July 1st: The Myriad Phenomena of Ten Thousand Forms Garden

Of course, while it was wonderful that her younger brother had been rescued, Wang Xiulian couldn’t help feeling a bit dissatisfied at not being able to share the good news with her close friends. After all, who doesn’t want to share their joy with others?

“Go ahead and tell them. You all know how far along Qin Xue is now—let the elders have their moment of happiness too.” Ever since An Hao became pregnant, she understood deeply that kind of tenderness in one’s heart.

Pei Ying, however, said, “It’s not your fault. Even if you hadn’t killed them, they wouldn’t have lived much longer.” He knew all too well the tricks of those assassins.

And when she mentioned what Huan Jing had said in front of Emperor Guangyuan today, He Chengjin immediately felt something was amiss.

All three ships and over three hundred people drowned at sea, with only a few hired sailors from neighboring countries surviving by chance.

But now he just went to open the door so directly—was he really about to face the Snowfield Direwolf? Why did he seem so calm, as if it were nothing?

Xiao Qi, seeing her like this, said nothing more. He simply nodded and left the room, thoughtfully pulling the door closed behind him.

Upon hearing what Shen Le said, even Leng Yuequan widened his eyes, studying carefully and realizing it was indeed so.

Perhaps it was because Qin Xue’s gaze burned so intensely that Chu Molin immediately understood what she wished to convey.

“Do you feel it? If you really died, your wife and children would all belong to someone else.”

“Just give it to me!” Suddenly, a man’s voice rang out, followed by a deafening crash as the wall was shattered to pieces.

Those with keen eyes stared in shock at the rainbow light emerging from the raw stone, their faces full of awe.

Now Long’er finally understood why Esdeath was so powerful. Cultivating such a technique made it entirely normal to treat martial artists of equal or even higher rank as insignificant.

Two more bolts of lightning struck straight at Sima Changfeng’s head, while at the same time, the Fire Spirit folded its wings and managed to dodge the swirling black mist.

“Marsingyao?” Dantai Mingyue sighed. Such a pleasant name, yet when uttered by this orc, it became something like “Trouble Starling”?

“The battlefield is on the Human Realm? How can that be? Wasn’t it decreed among the Six Realms that the Human Realm should not be involved in the war between immortals and demons, and that conflicts would not endanger the Human Realm?” Zhong Tianyou was a little stunned.

There was nothing to be done; he had offended quite a few people in the capital, and there were always some who wanted to cause trouble for him in secret.

“Why! That guy has only just reached this level! He doesn’t even have a Controller’s token. What makes you say he’s stronger than us?” The exotic-looking man clearly didn’t believe the refined man’s words, while the calm man only smiled helplessly and said nothing more.

“Admiral.” Natar Bakirulu immediately saluted, not just out of respect for his superior’s rank, but also for his talent and dedication to the Earth Allied Forces.

When House struck, he intended to kill both of them—by the time they fell, their lives had been completely extinguished, leaving only two corpses.

In the end, the door closed as if he had never been there at all—only the things he’d carried in were left behind, forgotten.

Yet in the two years that followed—the fifteenth year since Gong Yang had gone to the Chen-Mu Xia family’s ancestral shrine—strange occurrences kept breaking out in the Zhao clan of Longling.

Happiness, for him, was something to be created through one’s own initiative, not something to be lost helplessly as before, simply out of weakness.

After we stepped back a few paces, the stone seat did not stop right away but continued rising another ten centimeters or so before finally halting. With a click, its height was fixed, just about level with my waist.

The Violet Blaze Shocks the Heavens was the signature martial technique of the Purple Fire Lion clan. So, as a seventh-rank skill, Zi Yuan’s Violet Blaze Shocks the Heavens was even greater than Liu Xinghe’s two combined, smashing two giant spiders, while Liu Xinghe’s moves resulted only in one kill and one wound.

The first type was the wooden coffin underground palace. After society entered the class system, burial customs became strictly stratified. The tombs of the ruling class were built on a grand scale.

She saw that the once fair skin on Gu Beicheng’s body had now been scratched raw.

“Hold on to your things! The walls on both sides of the tomb passage are made of magnetic stone!” Seeing the items fly out, I hurriedly warned them.

“Get upstairs immediately. That’s an order!” Christian repeated, even thinking of running back to help him.

He gazed into the distance, where a tornado connected sky and earth, occasionally struck by lightning. Each flash made the puppet incarnation formed by the tribulation within his body tremble slightly, as if in resonance.

A cold-faced cultivator emerged from the bloody light, exuding an overwhelming aura of arrogance and disdain with every movement.

Xu Wen gave a cold smile; now that he’d lured out the Supreme Elder of the Primordial Demon Sect, the three great elders were no longer of any use.

But after several wars, Zhao Ge understood one truth: mercy to your enemies is cruelty to your own people. Once you understand, numbness follows.

That morning’s breakfast was exceptionally lavish. I had a great appetite, devouring everything on the table in a whirlwind.

Gu Yunyan pulled a handkerchief from her bosom, its corner embroidered with a white character in silver thread. She coughed up a mouthful of clotted blood—dark red and black—staining the handkerchief. She couldn’t help but frown.

In the end, it always came down to fighting. Ximen Zha was knocked down, Yuan Ba was beaten back, and as Ximen Zha pursued the advantage, he was struck down with a single blow.

“If you want me to take off my shirt, just say so,” Naruto said, leaving Jiraiya speechless. Earlier, Naruto had bitten him hard.

Han Yufang clenched his sleeve, hesitated a moment, but finally walked away, following the figure receding along the palace path.

Zhang Jiuli’s legs were withering, but his face remained expressionless. What’s the use of showing darkness? Every day, it’s either you or him who must die.