Chapter 114: No, It Cannot Be... Immortal Lady, Please Show Some Respect!

Space twisted, the aura there too terrifying to approach—any closer, and one would be utterly consumed by infernal heat, leaving no chance of survival.

Because Lu Kaige was strong enough, he understood better than most just how terrifying Liang Xiao had become, and a sense of helplessness spread through him relentlessly, leaving him with nothing but despair.

Zhang Lang couldn't be bothered to argue with this guy, so he simply placed the purple longsword on the table. It was a purple-grade weapon, and not being able to see its attributes made his heart itch as if a cat were scratching at it.

Eyes cold and deadly, full of killing intent, they all turned toward Jiuge standing in the center, gleaming with devouring light.

"Hey!" A sudden pain on her forehead made Chu Yunqing snap back to awareness; her eyes, moments ago lost in confusion, now flickered with annoyance.

"Mu Han! Yao Zhen! Where are you!" Wu Linyun shouted toward the source of the sound, hoping to draw their attention.

Zhang Da Niu said, trembling with excitement, eyes red-rimmed—a true man who nearly wept with joy, but he forced himself to hold it back.

With a thunderous explosion, the boundary talisman, which had shot upward like an arrow, suddenly shattered—immediately, a cataclysmic aura surged forth, tearing the space apart. The chaotic meteorites around it, struck by the shockwave, shattered into dust, reduced to fine powder.

"Great Green Dragon, where is the legendary immortal peach? Why can't I see it? Hasn't it grown yet?" Ling Zhen rose slowly, squinting as she carefully searched among the leaves for the peach.

"You know full well why, Miss Chu!" Xu Xiao sneered, his tone toward Chu Yunqing noticeably colder than before. Whether it was because of what Old Lady Xu had said yesterday, or because of what he saw before him, he did not say.

I hit the ground with a muffled grunt. As I fell, I told myself not to make a sound—if the Blue Army guards outside the tent heard me, I'd never escape.

Soon after the price of ninety million was called, someone immediately raised it—by one million.

Zhang Ye took a deep breath, paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, lost in thought. The current situation clearly showed the North Yan clan's decline—he knew it well himself. To claim he was clean? Even he didn't believe it. If he wasn't clean, then once the Dragon Guard Camp moved in and Ju Li arrived, it would mean confiscation and destruction.

After only a few exchanges, Shi Tianyun and the others sensed something wrong—the power of Zhang Ye's two majestic fifth-rank artifacts didn't seem nearly as formidable as they'd expected.

Meng Po? The old crone on the Naihe Bridge, holding a broken bowl and forcing bitter, vile soup down people's throats with brutal methods? Could such a person truly exist in this world? Did that mean reincarnation was real? If reincarnation truly existed, then across ten lifetimes, a hundred lifetimes—what had I actually done?

"Ladies and gentlemen, that's enough viewing—next, we begin the auction." With that, he gestured for the few still holding magnifying glasses to return to their seats.

"Those are too distant—daily poison descending upon the world may be even harder than becoming an immortal. Let's not speak of them now," said the purple-robed one.

"Master, please give your orders—I'm listening here," Zhang Ye offered a flimsy excuse.

All cultivators of the Overseas Heavenly Palace sensed this aura—each activated their signature techniques: some flew toward its origin, others returned to notify their clans, still others fled far away, fearing entanglement in trouble.

Li Ruoxi felt a flush of shyness as a kiss seemed imminent—after all, so many sisters were watching.

The words reached the four Supreme Beings—their bodies froze, then withered visibly before their eyes; within less than fifteen minutes, they turned to ash and vanished.

And what frustrated them even more, again and again, was that damned Daoist Master of Purifying Demons—they had already faced him back in the Three Isles and Ten Continents. Though they'd felt unease at his mastery of sword Dao then, it had never reached the point of true dread.

With a sweep of his hand, he gave no one time to react, flinging it straight toward the mansion.

"Blackheart Pole, can you cure him?" The only one who could help Li Qing now was the system—but he didn't know if the system would save them.

Then he raised his fist, pouring all his strength into a brutal blow to Luo Zheng's face—kicking, punching, over and over, until Luo Zheng's face was swollen into a pig's head, and only then did he stop, gasping for breath.

Lin Yingxue sighed, followed my instructions—and within seconds, her phone rang. It was Bai Qi calling back.

At one a. m., a black-clad masked man slipped silently into the Yasukuni Shrine. The shrine was vast; it took him about ten minutes to reach its interior.

"If you two are mutually in love, then why not choose a day and come to propose?" Lin Xiao smiled slightly upon hearing this.

After solving the bra issue, I took a shower, scrubbing myself top to bottom, inside and out, until I was satisfied.

RU patches are grade-four items; though their duration is limited, even after the effect expires, they won't revert to their original state.

Undoubtedly a Chinese architectural firm—ranked twenty-seventh on the Global 500, sixth on China's 500, and simultaneously the world's largest investment and construction conglomerate.

Biyao had heard of Lin Yang's confrontation with heavenly punishment at Tianyin Temple, and mistook his shouting for another heavenly punishment—she was utterly terrified.