Chapter 561: The Four Laws of the Xiao Sect

Seeing the Seven-Star Sword transform into seven beams of blue light fleeing in different directions, Xiao Yu felt even more pity for them.

Knowing the danger, understanding how to beg for mercy, and actively fleeing for their lives—these flying swords possess remarkable sentience!

After the Immortal Crossing's Eight Immortals Shot the Sun, Zhou Lang indeed did not slack off.

He poured his heart and soul into forging seven immortal swords stronger than the previous ones.

"Too bad, my old companions—I need the geng metal qi and essence from within you!"

Xiao Yu gently tapped the hilt of Qiaoshi Sword.

"No problem—I've checked, and there are no mortals within dozens of li. Master, please proceed," said Xuan Yuan Hong with a lazy, casual smile.

So Fan Yanyan flipped through the later photos and found nearly all of them were taken by this street photographer; though the style differed from before, there was nothing remarkable, especially no clues—which was what he cared about most.

Tang also nodded; he and Fan Yanyan continued hiding behind the utility pole, concealing themselves while silently observing the police car ahead.

She was originally in charge of reception and etiquette; the underground auction house paid its staff very well, so they treated customers with great courtesy, making everyone feel truly at home.

"No! It's not a false alarm!" Li Manni pleaded anxiously. Fan Yanyan feared Li Manni would say something wrong and expose Zhang Shiyi, so he quickly signaled her to be silent; Li Manni instantly fell quiet.

After preparing, he stepped out; Wei Yang closed the door and barred it. After removing his clothes, he stepped into the slightly steaming water, as if returning to his mother's embrace—warm, wonderfully comfortable.

"No, wait until after the third. Otherwise, it won't be good," said Zeng Bingbing, shaking her head.

When she thought about beginning something, she naturally thought of Shangxiangju—it suited her perfectly.

Two fools, do you really think I'd let you go? If I let you go, I couldn't defeat you, and what if you ran away?

After all, it's also a symbol of one's rising strength! Moreover, such battles aren't fought for fighting's sake—they're tests of one's power. So Lu Feiyang felt it was truly beautiful to unleash his full strength and utterly despise the current king.

"Mingyue, are you hungry? Shall I get you some cake?" Ma Xingyao glanced around at the crowd and whispered softly.

"The Divine Tree Clan—since Emperor Shennong turned to stone in the Divine Tree Dwelling, there have been no descendants left," said Chen Xu with a faint smile, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

So he nodded and said, "This matter is naturally no issue—I'll stand with Mayor Du and ensure Gu Desheng takes power. But I have one request: I hope someone is appointed as deputy director of the municipal bureau." He was thinking of Liu Liguo.

Of course, the current Nelson-class warship cannot achieve this—it requires an Archangel-class warship.

After completing all this, the old man did not linger a moment; his gaze fell again upon the dragon coffin, whose surroundings now bore strange hues—the spiritual energy had coalesced into swirling gusts, roaring ceaselessly around the coffin.

"I'm sorry—he's the Adventure King and enjoys Adventure King privileges." The Hunter Guild's service was still excellent; even as the burly hunter grew angry, the staff member maintained a smile and patiently explained.

If they're going to be divided anyway, isn't it better to follow the man you love? They're not just playing—they must at least undergo Liu Hao's training.

Anya is pregnant! Hearing Li Haonan's excited, joyful voice, jealousy slithered through her heart like a venomous snake; she nearly lost her reason, wanting to immediately call Li Haonan, rush to Anya's villa, catch them in the act, and scream at them—curse Li Haonan, curse Anya—but in the end, she did nothing at all.