Haven't you always wanted me to hit you?

With a deafening crash, the man in black felt a violent shock throughout his body as an immense force instantly sent him flying. As he was hurled backward, his body was unexpectedly covered in tiny frost crystals, and even his true qi felt as though it were about to freeze solid.

Had Qingdai not intervened suddenly, although he was confident he could have evaded the wolf's attack, he would have had to pay a heavy and bitter price.

"My third aunt is not the casual sort of person. If what you say is true, then the two of you must have known each other for a very long time."

"Wuwu... wuwu..." Dao Yunruo struggled desperately to say something, but alas, his throat was severed, and he could no longer utter a single word.

It was only then that Tao Weinian raised a hand to touch his cheek, feeling a severe swelling and even discovering that his teeth within were somewhat loose. He spat lightly onto the ground and found streaks of blood mixed within the saliva.

"Tomorrow's rendezvous at the Rosemary Valley involves a tangled web of various factions. I wish to borrow Brother Long's subordinates to lend me a hand," Yu Chong said.

Yet when she stepped across the threshold of her own courtyard, she discovered that everything within it appeared exactly as she was most familiar with.

At this moment, Elder Lin smiled as he looked toward Shuangxue. To possess such footwork technique, probably only Shuangxue could have given it to Mubai, or perhaps only she knew of it.

The very first Western restaurant in Longdu City was located right here. At this time, a single steak dared to sell for hundreds or thousands of yuan—you must know that such a price was enough to cover the living expenses of some working-class households for an entire month.

"No, no, no. You've probably misunderstood my meaning. My meaning is that mobilizing so many people with such fanfare is truly a waste. All of you should just go back!" Tang Dawei said nonchalantly.

Since someone from Qinghuan's side came out to deliver the message, it was naturally Qinghuan's intention. He naturally had to show some respect and make a trip, yet unexpectedly, Qinghuan treated him to such a remarkably good show.

"It's not that simple? When you say it's not that simple, just how difficult is it?" Hearing his words, my heart involuntarily gave a fierce pound.

Qinghuan's enthusiastic warmth made Jin Shuiyue feel rather embarrassed, leaving her with no choice but to follow along the entire way without saying much else.

This was Jack's first time witnessing Qin Bei resolve a problem in such a simple and crude manner, and he was deeply frightened as a result. Judging by this, when he took two kicks from Qin Bei yesterday, Qin Bei had truly shown him mercy.

"Xiangnan, Xiangnan!" I kept transmitting messages to my team member and pulled out a second Ender Pearl, wanting to throw it just before the monster attacked me, but unexpectedly, my hand was bitten by something.

Liu Yun spread her hands. Having accepted the inheritance of the Azure Dragon, she had already lost the opportunity to become a Martial God. However, she did not mind, because a Martial God was an elusive and distant dream. Throughout the ages in the martial world, how many Martial Gods had ever appeared? For any martial artist, attaining the rank of Martial Emperor was already the grandest dream of this lifetime.

A burst of cheers erupted from the surroundings, and the thirty-two finalists were also filled with excitement and thrill. Even though they belonged to prominent aristocratic families, Earth-grade cultivation techniques were still exceedingly rare; in fact, not every family possessed an Earth-grade cultivation technique.

Footsteps approached from afar, sending ripples through the frozen scene. The crisp sound of iron boots treading on nether-bricks was like the clanging of swords and blades, filled with a stern, murderous aura that echoed endlessly down the corridor.

Xin Qijie returned to his original spot. A faint sunlight filtered down as the Five Ghosts of Sky Burial were driven backward by the howling gale. The Sunset Divine Spear shot directly toward him; already suffering from severe internal injuries, how could he possibly be a match for Xin Qijie? His chest was pierced straight through on the spot, turning him instantly into a corpse.

In truth, for a theatrical troupe, trying to remain established within a particular garden was no easy feat, and in the end, the final decision still rested with the master of the house.

The three people and one leopard returned to the courtyard. Shanghui deliberately eavesdropped on the conversation between the City Lord and Yang Yang. The City Lord was attempting to persuade Yang Yang to stay away from Hanye; Yang Yang remained silent, yet said nothing else either.

Jiuer looked toward Xing Youran, who sat leisurely and unhurriedly upon his horse, gazing casually toward the distant street as though the two maidservants before him had nothing to do with him whatsoever.

For the very first time, he watched a living, breathing human being die right before his eyes in order to save him.

Lin Siyin and the others all stared in astonishment at Hu Feixue and Ma Feipeng standing behind Bao Tian, whereas Hu Feixue glared at Lin Siyin with the eyes of a romantic rival. Hu Feixue had initially suspected Tang 笑 (Tang Xiao), but upon hearing that Tang Xiao turned out to be Bao Tian's disciple, she immediately shifted her primary focus onto Lin Siyin.

These five or six fellows knelt in a row, kowtowing loudly—"thud, thud, thud"—toward the divine statue of the Dark-Armored Overlord. I am afraid they had never been even half as devout when kowtowing to their own parents; their foreheads were beaten until they bled, yet they felt no pain whatsoever.

Amidst their astonishment came joy as well. With their side's Bao Tian being so immensely mighty, what was there left to worry about regarding today's affair?

After an unknown passage of time, Zhou Qing cast a sideways glance at the old man, his expression devoid of the slightest trace of surprise, as if he had anticipated all along that the old man would come.

He only felt a current of strange fluid instantly surge from his blood vessels into his body, circulating through him before finally plunging straight into the hidden treasures within his physical form. Jiang Yun hurriedly sank his consciousness inward as well.

The mountain was shrouded in gloomy mist year-round, making everything hazy and indistinct. Flowing through the water was a dark crimson river, and even the mist along the riverbanks seemed to exude a thick, pungent stench of blood.

His father's cultivation had already reached the early stage of the Golden Core realm, while his mother's cultivation had attained the fourth layer of Qi Condensation.

It possessed no fixed lifespan limit; generally speaking, a snake would die a natural death when it grew too large to hunt for food. However, under certain conditions where food was abundant—such as artificial feeding—it could continue to grow indefinitely. Even so, the lifespan of an ordinary snake typically only spanned around a hundred years.