matter as well. However, unlike Xu Yuanxuan, who was truly a Xu by blood, Xu Xiyan had merely been adopted by a family with that surname.

Qiu Hong remained throughout the rest of the auction, and Liu Zhen's eyes never left him. Liu Zhen did not believe he was there merely for amusement.

Just as the dagger was about to pierce the old butler's heart, it was suddenly interrupted. Even more infuriatingly, the opponent had shattered the blade with a single punch. The man holding the dagger was gripped by extreme rage; he did not stop to think that anyone capable of shattering a dagger with a fist was clearly no ordinary person.

Something was wrong! Fang Can suddenly felt a sense of unease. Fearing that he would be discovered by the old man if he followed too closely, he had only locked onto him with his divine sense rather than tailing him directly. But at this moment, he felt his divine sense choke, as if it had been forcefully severed by something.

Waves of cooling energy surged into Rels's heart, and he finally regained consciousness. Looking at the suppressed demonic energy within his body, Rels knew that the essence of the dragon inside him had saved him once again.

Lei Chan's foul language instantly echoed throughout the entire base, audible even dozens of miles away. The "Thunder Lion Roar" of the Lei clan, when unleashed by him, truly had the power to kill with sound.

"Zijin, would you be willing to be completely open and honest with me today?" Liu Bei suddenly looked at Lin Ruo and asked.

Akasha covered her mouth, tears welling in her eyes. Her chest heaved violently, and her jade-like teeth bit down hard on her lower lip; she could not utter a single word.

Just when everyone thought Gu Nansheng would be forced to stop and deal with Tilun, four silver-white circular halos enveloped his body. Tilun's sword strike was actually blocked by the seemingly fragile rings.

Thinking back on it, most of the friends he had made through playing online games were nothing but fair-weather companions. When enjoying good times, they treated you better than brothers, but once disaster struck or they were separated by distance, no one gave you a second thought. Zhou Jian felt it was truly laughable when he considered how much he had invested in them at the time.