118 Regret

With a sinister laugh, the remaining power within Bai Hua’s body suddenly surged. His pale complexion flushed crimson in an instant, and a potent energy rampaged through his veins, making it clear that he was on the verge of self-destruction.

The next day, the heavy snow continued to fall. Wei Lü sent his personal guards to invite Su Wu to the Dingling Prince’s mansion for a banquet.

Seeing her best friend in such a state, Lin Yuhan felt a deep sense of distress. She wanted to comfort her properly, but at a time like this, it was better to focus her attention on Jiang Kailun.

Watching Hong Ziyao leave, Jiang Kailun felt a wave of despondency. Although Hong Ziyao had made his stance clear, after such an incident, the bond of brotherhood between them would either develop a crack or grow stronger. In comparison, the Jiang family felt that the former was more likely.

His pupils dilated suddenly. At this moment, the illusory black longsword began to solidify inch by inch, its texture resembling a divine weapon born from the primordial chaos. The river of time washed over as well, sweeping Qin Tatian into its depths.

"Don't push yourself; the ghost ships in these waters are treacherous and unpredictable!" Yue Ji’s face turned pale.

"I’m just joking with you!" He nudged her gently with his elbow, tapping against her chest.

The next moment, Qin Qi felt her neck tighten and her breath hitch; Jiang Fan’s large hand had taken complete control of her throat, and her eyes were filled with profound shock.

The Abbot sighed. He could understand Zhang Jinnan’s feelings at this moment, especially when he recalled that his own junior brother had died from the Red Fire Palm, a situation where he had been equally helpless. He had never expected the user of the Red Fire Palm to reappear in the world of martial arts.

Thinking of this, a glimmer of joy appeared on everyone’s faces. They reached into their pockets, and when they pulled their hands out, each held a business card.

He was unaware that the Black Iron Demon-Subduing Ruler could unleash a terrifying cold current capable of freezing the air into falling snowflakes.

When the Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama, died in battle, Sarutobi Hiruzen did not become the Hokage overnight after returning to Konoha. Despite his gentle appearance, he possessed truly terrifying strength.

This high-end villa district featured artificial lakes, a golf course, beautiful landscaping, and complete facilities; it was one of the most auspicious and livable places in Shenzhen.

"What’s wrong? Why aren't you eating?" Haotian Ming asked, having already finished two sausages.

Song Mingting remained calm and pinched a sword seal. The "Youthful Chivalry" sword left its sheath, and the Eight Swords of "Yong" were unleashed like lightning.

He stretched his body like a Greek warrior, deciding to give this strike an imposing name.

Then, Hu Fei, along with Murong Moqing and Murong Chuhai, followed Dr. Fu to his office.

"Just do as I say, and treat them slowly!" Ximen repeated. Soldier Brother could only obey, proceeding to treat the two of them slowly.

Although Lady Zheng had accepted the invitation from the Elder Lady, she remained polite and cheerful during their meeting but appeared somewhat detached, never once mentioning Gu Zheng, using this attitude to signal that she was already aware of the rumors surrounding her.

Chu Xiuer was full of grievances regarding this and would sneak over to Ning Jiang’s side whenever she had the chance to complain endlessly.

Even Aige was unaware of these questions, but it did not matter. He was not pursuing the truth now; he only hoped this note would bring trouble to his enemies.

Before long, the remaining disciples of the Wuyuan Sect, the steward Wang Man from the Quan family caravan, two acquired-stage martial artists, and She Shimang were all revived.

After much deliberation, Song Zhui finally conceived a peculiar plan. He decided to let the vengeful spirit take full control of his body. Once the spirit had severely wounded the Scorpion Demon General, he would then use his internal Silent Nascent Soul to resolve the crisis caused by the spirit, hoping to completely refine the vengeful spirit in the process.

Ye Lin was currently burdened with the mission of eliminating the Lord of Meishan City and could not simply walk away to avoid the limelight.

"Hahaha!" The giant snake laughed, its tail exerting force once more, sending the giant's body soaring into the air again.

"Cease fire! Cease fire!" Seven or eight staff officers ran around the perimeter of the defensive line, shouting loudly.

Just as he was signaling his guards to follow him to the stables for an experiment, Aige saw two high priests hurrying by.

In fact, the moment Lei Yang’s Rushing Thunder Fist was launched, Su Chen had already activated his God-Suppressing Body Technique, so all his subsequent displays of weakness were merely a deliberate act.

"Give him face? What a joke! Who gives me face?" Seeming to think his logic was sound, Tian Ye glared at Li Zeyan while speaking.

The interior of the iron gate was bright, and the piercing light made Lian Hua feel uncomfortable for a moment, causing her to close her eyes briefly.

When a leader questions a subordinate, especially a young one, it is often a test or an evaluation. Wang Yuanping was well aware of this.

After receiving his orders at the company headquarters, Wang Yong returned to his platoon and immediately ordered the fifteen vehicles across three squads to undergo inspections, ensuring there would be no issues while carrying out the mission.

"Mmm, this tastes great. Brother Lin, have you finished? Let me give you some more." An Lianna looked at Lin Hao’s empty bowl.

Ling Ke had killed over three hundred people in the valley on the spot, but that had only earned their initial trust; to negotiate further, he would need to show greater sincerity.

Today, Ling Ke was dressed in civilian clothes. This was likely his final court appearance. Having gone through two trials, he had tried everything he could, and he could no longer worry about the rest.

Sunlight shone upon the faces of an ordinary human couple as they sat in their courtyard, their children playing nearby. For a moment, one would surely feel that this was the sum total of human happiness.

Chen Tianhao was a revolutionary of that generation who had crawled back from the battlefield, having experienced too much bloodshed. Life and death were long insignificant to them, and as one would expect from those who had fought in those years, his explosive temper was enough to make anyone fearful.

The Xuanling Mountains at night gave off a rather eerie feeling. On a patch of level ground piled with rocks, a bonfire burned continuously, casting a bright light over the surroundings.