Chapter 37: Don't You Even Think About It!

The corners of the girl's eyes were flushed, filled with both resentment and fury, and tears welled up as if she had been cruelly bullied. Xie Yanli felt a sudden tremor in his heart, the desire buried deep within his eyes surging like a terrifying, turbulent tide. He pinned her against the cold, hard wall, his breathing slightly ragged. Wei Yang refused to show weakness; gritting her teeth, she feigned composure and glared at the man who filled her with dread—the way he had acted with such reckless, unbridled madness just moments ago...

Xiao Yang and Xuan Yuanqingman were better off, as this was not their first time witnessing such things. Yet, standing before these ancient tombs once more, they could not help but be struck by a renewed sense of shock.

"Master, Master..." Chu Haoran heard someone shaking him through a haze. He slowly opened his eyes to find a soldier from the Purgatory Legion leaning over him, peering at him anxiously through a transparent visor.

The Empress had intended to throw a few more barbs his way, but at a glance, she saw a graceful figure approaching. Her expression shifted instantly, and she nearly shattered her teeth as she bit down hard.

Fang Yuan descended from the third floor to the second. As she rounded the corner of the staircase, she caught sight of a familiar figure near the first room. She wasn't sure at first, but as she drew closer, she realized it was truly him.

When he extended his primordial force to touch the thin-lined array once more, the stone statue seemed to roar. Golden light erupted from the giant sword in its grasp, and countless sword shadows fell like hail upon the location of the Star Soul Tomb, yet they still could not leave so much as a scratch.

Chu Haoran nodded and said, "Alright, I'll think about it. I'll call you back once I've made my decision." With that, he hung up the phone.

"Big Brother, the time is right and most of the people have arrived; we can head to the family ancestral hall now," said a burly, tiger-like man with thick eyebrows, stepping out from the left.

Qiao Qi watched as Jian Qianqian’s crimson lips parted and closed, but his mind was so overwhelmed he couldn't take in a word. He leaned down and kissed her directly, decisively sealing away all her chatter.

Yun Feng was stunned. He could hardly believe that the clinic had earned so much money on its very first day of operation.

Xiao Qing hesitated for a moment before slowly taking off his shoes. Although it didn't look very masculine, it would have been even more improper to keep them on when everyone else was taking theirs off.

"The New Year celebration is so lively today! I'm so happy!" These words revealed the poignant sorrow of a mother whose son was rarely home.

"I am also surprised; I never expected this result." It was one thing to push his limits, but to be forced into an adrenaline-fueled frenzy and suffer the consequences just to ensure the survival of himself and his companions—it was a heavy price.

Yukimura said nothing more and activated his Cursed Seal to its maximum capacity. Natural energy surged into his body, and violet, serpent-like shadows spiraled around him.

After all, chakra was not like the celestial essence of cultivation, which one could absorb to forgo food and drink, achieve eternal life, and rival the sun and moon.

With no other choice, Rose resorted to the old tactic of intentional fouls, hoping to rely on his own strength to get one or two of the Spurs players disqualified.

Qiao Xiao and Luan Shujun were good friends. Luan Shujun owned the Fairy Feather Club; if she were to help Qiao Xiao, it would be much easier for her to make a comeback.

Su Ming was genuinely curious about someone so young, so he checked the fellow's strength. He didn't expect much, but what he saw gave him quite a start.

"Rest assured, Host. In mythological planes of this nature, the power of the plane itself is significantly weakened!" Stone chimed in at this moment.

"Why is everyone so quiet?" Pike picked up a flamethrower, breaking the silence.

The flowing light surrounding the two faded before intensifying once more, forming a circular, shimmering shield that completely enveloped them.

When Jiang Sheng was pinned down, she instinctively reached out to protect her belly, wrapping her arms around it—perhaps the instinct of every mother to shield her most vulnerable child.