Chapter 82: He Turned and Left, Never Looking Back [Big]

"Or rather, it would be more fitting for me to speak without holding anything back." Qianyin said with a rather solemn expression.

Qing Yue sneered, thought for a moment, then took two bottles of Heavenly Spirit Water from her spatial storage. She did so quite discreetly; to onlookers, it would appear she had simply pulled them from her sleeve pouch.

Seeing the mission completed, the high officials withdrew one by one. They did not ask what method Kong Guang used to persuade the Empress Dowager, but in official circles, it was better to ask fewer questions.

Glancing at the densely packed schedule on that A4 paper, he felt a bit sleepy.

After the group met, Yun Huan naturally asked about their well-being. Only after confirming Qing Yue was unharmed did she set down the worry that had weighed on her heart for several days.

At this moment, Yi Fan could hear nothing anymore. The Queen Mother's words were like a muffled thunderclap striking his body, leaving him reeling and on the verge of collapse.

It must be known that in present-day Shao City, Late-Stage Lower Realm cultivators were already top-tier combat power, yet this operation resulted in the loss of exactly seven Late-Stage Lower Realm experts, directly causing Shao City to suffer a severe blow to its vitality.

"The Sha Alliance and the City Guard members also contributed quite a bit; it was mostly to curry favor," Liu Shengnan explained.

Seeing her nervous display, Yi Fan said nothing, merely shook his head, sat in the driver's seat, closed the car door, inserted the key, and started the engine.

A trace of Golden Silkworm bloodline had already been nurtured within the current Spirit Silkworm Gu. If it could condense a Silver-Horned Spirit Silkworm bloodline by relying on this Dragon Blood, then the Spirit Silkworm Gu would truly possess the potential to evolve into a Silver-Horned Six-Winged Golden Silkworm.

Ling Fei turned his body around. The instant his face was revealed, Divine Doctor Dong immediately delivered a flying kick, sending Ye Liangchen flying.

At the bottom of the pond in the middle, Sima discovered the area was slightly depressed; it was a hollow where the water was deeper than the surroundings.

One strike! Two strikes! An Sheng was indeed retreating, but it no longer displayed the crushing dominance seen in the past.

The cold environment was insignificant compared to the Monk's current cultivation. Taking a deep breath of the frigid air, the Monk keenly detected a faint smell of sulfur in the air.

Thus, Sima first explained to them that he was seeking revenge against Zhi Zhang, that the tall man was merely an innocent victim, that vengeance has its origin and debt has its owner, and that Ai Chiren and Ai Zi should not meddle; he was only seeking revenge against Zhi Zhang.

"My god, is that An?" Shaquille O'Neal let out a shout of surprise. After all, as a three-hundred-pound fatty, physical stamina was always the greatest factor restricting him on the court, especially during the final moments of a game.

The difficulty of this shot lay in JaVale McGee's height. At 213 centimeters, while jumping with full force, his head clearly exceeded the height of the backboard, forcing him to tuck his head to complete this offensive move.

Although many editors and authors had left due to the website's transformation, causing panic among the staff, this was a period that had to be endured; after all, with a website transformation, there should not be too many editors.

Bob Deward directly positioned Ding Jinhui in a very deep spot, which gave Ding Jinhui a significant advantage. Under normal rhythm, it would take more than a little effort for him to secure such a position.

"Which aspect?" Han Ye was also somewhat confused by the Chaos Beast's counter-question. How could it ask him? How would he know which aspect was which aspect? He was not a researcher in this field.

Seeing so much Money Crystal, Ao Cangsheng couldn't help but sneeze. It seemed the true wealth of the Murong family was immense. One wave after another, each crystal was worth one hundred yuan.

"Does this need thinking? Didn't the letter say that reincarnating through that place means not drinking Meng Po Soup, allowing one to carry memories of the previous life? We definitely have to choose reincarnation," Feng Ye blurted out.

The Dao Lord's victory could not fundamentally change her situation unless she voluntarily offered her own Dao Field Spirit Mountain, resources, and population, leaving only severed limbs and meridians, and wagging her tail to beg for mercy from those who were stirring.

"Better not worry about this... Right now, evacuating the Hidden Dragon Island is more important." Although the Taichu Holy Master also briefly glanced at the Chaos Beast, he was clearly not attracted by it, directly opened a Void Gate, and departed.

"Long Yu?" Everyone heard this and was stunned, as no one had heard of such a figure in the New World.

Hearing this, Qian Xi sneered coldly: "If your own brain is not good, do not blame others for not seeing through it." Saying this, Qian Xi rubbed his fists and slowly walked toward the assassin. Seeing this, the assassin could not help but panic. His proud methods were now completely useless; what else did he have to fight Qian Xi with?

In a mysterious region beyond compare, everywhere was filled with clouds of gas like smoke and mist, exuding a flavor of primordial ignorance. It seemed this gas had been born at the moment Heaven and Earth opened, having experienced long and ancient years, speaking of an indescribable mystery and grandeur.

After a round of polite exchanges, Cui Hao boarded a massive yacht, carrying the unconscious Glorious Giant, and steered toward the shore.

Before leaving, Cheng Piansheng gave him a special light-brain, saying it was for exclusive contact with Jie Zhi, and also told him some words about secrecy and keeping a low profile, before departing.

"Being able to learn the first sword of Breaking the Sky in one night is already quite good. Try it for me now..." Wang Qian encouraged.

"Father, those black-robed people come from the Inquisition of the Ancient Martial World..." Nangong Yiwen sighed and said.

"But I truly cannot figure it out. If Yaoluo Yan is already inside the Treasure Mirror of Hiding Gods, what person could turn someone into a Demon Corpse?" The Grand Elder of the Holy Temple looked solemn and confused.

"Two senior brothers, we are back!" Before that disciple could open his mouth, a hoarse voice rang out, and then two old men walked in.