Volume 1, Chapter 65: Feigning Illness On Purpose

This minotaur radiated an overwhelming and towering aura. Originally nothing more than a beast of burden, he would have perished long ago had he obtained that drop of demonic blood. Having lived for such an immense stretch of time, he had seen enough. Today, for the sake of the dream held deep within his heart, he would not hesitate to die.

They caught sight of the gigantic beast known as Qiongqi. Within the entire expanse of the interconnected forest region, there existed only this single colossal Qiongqi. Yet, at this very moment, this immense beast was leading a massive horde of fierce demonic creatures in an assault upon Iron Guard City.

The Queen Mother listened quietly, her expression as dark and still as a frozen lake. A genuine flicker of vexation stirred within her, for rooted deep inside her soul was an unwavering duty to protect the Three Realms.

"Tony, I have a task for you now. Do your best to find out just how many secrets this Qin Fen is hiding from me—he actually didn't even tell me." She let out a soft huff and made a playful grimace at Qin Fen.

Throughout this process, Chen Ke, Emma, and Qin Xiangyun remained silent. They had never imagined that Wang Erhei intended to establish an alliance of such massive proportions. Yet, despite the magnitude of this endeavor, Wang Erhei had never once mentioned it to them. Even Ru Yue and An Jingxi were only vaguely aware that he harbored such an intention.

"Heh, since you've recognized me, hand over all the divine blood stones you've excavated, and then get lost with your men," the leading youth declared with a high-spirited and arrogant demeanor.

If Ouyang Jian had merely intended to use this crystal palace to trap those who came seeking it, then he had already succeeded, for Zheng Chen now possessed no conceivable means of breaking out.

Li He lowered the muzzle of his rifle, handed the Steyr back to the stunned Ye An, and resumed his seat to continue gnawing on a large, hearty meat bun.

Having suffered a devastating blow earlier today, the Jin soldiers had retreated to their main camp to lick their wounds, prompting scouts and guards throughout Bianjing to expand their patrol radiuses by several miles.

Upon finishing her praises, Qiao Mimi saw the satisfied look on Lu Liting's face and thought with quiet astonishment that she had never realized he was so easily coaxed before. Why did it feel as though Lu Liting's entire personality had undergone a drastic transformation ever since she became pregnant? Could he perhaps be an imposter?

Shi Zhuxi followed leisurely behind her, a gentle, amused curve touching the corners of his lips as he watched her petulant expression.

"You should let him go now, shouldn't you?" Su Wanyue's voice was exceedingly soft as it reached Lu Chenyuan's ears.

The head referee blew his whistle repeatedly to separate the entangled players, issued yet another stern warning, and then stepped back out of the penalty area before blowing his whistle once more to signal Jota to begin.

She possessed striking, extraordinary looks—the kind that immediately captivated anyone who laid eyes upon her, not to mention that her family background was equally impressive.

Therefore, the covert conspiracy between the cousins—originally a secret known only to heaven, earth, the two of them—had already leaked out even while the participants were still in the midst of finalizing their plan.

Lowering his head, he pressed his masked lips to a spot less than a centimeter from her ear, his voice dropping low, husky, and sending a shiver of warmth down her spine.

With a final word of caution, Song Qingge retreated a few steps until she was concealed around a nearby corner.

Having finally resolved the matters in Mumbai, Great Elder Su Qian at last turned his attention toward Xiao Qing.

The door was pushed open to reveal a child of seven or eight standing on the threshold. He gazed into the grand hall with a look of undisguised terror, while Ziyan was already standing respectfully by Lou Ke's side.

"Come, let's go change our clothes, and I'll take you inside for a look around." Merely gazing at it from the street was not enough to satisfy Song Qingge; she intended to don a disguise and continue her tour of the interior.

The white ape's sudden, devastating staff strike shattered the honest man's physical form. After pulverizing his body, the bamboo staff spun in continuous circles, dragging forth the man's true essence—a mass of crackling electromagnetic force that wrapped itself tightly around the shaft of the staff.

