Chapter 1912

A blade of grass, crossing the starry void, severed the boundless cosmic emptiness!

"This sword art!"

"Are we truly so far behind our ancestors…?"

Amidst the chilling killing intent, a disciple wept blood and cried out.

Such opponents were not unknown in their lineage.

In history, the Divine Dao demon clans were not without eight-step disciples rivaling this opponent; among the human rebels who defied the Emperor, there were not lacking such eight-step swordsmen.

"Hey hey…" Yun Xuan shouted into the phone several times, but all he heard was the long, drawn-out dial tone.

"Jerry, we agreed best two out of three—if we win, you won't bother us anymore, right? Are you backing out? Reneging?" I glared straight at Jerry, coldly demanding.

If Watson had detected him earlier, Sun Yingxiong, though unafraid with his peach-wood sword, would still have needed time.

As Ji Haitang stepped through another door, a thick, haunting fragrance instantly washed over everyone's noses in the darkness.

As the mummy opened its mouth, a sharp "whoosh" rang out—a dark object shot out from within.

Seeing Tang Yan emerge, Yun Xuan realized her mouth and hands were sealed with tape; he'd been in such a rush to leave he'd nearly forgotten to untie her.

Originally, because of School Beauties Tang Yansnow and Mo Ya, everyone already despised Lin Yu.

And once stuck to her face, it stabbed with pain—like a leech—it sank into her skin and immediately began sucking blood, emitting a "zzzzz" sound.

An Ran took a breath, dared not absorb two cores at once, and pulled out one crystal core, slowly drawing it into her body.

After Chen Chen'uo got into the car, Lin Du'er also got in, never glancing at Wang Yue again from start to finish.

But from the perspective of a "bystander," Zhan Anxin saw Mu Feng's feelings toward her slowly twist—his calm heart grew increasingly restless as she grew up.

"Mind your own business." With those words, Deng Pu Jun chased after Tang Zhehan and Nan Gong Jiahui.

That silver was terrifying; though the cold radiating from the open portal above Xu Qiwu Academy was already horrific, at this moment, even that chill paled beside the bone-deep cold in Xiao Yu's eyes.

The passerby shook his head, feigning utter ignorance, making An Ran anxious.

After learning its specific effects, I unhesitatingly asked Qin Wan for many bottles, nearly emptying her entire stock.

After resolving the Witch Gate matter, Xiao Yu returned to his accumulation; a great upheaval was coming—he must truly prepare.

Lü Yulan boiled a bowl of medicine for Niu Tianfang that very night; over the years, Niu Tianfang's legs had often pierced with agony, and she'd drunk no shortage of medicine, so she had no suspicion of the bowl and drained it in one gulp.

"Then why not go to the greenhouse? The Imperial Garden is nearby, and the greenhouse is warm—perfect for picking some blooming flowers to add splendor to the Empress's birthday banquet," Su Ruihui interjected.

Two days have passed since the last concert. The concert was a success—even the News Broadcast broke precedent with a ten-second report, giving him a rare national spotlight. The Spring Festival Gala team even issued an invitation, but he politely declined.

Pinched beneath Zhai Mo's skillful restraint, Murong could only protest with his eyes against Zhai Mo's brutality.

Chan'er shivered involuntarily, her grip on the child trembling—why did he look so angry? Did he find the baby's crying annoying?

Lun Zhizhu stepped forward, grabbed the slumped Long Chuan by the arm, and said without a trace of concern or sympathy: "Did you see clearly—who attacked you?"