Chapter 581: Punishment

"What are you doing?" Shen Siyuan asked curiously.

"Giggle~"

Tang Tang held up the toy in her hand—it was a sliding-block puzzle similar to Huarong Dao—and by now she had already pieced together more than half of it.

"Great job."

Shen Siyuan rubbed her little head.

Then he glanced back toward the balcony.

Xiao Yue and the others should have been back long ago, so why hadn't he seen them?

The moment he shifted his thoughts, he sensed that they were all

His right eyelid twitched sharply again—his wife had run into trouble. As he inwardly sighed in cold resignation, his mother-in-law called. He gave her the gist of the situation; on the other end she was already trembling with fright and hurriedly said she wanted to rush over too. He could only console her, saying there was no use coming, and that she should stay home and wait for news.

The man's outfit, bearing, and the absurdly arrogant words he had just spoken made it instantly obvious that he must be yet another young master from some great clan—one who, propped up by his family's power, thought himself above everyone else and never took others seriously; utterly useless.

The thought was grand, but the final result was utterly tragic. "Bang! Bang!" Two sounds rang out as Xiao Tian casually flung two slaps; one dragon and one Huang Qilin were sent flying in an instant, just like Li Qing, their injuries no better than his.

Butterfly was the first to notice the noise in the living room, so she immediately made a gesture for silence and quietly tiptoed toward the door. Gently pulling it open, she peered alertly into the living room and saw that it was Ye Ke, already back and making breakfast; only then did her heart finally drop back into place.

"Everything I said is true. They made this decision to stop the princess from marrying Qin Ao and to prevent the alliance between the Seven Xia Sect and the imperial family." Su Jing said calmly.

Wang Chen saw the Fire Lion grievously wound the Blood-Curse Witch God, and let out an excited shout, directing the Fire Lion to join the encirclement of Song Yang's true body. Then his hand-seals shifted—he too was about to unleash his ultimate move.

"What is this thing?" The Purple-Gold Divine Dragon was slightly startled; he discovered that the dispersed energy was gradually corroding the surrounding air, and this fluctuation made him sense a hint of threat.

Among those dozen-odd people, even the lowest-cultivated was a five-star Dou Huang, yet such strength was unavoidably grievously wounded by Zhao Yi's cold snort—what kind of power must that be?

Although they resented the Tongtian Xing Alliance's interference, the cultivation world had always respected the strong. If Tong Lu had not agreed back then, they would likely have provoked the Tongtian Xing Alliance by now; once the other side dispatched a few Core Realm cultivators—or stronger ones—the Dragon Transformation Sect would probably be erased from the Tongming Realm forever.

His cultivation process was also a process of comprehension; the Ten Thousand Phenomena Scripture encompassed all phenomena, and the eight sufferings of sentient beings were naturally included within it.

His fiery competitive state filled Li Zongwei with confidence. He said he still had a fire burning in his heart, and that he would persist until the 2020 Tokyo Olympics. As a veteran about to turn 36, the meaning of his perseverance spoke for itself—to fight for his first world championship title.

A talisman that could deal with a Fixed-Ghost Talisman might not necessarily handle a Heavenly-Gang Fiery-Fire Talisman; that evil spirit didn't strike back but flashed aside. I raised a finger, and the talisman chased after it.

Originally, his purpose in coming to the Chen family was to take advantage of the chaos to slaughter every last member of the Chen family and seize all of the Chen family's assets for himself.

Suddenly a strain of celestial music entered Xiao Yao's ears; as the immortal melody lingered, the scene before his eyes instantly changed.

He had originally intended to use it on Wang Tianxiong, the top-ranked, greatest internal rival of the Wang family. He never expected that, in a momentary fit of inner demons, he had instead used it on Li Qingshan—and it just so happened to have no effect. That was the reason he had flown into a rage and lost control.

In just a few days it would be New Year. When the session ended, Coach Long announced: the whole team is off—everyone go home and enjoy the Spring Festival.

The bizarre space he now faced was indeed a self-contained domain; although it was still far from forming its own rules, Ye Xuan sensed a lingering obsession aboard the tower ship.