Volume One Chapter 78: Only I Can Bully My Man

Su Moxi was stunned. “Wouldn’t that be inappropriate?” She was still thinking about the affection of growing up together. Li Qingran didn’t coax her either. “Think it over yourself; the decision is in your hands.” Su Moxi grew angry at the thought of her recent humiliation. “Fine, since she’s heartless, she can’t blame me for being ruthless.”

“I treated her as a friend, but what does she take me for? They say taking a step back brings vast horizons, but the further I retreat, the more infuriated I become.”

“Of course, yesterday’s outfit was a bit too casual, but I feel it’s better to prepare stage costumes that match the style of the song they’re going to perform.” The Chinese director spoke with conviction.

“It’s about time. Is the plane ready? Any further delay and we might die under shellfire,” Chu Xuan glanced at the time and spoke calmly.

There was only one selected stretch of road here; everywhere else was bumpy or rugged. Whoever reached the destination first, riding the whole way, would win. As for fighting, it was strictly forbidden—on such a road, any real combat could easily result in fatalities.

“Golden Mountain Temple? Could it really be connected to Master Fahai? My karma with Fahai hasn’t been settled yet? If so, I’ll make a trip to the mountain and put an end to it once and for all.” Xu Xian reassured Li Gongfu and Xu Jiaorong not to worry, saying he would go to Golden Mountain Temple to find Fahai and retrieve Bilian.

In Hinduism, the elephant-headed god Ganesha is bathed by elephants spraying water with their trunks—quite playful.

“What? Young master, did you foresee such events and prepare countermeasures ahead of time?” Bloodrock’s expression shifted slightly, surprised.

Turning back, they saw their lead of one point had turned into a deficit of one point! The shot was actually a three-pointer?!

At the same time, they moved into accommodations arranged by the officials. The Americans still wouldn’t give up; even their lodgings were equipped with surveillance and the like. However, with Zhang Jie and Zhan Lan’s abilities, these devices were nothing but decoration.

He pushed open the door and stepped out. Two Yang Xius had entered, but now only one emerged. Many people looked on in confusion, but Soya couldn’t care less. She hurried forward and embraced Yang Xiu, who was still immersed in studying the sword energy legacy.

What puzzled Muzha was that he saw no struggle, anger, or helplessness on Nezha’s face—only confidence and a mocking smile.

Ren Tu Ying woke up with the sun high in the sky. He had been unconscious since yesterday, nearly a full day and night.

As they drew closer, Li San could see more clearly: the hundred-meter-tall blue immortal coin was shrouded in gray, its surface etched with myriad marks from blades and swords.

Since his debut, Shen Huchan had dedicated himself to fighting for justice, eliminating evil, and upholding the way of heaven. Years of wandering the martial world led Shen Huchan to six like-minded friends. They became sworn brothers, calling themselves the “Seven Great Bandits.” Robbing the rich to help the poor, aiding the distressed, they accomplished countless deeds praised throughout the martial world.

In the sky appeared many images of Li San, and the Immortal Execution Sword pierced the Dark Demon Ancestor’s body at an unimaginable angle.

As for why Anvina, an undead being, could touch angel feathers, Sylvanas wasn’t in the mood to ponder that anymore.

The Wind Hall’s status was much improved compared to the Cloud Hall, but it could not rival the Fire Hall or the Disciples’ Hall. Of the four, only Fire and Disciples’ Halls were flourishing now.

Wang Ling tried to channel fire and ice energy into the Plum Blossom Seat and the Grand Windmill throw, hoping for a mutated skill. Sadly, the difficulty was too great—his current energy control was nowhere near enough.

If Demon Cloud had the fearless spirit of the Honey Badger, thinking of nothing but fighting from the start, he wouldn’t have fallen for the trap. But few in this world are unafraid of the God of Destruction’s might.

“Instead, it’s you, Cheng Shenyu—what nonsense are you imagining now?” He even uttered, “Tan Xiao is his rival in love.”

Yun Yeyong didn’t know if the quarreling person was the master of the Yu residence, but the face of Lady Yu looked rather unpleasant.

The warrior’s name was Mitsui Meichiro, who claimed to be a wanderer searching for himself across the country.

Meanwhile, at the Seventh Prince’s residence, Mu Qinghan paused upon hearing the report, equally unbelieving.

The sky was already pale; Zhuang Ming had chased all through the night—it was more than he had expected.

Strength was suddenly very clear, and since they had beaten a foreign team, it truly attracted fans.

“We’re family, aren’t we? Why so many distant words?” Gongsun Hongmi said with deep affection before heading upstairs.

Madam Xu was enjoying her conversation with Xie Nanzhi, but Duan Lanyin suddenly interrupted, which made her a bit annoyed.

For the rest of the time, Song Jinyu and Gu Zheng endured the subtle barbs between their mothers. Sorry, but there was nothing they could do.

Each nation had its own independent section, each with its own style; within each section were different routes.

This person’s appearance was highly deceptive, possessing a Buddhist aura. People with such qualities are hard to see as villains.

“Didn’t you just say our sect ranks among the ten righteous factions, and that ignoring the matters of the immortal stream would invite criticism?” The Celestial Master spoke up, his face showing a bit of smug satisfaction at catching someone out.

They retreated several kilometers, relying on spiritual sense to observe and communicate.

“What kind of person is Wang Lu? Uncle Yan Xiu.” Hearing that name again, Ziqing gently asked.

When Mi Youran began scheming, the two immediately confronted each other, each already reflected in the other’s mind. Such plotting was most dangerous; a slight misstep could lead to a trap, causing harm without ever meeting face to face.

Ning Wu Dui also shouted, “So close! I even told Senior Sister Yunxiao all about our escapades in the village…” He broke free, rubbed his ear, put on a pitiful look, and hid behind his brother.

So-called magical artifacts are created by the art of talisman-making, establishing formations and restrictions within objects so that, when activated by spiritual power, they can unleash various spells to defend against enemies.