Episode 4

With a sudden, forceful motion, he tore the white dress from Yan Ruyu, revealing a large expanse of crystalline, smooth skin.

If Chen Jing could manage within a month, he, a Great Emperor, combined with Huang Xiu—that child of destiny at the late Great Emperor stage—should be able to hold the line.

The servants who had previously ignored Wang Hao, or even looked at him with mocking faces, seemed like different people today, displaying unprecedented enthusiasm.

What Huo Yuanchen was doing was undoubtedly rubbing salt into her wounds. She didn't feel the pain, perhaps because she had already become numb to it at the time. But she was angry—furious—so much so that she wanted to stab the culprit to death.

Shaking his body, the snow covering his figure scattered into the air, merging with the blizzard; it was as if he had walked straight out of the raging storm.

As the train carrying cherry blossoms drew near, Donggong Tienan’s expression turned ferocious as he used the weight of his body to press the detonator.

He had heard that Shen Hechu possessed a rather eccentric temperament and kept everyone at arm's length, yet the moment he stepped into the room, he clearly saw the worry and anxiety on Shen Hechu's face.

Chen Lan desperately wanted to curse, but upon remembering that the person before him was the father of his own biological father, he managed to hold back with great difficulty.

Xiao Moyun also turned away, feeling embarrassed, and coughed twice, pretending that nothing had happened.

The members of the Wang family held their breath. Seeing her put down the vegetable buns, no one reached for them; they all stretched their necks, waiting.

I only just realized you are so remarkable. I never understood your past, but I know that when I first met you, weren't you wearing tattered clothes, too? I thought you were a beggar who had fled from the East, or a destitute wanderer from the South.

Because his own defenses could not withstand this, while the Magic Dragon remained completely unharmed—he was now severely wounded while the dragon was unscathed—this left him having suffered a double loss, gaining nothing while paying a heavy price.

Under Li Nan’s arrangement, everyone moved far away from the X-ray therapy machine. Given that Li Nan’s physical state was extremely weak, the task of activating it fell to Liu Ziming, who volunteered.

The skin on his body burst open, turning into fragments, revealing sharp fangs, claws, and dark red flesh. A king of predators had emerged. The heavens and earth trembled; the moment it appeared, it radiated a violent aura, having reached the peak power of its infancy.

Seeing that it was time for the afternoon shift, Jiang Haitao hurriedly pulled Jiang Li away, fearing that if they stayed any longer, she might be provoked into saying all sorts of wild things.

The White Tiger led the soldiers in a charge into the crowd. He nimbly dodged the attacks of the sword masters, doing everything in his power to engage in close-quarters combat. Wherever his tiger claws swiped, blood splattered, and sturdy steel heavy armor was torn apart like paper.

The silver-gleaming sword stopped at Tie Zheng’s throat. Upon hearing the system notification, Gu Yu’s heart felt as if it had fallen into a bottomless abyss. His eyes were filled with disbelief, but also a hint of fear.

Before she could finish speaking, the beautiful woman’s figure suddenly flashed and vanished into thin air. In the moment of confusion for Liu Huo and his companion, a "rip" was heard, and the white wolf-skin robe was torn right off Yun Zheyue’s body by an invisible force.

Xue Yun sighed. Watching the zombie swing its fist, he had no choice but to summon the God-Demon. Just as he prepared to delve his soul into his mental realm to initiate the summoning, he suddenly realized that because he was so severely wounded, he lacked the energy to open the gates of his mind. In other words, the God-Demon Tower could not be opened due to the gravity of his injuries.

Ever since Deng Jiahui made Deng Yun apologize to Jiang Yishan and the others in front of Wang Peng, Wang Peng had indeed subconsciously kept his distance from her. He hadn't replied to a single one of the text messages she had sent him.

One must carefully weigh every situation before making a decision... Thinking of this, Han Dong frowned and scanned his surroundings, a flicker of worry deep in his eyes.

Ye Zhong gently smoothed the stray hair on her face and used the back of his index finger to lightly brush her cheek.

Thus, she recalled 2B and ordered that 9S was not to follow, separating the two again for a time, which left 9S feeling depressed once more. It felt as though Lin Ai was just toying with them both, not realizing that Lin Ai had only come to find them after finishing with A2.

The anticipation she had felt about meeting the Grand Sect Master had vanished, but now, with this sudden turn of events, the receptionist was truly pleasantly surprised. Looking at Ling Hao again, a spark of excitement and shyness finally appeared in her eyes. However, Lu Jiufeng and the others did not notice her change in demeanor.

The moment the carriage appeared, the people cheered, waving the torches in their hands vigorously. For a time, the outskirts of the city seemed to rise like a fire dragon in the night, shaking its claws amidst the boisterous cheers, dancing and undulating with excitement.

Ye Zhong handed the dish containing the fish directly into Yan Nu’s hand, which was still held out in front.

The officer did not stop these actions, hiding the anger in his heart; what he needed to do now was to divide and dismantle these damned mercenaries.

Xu Wuyou muttered to himself, a thoughtful look on his face. By this time, he had completely shaken off the middle-aged man and his group, and had slowed his pace.

"How terrifying must a disaster tide be that surpasses the 'Large' scale?" Han Dong fell silent.

It was just unclear where Kong Xuan had run off to. At a time like this, the only ones capable of shielding Kong Xuan were the Sages. Kong Xuan certainly wouldn't go to the Human Sect, the Chan Sect, or the Western Buddhist Sect, so it could only be the Grandmaster of the Shangqing or the two Sages of the Demon Race.

Even though he tried his best to use the most sincere tone, to me, it still sounded like the clumsiest of lies.

The only regret was that the person who had once promised to cross the Naihe Bridge together could no longer fulfill that vow with her.

Outside, the moon gradually became stained with a hazy red, the moonlight spilling onto the leaves with a light that was both sacred and bewitching.