Chapter 104: The Celebration Banquet, Radiant Like the Sun
Li Tianchen exhaled in relief. Relying on the power within the Fire Crystal Stone, he unexpectedly extinguished the consecutive spirit clones of Doumu Yuanjun, primarily to intimidate the opponent.
A bowl of vegetables placed on the table would be cleared in mere seconds; such speed demanded sharpness, or one was unworthy of a seat at the table.
In the past, Kunlun had eight great battle divisions, known as the Eight Heavenly Dragon Divisions, invincible in battle and unstoppable in attack. Many had assumed these divisions had long vanished into the annals of history, yet now, they suddenly reemerged.
He was not ordinarily proud, yet as a master of medical arts, he would not tolerate others questioning his skill. Since these people doubted him so openly, he would not hesitate to show his stature.
Qu Liang’er held her cup of water, staring at her for a moment longer, clearly assessing her trustworthiness.
Yun Shuang frowned slightly, pondering the meaning behind Qin Xiao’s words. Even if Qin Xiao bore grievances against the Wei family, it was unlikely she would so brazenly call Wei Konghe an old fox.
“Of course. If it weren’t a third-grade spiritual artifact, how could it effectively target a third-grade body cultivator?” Ziyuan Zhenren felt a wave of relief, yet the dark aura on his face began to spread again. Hastily, he swallowed several pills and began to cultivate to heal his wounds.
If what Lin Mei said was true, then Lin Shu was playing both sides, eating from one bowl while eyeing another—a fickle soul.
Her entanglements with Han Kangping were many, so such intense actions were within reason.
Jin Yan and Jin An only wished to follow him; as for what he would do, they fully obeyed his will.
Mi Zhu and Tian Xuanzi were surprised by what unfolded before them. Though they were not as close as family within their sect, they maintained respect and courtesy, never having witnessed such fratricidal strife. They could not help but harbor deep resentment toward the Daoist from Pinghai.
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Qing Feng hurriedly inquired, for in an unfamiliar environment, information was crucial. Gathering more details greatly increased the chances of survival.
“You were knocked unconscious by the shock, but I remained awake. Afterward, the Rotating Turtle did not attack us but quickly returned to its original island. Thus, we both narrowly escaped death. Only then did I take you away.”
If Old Forelei learned this, it was uncertain whether the Bloody Wedding would still proceed—perhaps fear would cause them to abandon the plan. But this was not something Li Ling wished to see.
In the neighboring room, Qin Siyong sensed something amiss. Terrified, he burst out and kicked open Chu Xiu’s door, cautioning warily.
However, during the era of the primordial world’s completion, the pristine Pangu Path would not manifest. The Pangu Heart of Taiqing must not appear! Even Yuqing and Shangqing could not obtain the Pangu Heart.
She could not understand. The villagers treated her kindly, and her parents loved her dearly. They were proud that she was chosen as the mountain lord’s sacrificial offering.
Deep within the valley lay fragments of shattered bones. The aura emanating from these scattered remains alone was enough to make Qing Feng’s heart race with terror.
Luo Thirteen saw some cheese inside and, without much thought, hung it upon the camel.
Soon, footsteps echoed from upstairs. Then the master’s door creaked open, and Xu Tianxing emerged slowly, carrying the “Devourer.”
“Hmph!” The two ministers stood with arms crossed, unwilling to concede. For them to coexist, it would require the impossible—like two suns appearing simultaneously in the sky, melting all snow in the Fengmaya Mountains.
For a hundred years, Lu Mo had sensed no sign of Bordeaux, yet someone was helping to open the Heavenly Gate. Lu Mo keenly perceived that once the gate opened, disaster would inevitably follow. Therefore, before a second attempt to open the gate, he must eliminate the required demonic and spiritual power.
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The panda moved swiftly and courageously, kicking open the door with a single foot and then pulling Uncle Nong inside abruptly.
The servants in the villa had fled, and with police cars arriving, the entire residential area buzzed with excitement. Liu Cuiyun’s former card-playing friends peered cautiously, their expressions mingling disdain and fear.
Good heavens, when direct methods failed, they resorted to sugar-coated artillery—this indirect approach was reminiscent of when Zhang Tianyang cleverly befriended Li Zhibai. Were it not for Zhang Tianyang’s thick skin, boldness, and meticulousness that day, he might have lost a saint-level follower, and Li Tianyang would be without a worthy master.
While preparing and putting on makeup, Jian Ning noticed the phone on the table lighting up several times. Fu Tianze’s contact name flashed on the screen repeatedly. Yet she set the phone to silent, pretending not to hear.
Tonight, after Chen Jing’s performance at a Seattle bar, she invited Chen Feng into a private room. At first, Chen Feng thought she wanted a quiet place to confess her feelings, but Chen Jing told him she was leaving—leaving this city behind.
The higher the trading volume, the greater the probability of a rise. This was Wu Xuan’s research conclusion after comparing most similar scenarios at Wang Nuo’s request. Although there was some chance of a crash, the likelihood of an increase far outweighed the chance of a decline.
“Xinxin, don’t be afraid. Brother Wumian will protect you,” said Zhao Wumian as he spoke, releasing a mischievous laugh.
Without hesitation, her long legs floated gracefully, and her delicate body swiftly shifted seven or eight meters away, just as a dozen icy leaf ghost vines sprouted from where she had stood moments before.
“Yes, that’s right. Such formidable power cannot be sustained continuously. Perhaps this is when they are at their weakest. Brothers, let’s strike now!” a middle-aged man shouted loudly.I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.