Volume 1, Chapter 25: At the End of One's Tether

"I don't know! There's no time for that now!" Liu Ruoxi stomped hard on a specific floor tile. With a muffled "click," the stone wall beside them slid open silently, revealing a pitch-black passage. "Quick!"

The two dove in, one after the other, and the stone wall closed quietly behind them.

The passage was deathly silent, save for their rapid breathing. Liu Ruoxi flipped her palm, summoning a ball of ghostly blue spirit fire. The faint glow barely illuminated a few paces ahead, the space so narrow that only one person could pass at a time.

[Warning: Spatial lockdown detected.]
[Host escape probability: 37.8%]
[Recommendation: Activate emergency function immediately.]
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"I was so furious with those two idiots; they were just 'poking' at each other earlier," Shufen pouted. In that moment, I saw the shadow of Zhang Fei in her.

At this moment, Zhou Meizhen felt that she was not hallucinating, but had truly seen "that person."

Li Xiao was smiling, smiling very happily, very radiantly. She was dancing, and countless green specks of light flew from her body. Flowers were blooming—blooming everywhere, covering the mountains and plains in blossoms.

"Tch, no matter how many times you say it, it's useless. You're just using someone else's blade to kill," Zhuo Tingting retorted dismissively, her tone full of contempt.

With an angry shout, an invisible shockwave blasted toward the opposite hillside. Caught off guard, the young man was struck square in the chest by the force unleashed by Xingtian Shisan. He was blown hundreds of yards away like a straw doll, smashing headfirst into the city gate. The sharp metal protrusions on the gate pierced his skull, scattering his brains; he clearly wouldn't survive.

Under Zhu Zhen's guidance, Wang Yuxing arrived at the Fu Prince's Palace. Zhu Yousong was not yet the Prince of Fu, but Wang Yuxing was the Ceremonial Eunuch and the top favorite in the eyes of the Chongzhen Emperor. Not daring to be arrogant, Zhu Yousong welcomed Wang Yuxing into the palace, seated him in the place of honor, exchanged some pleasantries, and then ordered the meal to be served.

I shifted my gaze from my brother's face to the outside. The sunlight was harsh, and before my eyes were patches of bright red spots.

Wang Shaoyu was shocked and wanted to lead his men to break through the encirclement, but Wang Yunchang ordered that anyone who resisted be killed on the spot. Within a quarter of an hour, Wang Shaoyu's gang had been captured, and Wang Shaoyu himself was cut down by Zhu Zhen. Wang Yunchang quickly led his army to ambush the city gate, and Zhu Zhen ordered his men to open it.

The Witch King muttered to himself, "No wonder that when I mobilized the army this time, I summoned fifty percent of the Fire God Temple's Witch Gods, yet Chihuo was nowhere to be seen. I wonder why they were executed?" The Witch King countered by asking the Heavenly Emperor.

Yang Yan laughed heartily and urged Liu Zhengxing to drink, showing no suspicion toward him at all. However, Liu Zhengxing feared he might slip up after drinking, so he didn't dare consume much. The two exchanged a few more idle words, and Liu Zhengxing answered each one; having prepared in advance, his responses were basically airtight.

I broke my promise for this meeting. After the second day of the New Year, I had to return to Beijing. Xu Yi's shops couldn't go without management; I only needed to wander by every day, but it wouldn't do to never show my face. I brought my mother along, planning to take some time to show her around Beijing for a few days.

I had never thought about dodging or anything like that; I simply followed the stimulation of the micro-currents, not stopping my body from controlling itself.

Fearing I would be kicked out, I rushed into the room before Chen Shi could answer. The bed was empty, the bathroom was splashing, and when I looked at Chen Shi, he was shirtless.

"Want to know? It's simple: because I am not the reincarnation of Sun Wukong at all," Wu Yang said with a wicked grin. Since the fish had already taken the bait, there was no need to hide it anymore.

"Well, haha," Zhao Hailong laughed dryly. Of course she knew what was going on, but she was too embarrassed to explain it to Zixia.

With the Censor-in-Chief personally entering the fray, aided by two Deputy Censors-in-Chief to gather evidence and impeach, and given that Zhang Shuo himself was far from clean, Zhang Shuo lost this battle miserably.

I gave a dry, unnatural laugh, not daring to say that I had been zoning out because I was listening to Chen Shi's guitar. I had only seen him play electric guitar before—that feeling was particularly intense—but hearing him with an acoustic guitar, I realized his music could also be very gentle.

Upon hearing this news, Xiao Jiangyuan was uncharacteristically stunned for a long time, only snapping out of it when Yang Siju slapped her shoulder hard.

Just then, the stewardess's gentle voice sounded in the plane, followed by the sensation of the aircraft suddenly beginning to bump, as if it were avoiding a patch of strong convective storm clouds.

A mid-level mage's fire could melt iron and refine steel, reaching at least 1,600 degrees. Knights wearing ordinary armor could not withstand the attacks of a mid-level mage at all. This was what Wus understood after various experiments.

After hearing this, Qing Ziye didn't say another word and flew off on his sword. All disciples of the eight Kunlun sects knew the basics of immortal healing, but if the wound was beyond the healing capabilities of a disciple of Bai Weiyang's level, only Xun Yi could handle it.

He felt that today was a double blessing: he had married the beauty Su Qian, and he had made a name for himself throughout the city. Who would dare defy him from now on?

Qu Qingyou gave a hearty laugh, comforting everyone not to lose heart, insisting that with so many weapons in the Jade Sect, they would surely find one that belonged to them.

Nangong Yu had been there for a while. He nodded at the official and looked toward the monk, but the monk’s shadow was nowhere to be seen.

A few punks saw Li Ang come out, looked at me, then at Fu Mingzhan and the others, and muttered, "Boring," before turning away. Fu Mingzhan's expression looked a bit ugly; he had heard that comment too, and I suspect he hadn't expected my people to be so laid back.

By the time Liu Feng flew from the Blood Pool to the middle lane, Chuxia's Zhou Yu had just reached level six. A sly smile crossed his lips as Liu Feng watched the enemy Zhou Yu rushing toward him. He decisively used a Red Staff, followed by a missile and the Light of Judgment, instantly taking the head of Chuxia's Zhou Yu.

The weather was gloomy, with the sky full of thick, low, grey, muddy clouds, and the mountain wind made one shiver. What kind of hellish place was this?

"Young Master, this old monk is just a man of the cloth. I have built a temple to worship Buddha on that inconspicuous hill up ahead," the monk said, pointing into the distance.

Especially Love's two defensive plays; they didn't have the slightest effect, instead giving Sun Dahei two more free throws, which only made James see Sun Dahei's strength even more clearly! James actually knew Love had tried his best, but the fire of rage in his heart had nowhere to vent... Love just had to be the victim.

"Go ask your general if he wants a wife!" Jiang Li grinned, his figure flashed, and he leaped toward the General's Mansion, carrying Margaret.

Chen Lü, of course, would not tell her that it was he who released the Abomination from the island prison and lured him over, causing the subsequent Hulk rampage and destruction. Nor would he let her know that it was the man before her who had controlled the Hydra long-range defense artillery to launch a devastating carpet bombing on the city of Sokovia.