Chapter 601

I told you to stay put and not follow just anyone—you wouldn’t listen. Now look what happened.

How was I supposed to know it’d turn out like this... Who’d have thought she had a husband? Come to think of it, she’s a pitiful soul—her husband’s a scoundrel, yet she endures humiliation to raise their child to adulthood. But I made sure she got her revenge: I beat her husband senseless, left him begging for mercy, and forced him to kneel before her, swearing never to...

“Jade Dragon! Jade Dragon is the proof! I kept it to prove my innocence!” Song Kaishun hurriedly said.

Xu Shiji knew Xue Yun’s temperament, so he understood perfectly that Xue Yun must have something on his mind—in others’ words, no one visits the Three Treasures without a reason.

“I think Master Jing has misunderstood—I came here only to see your lovely son. How could that count as breaking into a private home?” Yi Ge stepped past Qian Ruoru and walked slowly toward the balcony.

Master Hu Tu paused slightly in surprise, slowing his bricklaying. Huo Hu seized the moment and shouted loudly.

After last time’s ladder-scaling incident, Si Mo chose this time to use war ramps to hurl soldiers one by one onto the city walls in parabolic arcs, while simultaneously launching stone-throwers to bombard the defenses.

That night, after everyone at the guesthouse had clocked out, Song Kaishun went to Building Three and gently knocked on Yamada Jirō’s door.

Huo Hu stayed in Cangmang City for three days, during which he truly felt their hardship. In just those three days, Cangmang City endured four beastman raids—each involving a few hundred raiders who’d snatch supplies, set fires, and flee. But this fly-swatting tactic severely damaged morale.

“Though Qingyun Sect isn’t a major sect, it’s still a sect! How could we let ourselves be humiliated so easily!” A Qingyun Sect disciple stepped forward, ready to fight to the death.

As I spoke, I had no idea how much of an uproar those words would later cause.

“Is that all you’ve got?” The barbarian seemed to be taunting him, hopping around with his blade, each strike met with great difficulty by the city guard, while the barbarian wore an easy, smug grin.

The incident in Huashan did cause alarm in the region—would the mountain landslide worsen? But that year, another sensation shook the martial world: the former Lord of the Sun-Moon Sect, Ren Woxing, suffered qi deviation during cultivation and died; the new sect master, Dongfang Bubai, ascended the throne.

That blue divine leaf, after circling once, slowly settled over the elliptical yin-yang crystal that had just reached half its Foundation Establishment state, fully covering it.

He was now heading to Longshou Town in the Southern Frontier to build his future—this Linghan City Lord’s killings, arson, or isolationist rebellion had little to do with him.

The phone arced through the air, plunged into the lake, and with a thud—like a heart hitting the ground—it shattered beyond even the will to pick up.

“Thwack!” The blade slid into Li Chen’s arm joint; Li Chen felt only a searing pain, agony spreading through his entire body.

Mu Chuanzong saw the Green Buddha Lamp and his expression changed instantly. Without asking further, he sat cross-legged on the chair, signaling he was ready.

Many devils, without doubt, were Super Star Lords. They stared, stunned or puzzled, at the colossal Cross Demon Spirit. They were uncertain, for the Cross Demon was so ancient it had long since become legend in the Tairo Star Cluster.

Though the sky was dark, none of this escaped the eyes of the artillery and He Qi armies’ scouts—tens of thousands marching could not be silent. The scouts monitoring Zhou Yu’s movements immediately relayed this intelligence to Xunyang and Xiang’an.

Before actual warfare, they had no experience whatsoever, only the chance to watch the military academy’s grand competition.

Li Zhaoyuan wouldn’t be foolish enough to become cannon fodder for the Yin Ghost King, so he didn’t launch a direct strike.

Xia Mu paused for a moment, then expanded his Flame Domain and contracted it to less than an inch from his body before stepping forward boldly toward the palace gate.

To understand, one must find the man who was last with Zeng Zhiqiang in the polar region.

“So it’s the three elders of the Liulin Clan—Bi Lian greets you!” As he approached, he smiled warmly.

As more voices rose, gasps of astonishment echoed continuously around them.

When the flames died down, the arena lay in ruins—entirely destroyed by the explosion. The two competitors were nowhere to be seen.

Temporary workers earned little—1,200 yuan a month, with unit benefits totaling just over 2,000 yuan a year—but for young people unable to find formal work, it was a good transition.

Yet despite his current strength—unrivaled beneath the Divine Sovereign—the past could not be undone. The old man Gan Jiang could never be revived.

“Zijing Valley.” Lan Feng’s eyes lit up. He hadn’t dared hope much, yet he’d unexpectedly learned the location of the third meteoric tungsten—his heart surged with excitement.

Ling Changfeng couldn’t swallow this humiliation! Worse, the enemy now knew Long Yi’s secret—if it spread, how could Long Yi ever live safely on the continent?

But when she sat down at the table and saw the steaming bowl of yangchun noodles before her, the awkwardness between them vanished instantly.

Ying Hongye ignored the absence of her mother and three brothers, first bowed to the Ying Kingdom’s ministers, then introduced them to each other and Ji Changsheng.

But the Spanish national team of a few years ago, centered on the peak-era Barcelona, was not replicable.

“Prime Minister Zhao, it’s bad news—Zhao Hao has returned!” An official rushed in, panicked.

At that moment, Xue Feiyan stepped out of her office and heard Chen Ning’s order—she immediately understood his plan.

IG locked in Rammus and Syndra, meaning the Prince would appear in the jungle role.