Chapter 310

God actually died!

Su Qing's eyes widened in shock as he stared at the corpse lying supine on the throne; such a supreme being—how could it have fallen?

You know, this is the DC universe!

This DC universe, formed from countless dimensions, was created by God; as the creator of the universe, he is the supreme being of the infinite cosmos, the ultimate master, and this is his domain—what kind of being could slay God in his own realm?

The lava dragon lunged ferociously at the three root ninjas, but it failed to injure them, because before the lava dragon could strike them, they had already leapt aside.

At the same time, Vika was also trying to buy time, recovering even a little of his chakra.

At this moment, Su Ran seemed to think of something, the corner of his mouth twitching as his divine sense glanced toward Tang Sanzang.

But if it weren't an act, today all her behavior and words would make Su Yu feel a chill down his spine.

After the red-haired fang-toothed monkey finished speaking, its fellow monkeys nearby burst into mocking laughter at Lian Yi and them.

After half a day, Guang Chengzi also finally understood: the Jade Emperor had been frightened into submission, daring not to dispatch troops lightly.

She had already accepted deep in her heart this endurance-bearing brother; upon hearing that someone wanted to spar with him, she grew nervous, fearing he might get hurt.

Gritting her teeth, her gaze unintentionally swept over the CEO's private elevator; she turned and headed for the stairwell.

Gu Xi laughed lightly, the smile tugging at her wound; instantly her head went blank from the pain, and it took a while before she barely regained her senses.

The peach blossom spirit can let people enter the dreams he constructs, simply because their cultivation is weaker than his, making it possible.

First, it's the dilapidated old house at home; my grandfather's greatest wish while alive was to fix up this rundown house and give it to me as a bridal chamber when I marry—alas, he never got to see it before his death, which is also his greatest regret.

We looked ahead and, sure enough, the vehicle involved in the accident was still a sports car; just seeing the dazzling yellow paint under the sun told us this sports car must be worth a lot of money.

So I made up my mind that when Lin Pangzi came to ask again, I would pretend to agree, and then work out the details after we left.

"The prices here are really high; the money on our card can at most cover staying here for half a month!" After taking a shower, I and Wang Xing changed into the disposable sleepwear provided by the bathhouse and leisurely swayed into the lounge.

Itō Shigeru lost the gamble; after the uproar of shocked cries subsided, the hall fell silent. Even though many felt excitement and joy deep down, they dared not discuss it, let alone mock him, for if they upset Itō Shigeru, they would be the ones to die.

The three of us, holding the beads, sneaked onward; I really had never been here before, and I never imagined that after winding through a maze-like passage, the innermost chamber would actually be a luxurious room plastered with big red 'double happiness' characters.

I walked into my office at the Nightclub, sat down behind the desk, and began to look over the materials that He Xin had handed me.

Lin Jia fell silent; Peng Zhen thought, if she weren't truly out of strength, she would probably be struggling now—she didn't want his closeness, and her gaze toward him was filled with hatred.

I'm still comfortable, though last night nearly tortured me to death—but who is to blame for this? Who made me immobile?

However, her pallid complexion and the cold sweat beading on her forehead were not what she told Xia Xin.

In the eyes of Warriors fans, the Warriors winning the championship? That's a foregone conclusion, beyond doubt! Even some bookmakers give such low odds on a Warriors title that even if you win, there's hardly any profit.

Tian Qiongzi oversees the Sand Hall; his cultivation method is also related to sand, called the Great Desert Waste. It is said that when this technique is mastered, one can sweep up sand with bare hands to form a desert. Although this sounds exaggerated, it is not a rumor.

Compared to cheap black barbarians, some people with special tastes prefer to torment their own kind.

The hall master of Liang County appears to be a middle-aged man with a somewhat gaunt, worried look, especially his short but thick eyebrows, which look a bit comical, yet he is in fact a genuine second-tier Heavenly Step martial artist.

Teng Bian Feng's face grew solemn; he still wanted to say something, but Chu Yun's massive hammer came crashing down. Although Chu Yun excelled at the Flying Thunder Sword and Flying Thunder Spear, he was also capable of the Flying Thunder Hammer technique. Teng Bian Feng fell silent, his long spear darkening further, evidently aware that external martial artists were not to be provoked, and he increased his internal energy.

Jiang Li said, as his thoughts opened the live‑stream interface, Mission Twelve already showed completion; without hesitation he spent the ten‑million‑beli tip, and the fruit‑selection disk opened.

Jiang Li gave no response and even stopped moving, but these people anxiously blocked the door.

"The sun shines on all under heaven, yet a corner of Jiangzuo remains unlit." Xing Luan suddenly recited these two lines of poetry.

The Imperial Edict Immortal was both startled and enraged; without hesitation he produced a great translocation talisman and fled millions of li away.

At this moment, the divine formation protecting the Sky‑City had collapsed; the floating city beneath his feet was to him like a slab of meat, to be eaten however he wished.

"No way..." Jierui widened his mouth in exaggeration, stunned for a long time before blurting out those words.

Bai Yi felt quite surprised; he never expected that he and the Juechen God‑King lineage actually shared an ancient connection.

"Mm..." he let out a painful groan, and his big hand instinctively covered his bleeding forehead.

Ma Long had been working here for these few months; he had also heard a few scattered remarks from Principal Guo, but he didn't know them well. Upon hearing Li Fu say that, he realized that this unassuming old man actually enjoyed considerable prestige and popularity at the school.

The Elder of the Blazing Sun panicked incessantly; upon hearing such terrifying news, he could no longer remain composed.

"Lingling, I know I was wrong, please forgive me." Yin Leping's voice carried a hitherto unseen desolation, and her deep regret completely altered her original mindset.

What appeared before Hao Dong's eyes was not a bulky, muscular build; rather, it was relatively streamlined, possessing the delicate finesse characteristic of Easterners, yet not seeming frail. Because the muscle texture beneath his skin was extremely tight, each strand seemed to contain endless energy.