Volume 1 Chapter 25: Betrayal

Dense, intricate patterns appeared on the surface of his meridians—a sign that they were rupturing.

The sycophantic advisor spoke up, friendly and understanding, voicing what the bandit chieftain had kept to himself to preserve his dignity.

Seeing this, the directionally challenged girl rushed over. Observing Chao Ya's terrified expression and his eyes, which seemed to bulge beneath his thick brows, she reached out to check his pulse.

The chieftain knew that once a Martial Saint’s martial soul transformed into a Star Martial Soul, it meant that the martial artist had truly become a Void-Shattering powerhouse.

She did it on purpose! So what? You are allowed to harm innocent children, but others aren't even allowed to touch a hair on his head? Are the lives of your own flesh and blood precious, while the lives of commoners' children are worth nothing more than scraps of paper?

Chen Xiaosheng and Wang Sheng were not overly excited; after all, they were both people who had seen the world and would not appear so desperate in such a setting.

After the awards ceremony, Zhan Xiping and the others returned to the hotel under the protection of bodyguards. Ichiro Jun, unable to find an opportunity to vent his frustration, stomped his feet in anger.

Luo Huixue took a step back, fearing that Jing Liuyun might recognize her, but unexpectedly, Jing Liuyun grabbed her left hand.

A room full of people stared at her with expressions of shock, disgust, and contempt; only the Madam Hua wept. Jinse quickly stepped forward, stretching out her arms to shield her.

"Father," Gong Minghe and Luo Huixue called out together. Gong Yi’s face held a smile filled with tenderness.

These top-tier geniuses had grown so strong that they had caught up to many veteran powerhouses. They were no longer just "young geniuses" but "young powerhouses," deserving of equal status, or even admiration.

The earthquake had claimed the lives of his grandmother and mother, and had also broken his father’s spirit, causing his hair to turn white almost overnight. If it weren't for his father’s lingering concern for him, he likely would have lost the will to live long ago.

As the old man in the gray robe finished speaking, the hunched elder in the temple at the heart of the Demon Hunting Plains bowed his head slightly, clutching his chest amidst a fit of coughing.

Gloomy, oppressive storm clouds hung over this city in the southernmost reaches of the Republic of Adoria. The city, perpetually shrouded in rain and shadow, suddenly began to pour, just as it always did.

The Taoist priest of the Fangxian Sect wore a pained expression. If it were not necessary, they truly did not wish to make an enemy of the Ma Army; after all, their strength was evident for all to see.

He seemed to recall something and reached into his robes, pulling out a fist-sized bead. He shook it vigorously, and a moment later, the bead emitted a white light that illuminated the pitch-black cave. After a brief hesitation, he shoved the bead into Shen Ying’s hand.

Seeing that both Xu Xiaoxiao and her companion were students, and knowing that getting students involved with the police station would be detrimental to them, the driver acted out of kindness; he did not want them to be implicated because of this incident.

For Baron Xuanyang, a Galaxy-level powerhouse, to come in person was already giving the Ma Army tremendous face.

It was not just them; even their teacher might not be able to withstand such immense pressure.

Even for knights like them, at the late Yuanming stage, throwing out just one such attack would leave them collapsed on the ground to recover for half a day.

King Jing visited the palace every day, submitting his plaque to wait for an audience with the Emperor. The Emperor always saw him immediately. King Jing felt relieved by Liu Jian’s recovery but also felt heartache for him; however, he could not tell him the truth, which left him melancholy every day.

Using the pain as motivation, Ye Leng gathered all his remaining strength, swam to the riverbank, and hauled himself up.

"Keep pretending," Helan Yao said. She pulled the blanket off Long Shaoyan, straddled his waist, and grabbed his collar, exclaiming excitedly, "I’ve taken care of your formidable rival, Long Jinpeng, for you. Shouldn't you thank me?" She had already planned the reward she wanted.

Unexpectedly, these clips were quite watchable, and the shots were surprisingly well-designed.

Thus, Yuno explained his entire theory, his various hypotheses, and everything that was currently missing.

Once they had the go-ahead, the father and son of the Zhao family could think of nothing but the recruitment at the workshop. They finished their bowls of rice in a flash, set down their chopsticks, and hurried back to the village.

Under the shocked gazes of those around him, the elderly Master Wu on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes and looked around in confusion.

Yan Changhuai pulled his fist back from the noisy man’s nose, wiped the saliva from his knuckles onto the man’s sleeve, and continued walking toward the workshop with an expressionless face.

In the past, Zai Chun had visited Prince Gong’s mansion many times. It was almost always this middle-aged steward who welcomed him in, and whenever Zai Cheng took him out to play outside the palace, this Hongfa was often by their side.

After all, the Tengfei Group was accustomed to throwing its weight around. If some fool were to fall into Lu Feng’s hands again...

However, Cheng Jin’s "Dream Tribulation" still worried him deeply. After all, some people, upon seeing happiness in a dream, would be unwilling to wake up; that was the terror of the Dream Tribulation.

"Meng, why are you leaving so suddenly?" Ren Hai asked. After all, such a last-minute change of plans must have had a reason.

Yan Xiwan looked around, then frowned slightly. "This should still be our own country, right? Why is the blockade line within our borders?" she asked.

"Then I’ll play a Big Joker!" Si Qi threw down a card defiantly. "Is there anything bigger than a Big Joker?" he asked, his eyes wide.

Time passed imperceptibly, and in the blink of an eye, it was August. Under normal circumstances, August in the southwest is scorching hot—the "Autumn Tiger" is no joke—yet now, it was an endless, frigid winter.

Zhu Yanyuan pondered for a moment after hearing this. "That’s fine. While it’s said that one should know oneself and the enemy, I don’t think there’s any need to know too much about the Red Wolf Mercenary Group." In truth, Zhu Yanyuan had heard that the reputations of the Red Wolf, Crocodile, and Ghost Wolf mercenary groups were truly abysmal; she feared that hearing any more would only pollute her ears.

"Uh?" Yang Fan simply gave a brief account of the entire process, from Xin Ruyi’s invitation to the discovery of the treasure.

Blood Heaven River watched the scene before him, appearing to relish it. That giant blood-demon hand hung motionless in the air, covered in raging flames and billowing red clouds, as if it had set the entire sky ablaze.

At this moment, Dai Zhirou, who had been silent with a sullen face, flew into a rage. She could endure the other party’s sarcasm and ridicule.

Imperial Concubine Zhang had indeed secured the protection of the Duke of England; her name was not on the list of the twenty-six concubines buried with Emperor Yongle.

Hearing Nanfeng put it this way, Yuan Anning didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Nanfeng was different from everyone she had known before; no matter the situation, he tried his best to simplify the complex, grasp the essence, and save time.