This had always been his persistent flaw: having absorbed an excessive amount of vital blood and the souls of ferocious beasts, his primordial spirit appeared exceptionally cluttered and chaotic. When faced with realm-based martial techniques, he would inevitably suffer severe interference, far worse than an ordinary person would experience.

"Understood. Your mission was accomplished quite brilliantly; a celebration and commendation await you upon your return. I have already dispatched an aircraft, and you are to report back to the military headquarters by tomorrow evening." Though celebration was a joyous occasion, the general still spoke with the absolute authority of a command.

At that very same instant, there existed a vulnerable point utilizing the technique of intertwined national fortunes to cross the threshold into the Demi-God and Semi-Devils world, a method the Sovereign Lord of Great Freedom was confident would plunge the White Emperor into inescapable peril with a single stroke.

"Since ancient times, long, long ago, China has possessed the legend of the dragon. For the Chinese people are the descendants of the dragon, the progeny of Yan and Huang, with brilliant talents emerging in every generation. And now, the nation of the dragon shall look down upon the entire world from this day forth." With these words, the First Chief formally introduced the core subject.

These individuals were none other than He'er's family, Yu Man, Principal Zhao, and Uncle Ke, who had consistently followed and guarded Yu Man.

Hearing Imperial Noble Consort Jia's words, Emperor Lizong Zhao Yun, standing close by, was startled. He hurriedly clutched his hand over her mouth, terrified that she might utter another syllable.

Such was reality. With Lang Hongxiang's mysterious identity and formidable strength, these people naturally leaped at any chance to approach him and curry favor.

Seeing him smile rather than grieve, Xiao Yaoxian could not help growing angry. "Uncle Long, how can you still manage to smile at a time like this? Han Xiao's fate hangs in the balance, and yet you have the leisure to laugh." Though she felt a sense of regret for the imperial guards melted away by the golden water, the only person she truly cared about in her heart was Han Xiao.

Though Li Yong felt a slight pang of anxiety regarding his lord's safety, a recollection of his lord's peerless martial prowess reassured him. He obediently acknowledged the order and returned to his own garrison.

The audience was entirely captivated by Tushan Honghong's aura, which seamlessly blended detached serenity with absolute majesty. Furthermore, faced with such a refreshingly novel narrative angle, they collectively expressed that their metaphorical knees had been pierced by an arrow.

Though his words were phrased with tact, Lin Lan understood his underlying meaning and refrained from urging him to stay any longer.

Unable to bear another moment of it, she ignored Qianqian's astonished queries behind her and rose to walk straight out of the conference hall.

"I will ensure she can do nothing other than speak—not even self-harm," Su Tang explained.

A sheen of cold sweat already coated Nian Zheng's brow. He had reported the day's events word for word to both the dean and vice-dean. Though he privately deemed their handling of the matter improper, it was ultimately beyond his ability to intervene.

Naruto and Sasuke stood nearby, gazing at Su Nan in blank astonishment, their jaws practically dropping. Damn it! This guy... was he lacking in basic manners? He couldn't even let someone finish their sentence?

For a time, the Slaughter Angel could only execute continuous evasive maneuvers in the sky, temporarily unable to draw close to the Starry Wings.

I got to my feet, wiped away my tears, and—careless of the strange, curious glances cast by passing pedestrians—directly hailed a taxi to Shangshang. The trip from the hospital to Shangshang took barely twenty minutes; ten minutes, in fact, sufficed. Fortunately, Ye Hansheng still possessed a shred of conscience, I silently muttered to myself in bitter sarcasm.

Today, after emerging from her soak in the medicinal pools and changing into fresh clothes, Ye Jiuling stepped out of her room only to suddenly discover an elderly man sitting with his back to her in the first-floor lobby. That silhouette alone caused Ye Jiuling to freeze in her tracks, her entire body stiffening.