Volume 1, Chapter 58: The Furious Prince Su

Reflecting on the earlier scene, a headache settled over me. Was what I did right or wrong? No matter what I did, it seemed to be my fault.

“Get lost, you idiot Baozi. You’re nothing but a chameleon. I despise you.” Everyone looked at Baozi with sheer contempt.

Zhu Ziming’s eyes flashed with hostility. The general’s voice grew weaker and weaker until he finally bowed deeply, no longer daring to speak.

“Are you ready to make your decision, Yi!” Kobe’s simple words infused Yi Yang with a newfound strength he had never felt before.

I had thought the shadows were terrifying enough, but behind them surged a crowd of people, their eyes glowing red and faces twisted into cruel smiles, advancing toward us.

“What is this thing?” A man snatched the dragon horn from Chen Yu’s hand and began to toy with it.

Charging under the basket, facing the towering Lithuanian player, Yi Yang showed no fear. With a smooth layup, he easily evaded Motiejunas’s block.

“Let you go?” Qin Fan sneered coldly. With a movement of his soul, a divine consciousness was cast upon Liu Er.

This mysterious blacksmith was almost within grasp. Uncle Luo Wu, I must investigate thoroughly when I return.

“The opponent’s spiritual energy is immense!” Li Luo’s face grew grave; the dark energy was at least three times his own.

“Hey, where’s Brother Divine Dog? Oh no, did he run off again?” Suddenly it dawned on me—wasn’t Brother Divine Dog supposed to come with me? Why was he nowhere to be found?

Li Meiqi’s eyes brightened instantly. Zhao Yu’s eyes widened as understanding blossomed in his mind. He thought, “Wow, such a move?”

He had never truly trusted Zhuge Wenqing. Only the oath of loyalty sworn by Zhuge Wenqing in the ancient Ming Tian formation made him regard him as one of his own.

Seeing the city lord’s mansion destroyed, all the powerful figures of Feng Wang City hurried away, fearing entanglement.

As for the Demon Curse, it was finally understood: it erased the soul of the target to be controlled, forcibly embedding it into the caster’s spirit, turning the victim into a puppet.

Their embrace made many lovesick young men feel a pang of jealousy. Some even wished to challenge Dai Feihai to a duel, but knowing Dai Feihai’s immense wealth and the possibility of him wielding a third-tier attack talisman, who could survive?

“I know, Rabbit Tower, I will help you get it back,” Cheng Yu said, rubbing the little horns on Mi Tu’s head.

Neither Cai Zhixiong nor Princess Ling Xuan could recognize those characters after pondering for a long time, let alone understand their meaning.

The roaring grew weaker and weaker. Beyond curses, the spirit of the primal demon had no means to resist. The shattered divine soul was swallowed by the master’s palm, all traces of its breath vanished. The void fell silent once more; even the storm ceased.

Watching the nine-colored flower nearly fall into the hands of the Cold Yuan Demon King, Cai Zhixiong felt anxious and indecisive.

When Bu Fan made the call, the two had suspicions. Now confirmed, they also understood why Liu Fu had come here. Damn it, even the city bureau’s leaders had arrived. Would Liu Fu dare not come?

Of course, Lin Miao’s words didn’t stem from fear of Bu Fan; she sensed he was not a bad person.

“Then the two of us will come see what skills you truly possess.” Even Situ Lin was annoyed this time, but he maintained composure, wary of a trap set by Lin Rong and Fang Yuan.

Fu Shan, in his thirties, was indeed spirited. He wore a purple robe, a goldfish pouch at his waist, a Liang crown on his head with a jade belt, dressed in an imperial bestowal qilin robe that accentuated his handsome figure. Beneath his thick brows, his starry eyes sparkled with amusement.

Finally, she placed the note back into her wallet and searched Bu Fan again. Apart from an ID card, she found nothing. After memorizing the ID number, she returned the card.

Japan’s unique terrain deprived it of strategic depth. The mighty Han, with its formidable naval power, needed not traverse the mountain passes along Honshu’s western edge; it could strike directly from the sea to the Kanto Plain.

The corpse general stamped heavily, cracking the earth beneath him. Channeling his internal energy, he struggled fiercely to stabilize his retreating body. His hands gripping the long blade were torn and bleeding black blood, which soaked the blade, making it appear both sinister and bloodthirsty.

Though he could transform the entire world into his abyss, his torment, he feared nothing.

“That’s right,” Su Junyan glanced at David Jones and saw he appeared unharmed.

Bu Fan shook his head slightly and stepped forward. Regardless of what had transpired, since they had come to his doorstep, he would show proper courtesy.

Originally, they had just wanted to watch the show. Could they not recognize Lin Ao’s level?

Harry lowered his head. After a moment, he lifted it slightly, adopting an expression both noble and aloof. His gaze fixed ahead, as if the student before him was an abyss with no end, and he stepped lightly.

A powerful force pierced my abdomen. The saber carved deep scratches on the ice as the claw stopped just ten centimeters from the girl’s face.

My voice echoed through every corner of Gear City, refracted and transmitted back and forth, creating a wave-like echo.

“Very well, then I shall venture inside!” Qin Feng declared with resolute eyes.