Chapter 1126

Around him, many had stopped to gather—Ren Qing, Sha Rui, Sun Huajun, Snow Robe Immortal, Chuan Jingming, and others; also Shi Hua, an elder of the Stone Spirit Clan, and Jingkong Master, abbot of the Pure Land Divine Mountain; countless others of high status whom Hei Yichen did not know, each with grim faces, sighing frequently.

Mu Jing initially avoided the bottom lane because the enemy there was too timid, making it impossible to strike effectively without circling past their vision, or even if he did gank, gaining little advantage and risking unforeseen mishaps that could collapse his teammates.

Chuan Jingming finally understood that the Holy One had sent him such a grand gift merely to win his loyalty, not because he truly deserved such favor. Of course, it was also possible that he was Ren Qing's disciple, and all the goodwill he received came entirely from his kind master.

Even to obtain the beautiful feelings Zhang Zhendong gave her, she was willing to sell her body and soul to Zhang Zhendong.

"Your resistance is useless!" On television, the professor broadcast to the world, and at last, people realized the terror of the psychics.

Seeing Shen Mingzhe's name, Zhou Meimei felt like crying—he was a man etched into her soul; since they met, they had seen each other only a handful of times, yet they had always been utterly honest with each other.

A hundred years ago, many gods died beneath the iron hooves of An Yue, and the most obscure reason was that countless gods stayed behind to protect the safe transfer of treasures from the Fuxi Hall, one after another sacrificing themselves to delay the enemy, only to be slaughtered by An Yue.

The Ti Emperor was not swayed by Hei Yichen's flattery; his expression grew darker with each word, and had Hei Yichen not noticed his mood and cut himself off in time, he would have erupted in a roar that shattered heaven and earth.

Nine claws, varying in length, formed a curved hook shape, gleaming brightly and deeply chilling. The Nine Claws were the mark of the Emperor Dragon, the symbol of the highest divine dragon bloodline.

The Fire Demon chuckled, suddenly twisted her body, lay flat on the bed, and lifted her rear high into the air, facing the Thunder Demon.

After walking around, Ye Tian had no desire to linger further; otherwise, he might have lost control and sneaked glances. He left the school gate, hailed a taxi, and headed toward Tian Qian's factory.

He closed his eyes, rested in stillness, and exhaled deeply—finally over. Once his father and the others absorbed the thread of life force he left behind, they would fully recover.

The group toured Genyue once more with Zhao Ji; as the hour grew late, Zhao Ji finally departed for the Ninghe Hall in Yanfu Palace.

"But Father, how come…" Qin Changning looked at Prince Jin—hadn't his father always been the Emperor's greatest supporter, standing behind him at all times? Why did it now feel as if his father was constantly on guard against the Emperor?

"After you, Lord Yin," Sima Chen gestured to Yin Jinglan, then stepped up the stairs first.

Her almond eyes, watery and dreamy, gazed at the radiant youth; her heart was in chaos. The storm of spears and arrows, the perilous battles, would keep her awake countless nights, trembling with dread.

In an instant, Yuan Su's thoughts underwent a 180-degree reversal; before he could fully comprehend, Kobe blocked his shot and seized the ball for a counterattack.

Zhao Chuan no longer hesitated, flicked his wrist, and fired two crossbow bolts toward their vital points—the sleeve crossbow provided by Zhao Hao.

"I wonder how this pistol's quality is?" Ye Qiong said calmly, the pistol pressed against Charayas Saint's forehead.

In the end, Bron and the Blondie died together under the tower; Jinx, having taken two tower hits, escaped safely thanks to her passive.

Xiang Hao's words were blunt, without a single twist, delivering the most direct and crushing blow to Luo Qianchen, who flew into a rage.

In a grove at the back courtyard, when the Wild Wolf learned from Si Yu that Zhu Qing had feelings for Fu Xi, he slammed his palm against a nearby rock formation, leaving a faint palm print.

Shi Jingtian, laying the foundation, wondered whether his work could hold up—after all, every collapsed house had a solid foundation. As he thought, he happened to notice the road damaged by demons.

"If even the Dao of Heaven cannot deal with this child, why summon us now? What can we do?" the Primordial Spirit of Creation asked.

Within days, the name Xiang Wushuang shook the Demon Realm, striking fear into its top experts—within just a few days, he had slain no fewer than five Demon Kings and over two hundred at the peak of the Cave Realm, ruthlessly targeting only the strongest.

Since his divine soul split, half entered the Dark Void Continent, while the other half remained in seclusion to preserve their connection; Jiang Yu had not contacted Luo Xu Continent for nearly two years.

No need to guess—it was surely Xiao Feng's flight that drew everyone's attention.

Take this back, and within half a year, Jiang Yu will craft the Hua Xu Device; then, even against a Half-Void, he could force a perfect stalemate.

"Clear the battlefield swiftly, return to defense immediately, prepare for battle!" Chen Dao ordered, then moved along an odd path toward Yanqiu.

The cost, however, will be immense—if backlash occurs, it may cause unconsciousness, or even death.

The perfume contained poppy-based infertility poison; Tong Shuang recalled how she had once sprayed it daily on her face and body. Now that she knew the truth, she felt the scent of poppies everywhere—thinking of it, two silent tears flowed.

The soldiers guarding the gate with him were deeply dissatisfied; though Chen State had no standing army, it still had ordinary guards.

"Where else could she go?" Wu Er frowned, then suddenly remembered something and, with Ling Xin, turned toward the ancestral hall.

The formal engagement banquet was ruined, but since they were engaged, they couldn't skip a proper drinking session with friends and comrades.

Colonel Yang led Su Cang through the streets to find a painter, had the Yizhou Inspector describe the man, and had the painter sketch—gradually, the portrait took shape; Colonel Yang noticed the man resembled the Young Master they had just met.

"Bring him away for interrogation," Ding Han waved his hand; two Enforcement Hall disciples instantly leapt from the shadows, dragging the screaming Fu Lin toward the Enforcement Hall.

"No matter what—he may be angry, but I won't let him hurt you." Xian Er spoke these words aloud, yet inwardly she had no confidence; her cousin Xiang, with his lost memories, was no longer the same—he used to ignore her if he disliked her, but never treat her like this.