One Hundred and Forty: Act after Act of Splendid Drama

Unfortunately, Tadu's warning came a fraction too late. The moment he let out that cry of despair, Supuyan's head had already parted from his shoulders, soaring into the air.

With that, Bai Mutong tapped the small vent on the lid of the teapot, and the purple clay pot emitted a distinct, crisp metallic sound.

At the mere thought of Mingxin and Jingjing's cold, merciless eyes brimming with hatred, Tom could no longer hold on. A sharp pain stabbed into his head, and he collapsed unconscious—Tom's cerebral thrombosis had acted up.

Although he addressed the man before him as "Sir," deep down in his heart, he simply could not believe that such a person could afford to stay in a VIP room of this high-end hotel.

The sword Qi, resembling a giant dragon breaking free from its cage, crashed relentlessly upon his barrier, gnawing at it frantically.

Soaking comfortably in the bathtub, Yang Lin found himself hesitating. He was truly far too busy now, with absolutely no time to rest. If he kept going at this pace, his health would inevitably suffer, yet without striving, he would end up with nothing at all.

The rope around Leng Xin's neck was neither thick nor of any special material. Therefore, the daring squirrel just now had given it a gentle nip, and the rope simply snapped. Moreover, the cut was remarkably neat, as if it had been severed cleanly with a knife.

Mo's expression darkened further. Although speechless at heart, he had no choice but to explain the situation in detail to everyone. There was nothing shameful about it, and since they were just chatting anyway, he had no desire to be saddled with the reputation of a fickle playboy.

"Lingling, are you certain?" Liu Tian had originally intended to refuse, but looking into the young woman's expectant gaze, he found himself unable to bear it. Besides, to be honest, it would be a lie to say he didn't have feelings for Qin Lingling.

After about the span of half an incense stick, a fragrance resembling a blend of musk and sandalwood drifted slowly out from the clouds, dispersing in all directions.

A Mercedes-Benz pulled up beside Xia Fan. Xia Fan and Yin Qingrou climbed into the vehicle. "Lead the way," Xia Fan said, snapping his fingers at Yang Lin.

Housekeeper Lu was a man of the world, after all. Back when he was in favor, Duan Ye had spared no effort in trying to win him over, even sending him gifts on multiple occasions. Although he had fallen from favor now, the lingering prestige and confidence of his past remained intact, and standing before Duan Ye, he felt not a shred of nervousness.

Bai Ruxin never showed her face on such occasions, something the bandits in the stronghold were long accustomed to, but Liu Li found it exceedingly strange.

An hour later, the massive jade-carved cavern door ahead of the masked man in black slowly opened upwards amidst a grating rumble of grinding stones.

Of course, true immortals and true spirits alike needed to cultivate, and their realms were identical to those of immortal cultivators.

With imperial concubines and dancers clearing the way, armed guards escorting, and a chariot pulled by a ninth-rank spiritual bird, could it be that the newcomer was an supreme elder of some major sect? Even so, such an extravagant display was somewhat excessive.

The Yinhe Empire ruled over an entire galaxy, and the number of troops within its four major legions was naturally an existence of immense scale.

Now he had jumped into the Yellow River and could no longer wash himself clean of the suspicion. Even Principal Liu had misunderstood. With a sigh of resignation, Xia Fan walked back to his apartment, while Ouyang Yunnduo swayed her hips and chased after him.

"I discovered that another powerful being from the primeval era had appeared on Earth," Zhang Shaofei said. "After I dealt with that expert, I established the Nether Legion. However, on my way home, the spatial passageway suddenly fractured, and I tumbled out of it. Heh, and coincidentally, I happened to crash right down through Reina's bathtub."

The Void Emperor spent his entire life in combat, nearly shattering his very own Dao-weapon by the end of it. It was precisely because of such fierce battles that a universally invincible emperor ultimately lived for only a single lifetime.

"Didn't they say Great Han was only sending eight hundred troops? How does it look like there are well over one hundred thousand!" Qi Hantian was utterly bewildered, deeply shaken, and demanded an explanation from the Qi Emperor.

Tian Tian sneered. No one wished to end up like this; who wouldn't want to live a proper life? Back then, she had been forced to drop out of school and could only attend a vocational college. But that vocational college was hardly a place for learning. Tian Tian had only hoped to acquire a skill so she could at least support herself, never imagining that one night she would be dragged away and violated.

Once everyone had finished reading, Wang Mang asked, "I am not very familiar with these younger generations of the Wang family. You have been handling affairs here in the imperial capital and have dealt with the Wang family far longer than I have. What are your thoughts on these individuals?"

As Cao Rui contemplated an eastern tour, Guan Ji, stationed by the Yellow River at the Longmen Crossing, had yet to decide whether to press west or continue southward.

"How is his progress in martial arts cultivation?" Yue Tian asked in a deep voice. This was matters of paramount importance.

With Lu Dai's permission, Zhang Bai collected the headless corpses of Shi Hui's four brothers, had men weave makeshift heads out of hay to sew onto the bodies, and buried them in a quiet plot of land, only then feeling a slight sense of peace.

Yet "Asking for Heaven's Song," who at this very moment was being chased in utter panic by the Blood-Shadow Swift Wolves, had no leisure time whatsoever to reply to posts on the forum.

At this moment, Li Meng was in a red-name status. There was no penalty for a red-name player being killed by monsters other than the normal loss of experience levels.

Li Meng gazed expressionlessly at the door as Xiao Qi opened it and walked out, wondering what thoughts were swirling in her mind.

Gu Luo supported his head with his hand, looking utterly vexed. He recalled how, half an hour ago, he had lost his way in the alleys of the commoner district and even found himself hunted down, forcing Elder Qian to expend his soul power to scout a path. This left Elder Qian unable to make a move again anytime soon—otherwise, even the Heaven-Reversing Divine Pill could be refined with a mere wave of his hand.

"You call me a demon, yet I use the Buddhist Dao to suppress you... What have you to say to that?" Su Jin's current enlightenment surpassed any moment in his past.

"You no longer possess the qualifications to negotiate terms with me," Su Jin replied indifferently, not even sparing Tuoba Xiu a glance as his gaze pierced deep into the heart of that distant star.

Even the supreme elders of the other two clans had only half-stepped into the Ding-Seal realm, and due to insufficient potential, advanced age, and declining vitality, they were increasingly losing any chance of breaking through to that level. Originally, they had assumed Qing Yue was nothing special either, and that everyone being on roughly equal footing would maintain a delicate balance.