Chapter 43

Lu Jiawen was left with no way to defend herself. The fact that she had fallen out with Anna was something she could never let slip, though they truly no longer kept in touch; however, Anna's mother and Liu Yun remained good friends.

At present, the most capable men under Gu Xun's command were the father-and-son duo Huo Qing and Huo Wei. While a few other military generals were also trustworthy, they lacked the sheer deterrent force of the father and son.

Speaking of dog food, he had certainly been fed a full share of it today. He was married himself, wasn't he? So why did he still feel like a lonely bachelor, being tortured by others from morning till night?

Before she was married off to the Qi State, her only memory was that she was a princess of the Jiang State, and Gu Lin was her sole friend.

As Nie Yuan pondered, he realized that he actually had very few memories shared with Qiu Luoxue. In the grand scheme of his life, the time spent with her was merely a drop in the ocean. Yet, even as just a drop in the ocean, those memories remained the deepest he had ever cherished for so long.

Watching the Chrono Legionnaire fill up more than a dozen gas cylinders, make them vanish with a flurry of waves, and then wave at an obvious security camera—as if saying, "Thanks for the treat"—before disappearing himself, left everyone stunned.

Before Gao Boxuan could speak, Gao Yunping, on the other end of the phone, heard Lin Yixun's voice. Her expression suddenly turned icy cold as she heard Lin Yixun say, "An'an, Auntie hasn't been in touch with your mother for a long time either. Auntie would like to chat with her for a moment, may I?"

"Your son is his Majesty's son, and naturally should share his Majesty's worries." Compared to Emperor Xiao of Qi's heartfelt words, this remark sounded far more formal and polite.

The moment Fei Lingman saw Nangong Yang, she was overflowing with joy, her happiness written all over her face.

He had witnessed wars between nations, rivers of blood staining the mountains and rivers, and warriors fighting with every ounce of their strength for their faith. The setting sun dyed half the sky crimson, and across the mountains of corpses and seas of blood came the tearful cheers of victorious soldiers.

"Sister Ting..." I finally called out her name. Yet she looked at me with terror in her eyes, huddled up in a corner, too terrified to approach.

When these pickpockets first spotted the merchants traveling for business, they thought they had run into a flock of fat sheep. But upon boarding the train, good lord, an entire carriage full of people dressed in the exact same attire almost scared them out of their wits.

Not long after his voice fell, footsteps echoed from within, and shortly after, Ye Qingwan emerged.

Aside from Anna and Xu Zhi, even Lin Ziyue could hardly sit still any longer. Although she had her abilities measured once previously in Sijing, at that time she had not yet found a way to practice spiritual powers, unable to condense even the simplest water ball. Lin Ziyue wanted to see just how far her abilities had reached now.

Li Jing led a squadron of his own special forces, accompanied by a battalion of soldiers and a hundred steel-spring carriages, guided by the two scouts who had returned earlier, and marched straight toward the treasure trove at the southern foot of the Qinling Mountains.

Following that, ripples of fierce energy surged across Chen Xi's arm, and the immense rebound force sent me flying more than five meters away, my body crashing heavily onto the ground.

However, the intimidating display Zhuang Yu had just pulled off was truly astonishing. No matter how much anger burned within him, he no longer had the courage to step forward and challenge him.

This was precisely the sentence I wanted. Hearing this, I stood upon no ceremony. Reaching out, I seized Lan Hu by the throat and pinned her to the ground.

The elemental attributes of Arthur's abilities were somewhat similar to Tobias', but in addition to ice and wind, he also possessed an affinity for the light attribute.

With that, without any noticeable movement from Elder Hu, another ice ball shot forth, striking the exact same target with a crisp clashing sound.

Gao Fei did not bother with a wine cup either; he simply lifted the jar of wine and poured it straight into his mouth, gulping down half the jar in a single breath.

As long as one practiced chakra, upon death one would not immediately enter the cycle of reincarnation; instead, the chakra had to be completely purged under certain rules before one could be reincarnated.

The power of chaos and golden blood allowed the mask to automatically transform into any desired shape, and it existed near-eternally. Naturally, its defensive power was terrifyingly formidable.

"Everyone is ready, on stage!" Reminded of his cue, Li Shengxiu turned to his members and spoke, taking the lead as he walked onto the stage. The moment Li Shengxiu stepped foot on the stage, an unusual wave of screams erupted from the broadcasting hall.

After a round of bargaining between the two, the final figure was set at thirty million spirit crystals.

Because everyone had made money, figuring out how precisely to spend it was an art form. Spending money was indeed an art, and that was an undeniable truth.

Tang San had participated in operations to annihilate negative entities and knew firsthand how terrifying they were—they were manifestations of absolute evil. For anyone living within the myriad realms, fighting negative entities was the only way forward.

In ancient times, any of the myriad clans that ranked in the top one hundred were called great clans; those in the top fifty were called royal clans; the top twenty were imperial clans; and the top ten were the imperial races.

Because if any other clan member were to devour him, there was a high probability they would evolve into a "King," seeing that he was once an "Emperor."

Darting swiftly through the forest, Ao Shuang felt wave after wave of fierce spiritual energy fluctuations coming from behind. The look in his eyes gradually turned cold. After danger struck, Deng Tong and the four of them had chosen to deliberately abandon him, completely disregarding his life and safety.

"Talking about this is of no use. Those necromancers definitely have an agenda. The crucial point is what we should do! An Fei, are we going to keep following them?" Black Eleven said in a low voice.

The codename of that master of disguise and fraudster proved that he was the ninety-eighth death row inmate Liu Meimel had brought in to be executed.

That nomad warrior had no idea what kind of being I was, and chuckled, "I am Zagui, the first hero of the Wendu tribe. I have come specifically to thank the Daoist priest for helping us drive away these demons. If the priest has any commands, our Wendu tribe will obey without exception."

The Cauldron of the Smelting Heavens was carried by ten martial artists at the Spirit King realm. Soon after, a long sword concealed within a brilliant blue crystal scabbard was placed diagonally before Wu Kuanglan. Although the blade remained in its scabbard, the majestic aura resembling the shifting of vast seas had already deeply imprinted itself in everyone's hearts.