Chapter 51: The Scoundrel Thought of Another Woman While Caressing Her

It was Shang Linchuan, leaning against the door and pounding on it.
He had somehow broken free from Wei Zhenming, steadying himself against the door frame as he struck it with a force that made it sound as though he intended to tear it right off its hinges.
"Lu Xiaoman, open the door! Let me in!" His voice was thick with heavy alcohol fumes and an indescribable grievance.

Flowing magma released wisps of golden-red brilliance amidst the dark red, and the terrifying heat seemed to radiate directly through the computer screen, breaking the researcher out in a cold sweat all over his body.

To an ordinary person, this status was something hard to come by even in eight lifetimes. But to Xue Ning's father, it meant nothing at all. With the title Liu Junwei held, no matter how remarkable his achievements might be, people would always attribute his success to his family connections rather than his own intrinsic abilities, which would thus be overshadowed.

Had he known psychology possessed such an effect, Ye Zemin probably would have chosen it as well. However, his current skill combination was already finalized; blindly adding psychology now would only produce a counterproductive effect, since it was inherently impossible to tend to every single aspect.

"Giddyup... giddyup..." On the wide road, four steeds capable of traveling a thousand miles a day galloped past at extreme speed, kicking up a fierce cloud of dust. The dust suspended in the air was like a thick fog, taking a long time to slowly settle back to the ground, by which time the four fine horses were already completely out of sight.

Tang Xin was completely at his wits' end, so he began to chat idly with her, rambling on about anything and everything under the sun, reeling off one joke and story after another. Listening on and on, Qiao Yi grew drowsy and finally fell fast asleep in Tang Xin's arms, breathing softly.

Ever since arriving in the imperial capital, however, he had taken a brief rest before sneaking into the Wang family estate, yet for so long a time, he had not made a single move.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Just as he stepped into the grand hall, he witnessed a violent explosion taking place within it. Two martial artists at the Qi Emperor tier were flying back and forth through the air, continuously unleashing battle qi blades at each other.

Oboi ordered his men to arrange rooms for the two brothers, then returned to his quarters to practice the Golden Bell Shield. The firearms needed research, but the Golden Bell Shield could not be neglected either; once this life-saving technique was mastered, he could avoid ending up dying before achieving his ambitions.

Therefore, Chen Ke joined the comrades in line to receive their meals, and the soldiers showed not the slightest bit of surprise. Many of the soldiers were visiting Hongze Lake for the first time, and as they gazed upon this unfamiliar wilderness and the boundless surface of the lake, they chattered excitedly amongst themselves.

"My lord, a few people are riding towards us at a gallop ahead. Should we yield the way, or..." Qian Ning rode back from the front to the side of the carriage.

Zong Xin really wanted to curse Chai Rong out loud; that had broken him out in a cold sweat. Just a moment ago, he thought his cover had been blown and that Chai Rong had already discovered his illicit liaison with Li Shouzhen. As it turned out, Chai Rong meant nothing of the sort, and was instead flattering him.

For Zong Xin, however, it didn't matter what weapon he used, as long as it could inflict damage on Wu Yan Hongyu.

Xie Dang was feeling irritated enough to want to beat someone up. Although he couldn't beat Shi Jin, the primal urge to thrash him was simply impossible to suppress.

A burst of laughter drifted over, followed by a few burly men walking in from outside the door. After cupping their fists in salute to Ning Jiuniang, they each found a seat and sat down.

Rings of translucent sonic waves continuously surged upward, striking the diving fleshy blossom, and the two entered a state of stalemate. Although the fleshy blossom was being unceasingly sliced apart by the sonic waves, Han Xueer, who initiated the attack, felt as though she were pinned beneath a heavy vehicle, completely unable to budge an inch.

"The Heavenly Sword Art—do you really think it works against me?" Chi Yan sneered, fully aware of every single tactic Lin Chen had used in the past.

"No more harm? As long as you are willing to let him go, I can sever one of my own arms," Xiao Xinghan said coldly.

The Fire tribe members left behind in the city of the Tooth tribe had already completed the blood sacrifice ritual before the totem was invoked. Even Hui, the elderly priest who obviously could not become a totem warrior, had taken part in it.