Chapter 116

This completely disconnected portion, even for someone like me whose native language isn’t English and who has little exposure to English popular literature, is intuitively felt as two disjointed parts.

If what I mentioned earlier is mostly plot, and even if there’s description of the author’s fictional world with high-tech elements, these are all confined to the level of usage.

For example, we might say a television can display moving images and produce sound, feeling like

Chen Chen’s face instantly turned utterly dark, cold sweat nearly pouring down his back—he had clearly felt death arrive in that instant.

While the cultivators in Jinbi City were still listening, watching, and judging, two of the fleeing cultivators went berserk, grabbing people on the street and biting them. The cultivators who rushed forward to rescue or stop them immediately sensed something wrong about them.

As the guard’s cry rang out, all the guards present changed expression, fixing their gazes on the fengwu; seeing the faintly familiar face of the fengwu, each of them trembled inwardly, their faces showing shock and excitement.

“No, no,” Gao Wei waved his hands repeatedly, signaling the Haigu servants on the ship to come down and receive the person, helping Chen Qi onto the large vessel and settling him in before finally exhaling in relief and brewing tea for everyone.

Ten minutes later, the two emerged again from the secret chamber; the shadow left the room immediately, leaving only Qingcheng standing there, filled with excitement and exhilaration.

Qin Hao’s words reassured many ordinary soldiers, but most officers nearly his equal secretly sneered—hold out? It’s impossible to hold out.

Su Jinge swung out a thousand silk threads while forming layers of water shields before her. She twisted nimbly through the water, a spiritual light flashing from her fingertips as the Mo Wen Sword shot forth, striking straight for Su Qingxue’s vital point.

But now a youth of the younger generation dared to ignore him—this enraged him so much he laughed bitterly, the cold gleam in his pupils growing ever stronger.

“No.” While Shen Tu Zhuo was speaking, Su Jinge pulled out a gourd, leapt onto it, and gestured for Wei Linchuan to lift Jie Si onto it.

Be grateful for every day of life, grateful for opening your eyes to see brilliant sunlight, grateful for being alive.

At the time, Yi Yang had no particular fondness for Hou Lin, who claimed to be his father’s friend—nor any dislike… just indifference; he felt no excitement upon meeting him.

In East China, there are many immortal sects, and conflicts between them occur frequently, so a formidable presence like Xiao Zizai is needed to resolve these issues.

Especially considering Yi Yang and Zhang Bushou’s musical abilities… the composition’s difficulty must be kept at beginner level.

Director Liu looked at Li Changfu’s youthful, handsome face, adorned with a chilling confidence.

Entering the room, it was clean; though the door was closed, the window was open, so there was no unpleasant odor.

If she is not calmed down now, once she becomes a vengeful spirit, there will be no turning back.

Perhaps in Coach Philip’s mind, Tom’s sacrifice was for the betterment of the team, but to Tom, those words meant something entirely different.

This was something the ambushers never anticipated—they could not have guessed he would choose this method. With no other option, they had no choice but to avoid his sharp edge.

These figures were no longer the half-human, half-demon monsters they had just slain, but genuine vengeful ghosts.

But with a gust of cold air, the furious fire element energy contained within the firestone was effortlessly extinguished.

Not long after, the group arrived at Wan City, encountering no obstacles along the way—as if the carnage had not yet spread here. Yet this place borders Xiangyang, where Liu Biao resides; it makes no sense for it to be so calm.