Volume 1, Chapter 25: The Inescapable Fate

Lin Yi still feared that Ding Jingxi might forcibly seize his "Holy Domain Golden Dragon Body" technique, yet he felt compelled to share this with him, for it was the unwavering conviction Lin Yi had always held.

Below, the demons saw a shockwave erupt at the moment the white and red fists collided, the flying sand and gravel causing them to squint.

Although Yun Tiancheng’s father had only provided a brief introduction to the Dark Clan, even those few words were enough to reveal the clan's formidable and terrifying power.

Seeing that the old man was unwilling to let him work, and feeling a sudden surge of interest in the task, Liang Hua grew anxious and pleaded, "Old man, who says I can’t do it? Just let me try!" This was the first time Liang Hua had ever begged anyone so humbly; under any other circumstance, he would have simply taken it by force.

However, they were all skeptical about whether Lu Yifei’s establishment was truly clean. They did not doubt their colleagues sent to investigate, but rather the methods employed by Lu Yifei.

"But, Mantou is afraid Grandfather will be sad." Mantou was about to reveal the matter, but hesitated upon recalling something.

This massive cyan sword, a hundred feet in length, suddenly emitted a majestic pressure of sword qi the moment it appeared. The pressure descended like a waterfall from the nine heavens, and the trees below, unable to withstand the force, snapped in the middle one after another, emitting harsh, creaking sounds.

Although Ding Liang was a Tier 2 evolver, he was still human and would get hungry. Looking at the food that had been knocked away, a trace of regret welled up in his heart. He walked out of the room and found the chef on the yacht to have him prepare a meal.

Lei Yu paused for a fleeting moment. Power surged through his body like a tide, and his skin took on a jade-like luster, preventing the cold air from penetrating even an inch. Then, his powerful frame shuddered violently, shattering the ice crystals that had frozen him, and he lunged forward again with speed invisible to the naked eye.

Chen Zui pulled up another video of Su Huan at home, one naturally captured by Sophie using a hidden pinhole camera.

Whether due to pain or pleasure, I felt as if the inner walls of the mango were actively clinging to Liuxing's phallus.

Although Ouyang Yi knew that things were not as Prime Minister Leng had described, these matters should not have been discussed in front of Lan Lianxia.

Yet, now facing a long-time defeated opponent, why did he feel such an extreme sense of uncertainty within?

Bu Wen was about to flick his sleeves and leave immediately, but was held back firmly by Bu Xiu, who swore oaths to persuade him to stay for two more days to see how things unfolded.

"Then try again now—can you still see the Lord?" Sophie bit her lip tightly. She was also nervous, fearing that if her decision proved wrong, it would harm Chen Zui.

Where had he sent Huang Dongxuan’s Jiangling Army? He had placed them in the vanguard of the southern route—the bitterest fight with the highest attrition.

Seeing that Li Chen possessed an extraordinary air and was clearly no ordinary person, the villagers, acting on the principle of "treating a dead horse as a living one," led him into the village, which led to everything that followed.

Given the circumstances, the only explanation for Li Gang’s actions was that something was likely wrong with his health.

Having said this, Qingtian watched Lin Luo probing, expecting him to be angry or fly into a rage, but after waiting for a long time, there was no reaction at all.

Ah Wang’s parents, the older brother and sister-in-law of Zhaxi from Beijing, were already waiting at the doorway to welcome Shen Yuan with smiles.

An Ze held Wu Huairou’s hand, watching from the side, looking very much like a passerby who had stumbled upon the scene.

Shen Yuan returned the salute with folded fists: "I am Shen Yuan; forgive me for disturbing you with my arrival from afar!" Behind him, Shen Buyi also saluted.

As one who had once managed the underground forces of Chang'an for the Emperor, he had seen too much of the darkness in human hearts.

By the time the repeating crossbow was assembled, she had fallen behind by quite some distance. The opponent had entered the inner room, and she dared not pursue too recklessly for fear of traps, slowing her pace further.

Although the lifespan of a cultivator is longer than that of an ordinary person, one still cannot live forever.

The main army remained stationary. Yuan Shaoxing planned to dispatch two hundred thousand troops to first test the depth of the Luo and Yun families' combat strength.

Looking at these stilted buildings, their dark red color suggested that they had been coated with something to prevent ants and insects from gnawing at the wood.

Shen Yuan took the box, yet he could not help but glance back at the mountains of "ominous objects," feeling deep admiration for the guide’s mindset in the face of such wealth.

"Playing dirty? What dirty tricks?" Hearing the words "playing dirty," a surge of anger welled up in Meng Zhiyu’s heart. He set down the phone he had been scrolling through, turned his head to look at his unconscious friend Chen Songhe, and spoke with an indescribably gloomy and murderous tone.

For Bai Yu, it did not matter what he ate, or even if he didn't eat at all, as long as Zong Xin and Yaoyao didn't eat him.

"Excellent, it worked!" The Medicine Elder, hovering like a ghost at the cave entrance, nodded and said faintly.

"Hmph." Shangguan Yan looked at him coldly and snorted. She wanted to draw her sword, but her heart softened; she knew that once her Wind-Blood Sword left its sheath, death was inevitable, and Qian Ruhuai’s verbal flirtation did not warrant a death sentence.

Three batches of supplies intended for Fangling, Fengyi, and Hongnong were intercepted. The manors of several great families suffered, and fires broke out simultaneously in the southwest of Fengyi, the west of Hongnong, and the northwest of Shangluo.

The Queen, furious, rushed out to argue with the Emperor. Unfortunately, the Emperor kept avoiding her, and she had to return in low spirits.

This time, no matter how Zhuge Liang provoked him, and no matter how much the morale of the army wavered, Sima Yi refused to engage in battle. Zhuge Liang lacked sufficient troops, and with Sima Yi’s defensive advantage, he dared not force a crossing of the Wei River. The two sides remained in a standoff.

Zhen De cried out that it was bad, shielding his face with his hands as he rushed up and punched the tree trunk. Although Shao Yu did not quite understand, he also thrust his sword into it. The punch shook the tree, causing pine needles to rain down, and Shao Yu’s sword pierced clean through, becoming wedged in the trunk.

Facing Yi Lian’s sudden question, Luo Che was somewhat surprised. He gave an awkward laugh, scratched his head, and spoke.

Regardless of what happened in the dream world, when projected into the real world, Yu Yao and the Sanxiao sisters possessed physical bodies, while their true spirits—their soul imprints—were held by the Ancestor Hongjun as a condition of their exchange.

Those present had strong opinions about Shen Lian’s choice, but due to his status, they dared not ask. The students who had successfully advanced were equally furious; they could not understand what qualifications a piece of trash like Liu Qi had to stand alongside them.