Volume 1, Chapter 133: Fainted with Rage
"So, you want money."
Shen Yanzhou rarely experienced emotional fluctuations. Even when faced with the prospect of his own brother’s impending death, he remained calm, composed, and seemingly indifferent.
Shen Zhaowu knew him well. In her previous life, just before she died, the last phone call she made to Shen Yanzhou had been met with this same cold tone—perhaps even more cruel.
Qing Binghe offered a dry laugh and gave a slight bow; after all, he hadn't fought this battle, nor was he the one who had won it.
"Is this the fine wine Old Man Drunk has just brewed?" Tanluo’s eyes shimmered. Since leaving the Sheng-Tian Sect, she had never had the chance to taste his craft again.
As for Liu Fei, apart from his daily research on the Blue Snow Elves, he was mostly occupied with the affairs of the Haiming Travel Agency.
Yet, after several days, Ling Ruoxi’s body seemed unchanged. There was no stiffness, no signs of shriveling; her skin was merely deathly cold, and her eyes remained tightly shut.
No sooner had he finished speaking than a baseball bat slammed into the head of the man who had been cursing. With a single blow, the man collapsed to the ground, unconscious before he could even let out a groan.
The Purple Heaven Sword was now stained a deep, blood-red, and the thick scent of iron permeated the entire hall.
"Why don't we switch places? You can work as a server at the club, and I'll go back to work reading diaries. How about that?" Wang Dong found the car keys he had tossed aside and handed them to Xia Zhiqing.
The Jade Emperor and Liu Shuang turned their gazes toward the speaker. It was the Barefoot Immortal. He was holding his right leg halfway up, his large, calloused foot clearly visible.
However, the June Snow flower grew only in the Northern Territories. One could imagine how difficult it would be to find such snow-white blooms on the snow-covered ground; Long Aolang had only ever heard of them, and this was his first time seeing one.
The Dao-Killing Sword Qi was forced out by Wang Ping like an arrow released from a bow. Ling Luo, caught in the backlash, stumbled back several steps, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.
"Good, that's a new discovery. Take it back for matching and see whose it is." Qi Zihan smiled, clearly delighted by the unexpected find.
Now that this area was no longer covered by white mist, there was hardly a flat patch of ground left; it was riddled with pits and craters. Ning Xin and Ning Yi had no choice but to fly through the air to dodge the incoming arrows.
The rocks tumbling down from the cliff shattered with a bang, turning into fine powder in a single breath.
Just as Lin Qingyu was looking around, someone tapped her lightly on the shoulder, accompanied by a playful, cute voice.
His target was the elephant’s two massive knees. If he could strike them, or even just the legs, he could strip the beast of its mobility or at least hinder it significantly.
At the end of his speech, the stern expression on Dojima Taihei’s face suddenly gave way to a hint of a teasing smile.
No one dared to speculate further, for deep down, they sensed that summoning the celestial gods from beyond the realm was not as simple as Ning Taisui had claimed; he must have concealed a critical part of the process from them.
"Boom!" No sooner had Li Muyang felt a flicker of joy than the Poison-Blood Fire Serpent exploded inside him. With his fragile vitality, he had no means of resistance and was instantly blown to pieces.
The city walls were impossibly high, reaching into the clouds and radiating an ancient, majestic aura, like a veteran general, stirring an urge in others to bow down in reverence.
This banquet was hosted by one of the most influential figures in the North City, and every guest in attendance held a significant status.
Hearing the *slap*, Jiang Qingluo assumed Hai Hong had been struck and moved to push the door open. But peeking through the crack, she saw Zhang Wei on top of Hai Hong, both of them naked, and she quickly pulled her hand back.