Volume 1, Chapter 37: The Triplets Avenge Xia Nanzhi for the Grudge from Five Years Ago

"Absurd! This woman is simply courting death!" Xu Chu grabbed the Dragon-Slaying Blade from his back, ready to charge in. He could only endure so much; he lacked the patience of Wei Zheng.

The courtyard instantly became lively. Ling Bozhou looked on with surprise, glancing at Murong Qiushui, who merely smiled slightly—it was surely the work of that fellow.

From that day on, Xu Dafang became much more diligent with his show, actively campaigning for votes. "Striving for two-hundred-fifty!" became a phrase frequently on his lips.

The Unicorn Light Beast made no unnecessary movements. Its horn continued to condense a brilliant light, while its head shifted slightly to alter its target.

Zamorano was brought down by Lanna on the right flank; Marco Lanna received a card and conceded a free kick to Inter Milan on the right side.

The fog of war swirled, appearing to constrict further. This was a crucible designed to select participants of the Bronze rank! His own strength was judged by this battlefield as Iron rank; breaking through to Bronze was… difficult. Unless he used slaughter points to exchange for a rank upgrade, but that would mean having a backdoor installed within his own body.

Most importantly, based on his understanding of Wei Zheng, he did not seem like the type to be overly self-important. After all, he had once borrowed five thousand city guards from him.

The seemingly flat water ripples ejected from the feathers actually left a faint mark on the stone pillar, as if carved by a blade.

Qin Zhen closed her eyes, naturally thinking once again of Lin Feng, whom she held so dear. That warm voice had accompanied her throughout her youth. From the age of thirteen to twenty-four, her feelings for Lin Feng had fermented through the long years, turning from simple admiration and longing into this exquisite nectar of lovesickness.

Ah Hua looked quite elated, seemingly satisfied with the transformation of the Soul-Life Tree. Ye Bo scratched his head—well, that would do. To survive in this world, one must be ruthless: ruthless to the enemy, and even more so to oneself. A weapon that disregarded friend or foe was just right.

The competition in this group was fierce. There was the American team, fielding their strongest lineup with Mike Rodgers, Justin Gatlin, Tyson Gay, and Ryan Bailey; the Japanese team with Yoshihide Kiryu, the "Big Wind" who had run a wind-aided 9.87 at the Austin Youth Track and Field Invitational; and the Canadian team.

Emperor Xiao was only twenty when he ascended the throne. He was born at the beginning of Emperor Jing's reign, during the most impoverished period of the Qin State. Emperor Xiao had been sickly since childhood, suffering from malnutrition. He fell gravely ill just one year after taking the throne and passed away.

With such strength… even when facing two spiritual puppets simultaneously, Gong Yingxue had absolute confidence.

Qin Yang and Tianxin exchanged a glance and nodded silently. It seemed this was the place where the living dead were refined.

The Bright Mountains were located on a massive island, quite close to the Tianya Continent; it took only two days to reach by boat.

Cheng Muqing recalled the scar on her back, sustained while saving Lin Heng. When she rushed in to rescue him, she had been struck by a burning beam. That impact had left her with a long scar.

The Red Sun Kingdom was worthy of being a great nation; outside the royal capital were bustling markets, much like the second or third ring roads or the new urban districts of the modern era.

Such an opponent could hardly be called an opponent; Shen Birou was too weak. It was not a matter of looking down on her, but simply the truth.

Without a word, Qin Yang dodged the blade aimed at him, then unleashed a palm strike that landed squarely on the man’s chest. A muffled sound came from within the man's chest, as if bones and flesh were being crushed together; his body went limp, his eyes lost their focus, and he collapsed to the ground.

But just as he was about to pull Tianxin away, a "whoosh" echoed, and nearly a hundred torches ignited simultaneously along the surrounding walls.

This hospital was neither far nor close to Jessica’s home, but to take care of Li Mingqiu, Jack deliberately drove slowly. After all, in his current miserable state, one really worried he might accidentally bump into something else.

Since the brother of the girl was busy with business all day, they had never met. However, once the old Madam Qian visited in person, Zheng Lixiang had no reason to keep refusing. Besides, she was idle anyway, and it wouldn't hurt to learn more about the new changes in the Imperial Capital.

"It's not that simple," Tang Seng shook his head. Given how much the people of Zhuzi Kingdom had loathed and rejected them earlier, it certainly wouldn't be that straightforward.

The entire process was completed in a flash. Compared to the previous few times, Luo Chen could be certain that after entering the realm of a Great Mage, his control over magic elements had become significantly more adept and natural.

Upon hearing this, Hua Zhen performed a solemn military salute. Then, with a flash, she led her thousands of troops and vanished rapidly from the northwestern fortress. Yet, the moment she turned back to glance at him before leaving, there seemed to be something more in her gaze toward Luo Chen.

The Emperor’s permission for Xue Xi to come already indicated his stance. Luo Tianwu also hoped to accept their surrender peacefully; the war had dragged on for so long that the losses on both sides were too great.

It was said that Xu Bing had inherited the orthodox techniques of the "Startling Gate" from the Eight Outer Schools, though only Xu Bing himself knew if it was a true inheritance.

The office building's basic facilities were complete, with all functional areas already partitioned. The wallpaper, carpets, and ceiling were fine as they were; one only needed to decorate the reception area to move in.

Of course, as for these people, in their own words, they were only here to listen. During the process, they generally wouldn't express any opinions. Having reached their level, they had grown indifferent to certain matters.

The black-robed male ghost carried a horse-chopping saber. Clearly, the entirely white blade was crafted from bone materials; it was quite possible it had been forged from human bones.

"Jian Ling, I am in the Endless Void, waiting for the people from your Demon God Temple. If you do not come, the Demon God Temple shall be relegated to history!" Ying Mingxuan said, transforming into a streak of light as he departed.

This group of Profound Gate armored soldiers numbered sixty thousand. There were disciples from the Ten Thousand Sword Immortal Sect, the Heavenly Guard School, the Mount Shu Sect, the Jade Finger Sect, and others. Though their attire and sects differed, their armor was bright, and their ranks were orderly.

But Wang Fei asked himself, he was not a bad person. The most basic virtues of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and sincerity, as well as a sense of gratitude and morality—he possessed them all.

"Sister Nan, do you have a boyfriend? Or are you already married?" Sister Xu suddenly turned to ask Nan Yao.

The Anti-Qin Alliance had a total of thirty thousand soldiers, while the Qin army had only Meng Tian's ten thousand Fire Cavalry. In terms of numbers, the Qin army was at a disadvantage. However, each of Meng Tian's Fire Cavalry was a brave and battle-hardened soldier, skilled in both horsemanship and infantry combat. Coupled with the superior equipment of the Qin forces, for a time, the two sides were locked in an inextricable struggle.