Volume 1, Chapter 31: A Resolute Rescue! The Power of the Profound Iron Dagger!

Zhao Yue wounded the shark’s eye with a dagger, and fresh blood stained the surrounding seawater. The shark began to thrash, flinging Zhao Yue to the side—directly in her direction. Su Jinxia spotted the reef behind her; realizing too late that they could not avoid it, she reached out and grabbed him. Their hands locked together, but their momentum did not slacken. Su Jinxia was pulled along as they hurtled toward the jagged rocks. Zhao Yue reacted instantly, pushing her away. He saw the reef looming nearby and braced his feet against it, preventing his body from slamming into the stone. Su Jinxia had not expected such a swift reaction. As he pushed her away again, she watched him...

He was incredibly weak. Extremely frail. If he were subjected to such conditions for two more days—no, just one more day—he would either die, suffer a mental breakdown, or simply expire from exhaustion. In any case, it was unsustainable.

"Correct." The White Knight nodded. While his army employed Northern Berserkers, their numbers were too few to match the fifty or so Knights of Divine Grace.

"...!" Then, after I struck him unconscious with a hand chop, we left the scene, leaving Ginji Matsuzaki behind in his final moments.

A makeshift stage had been erected directly in front of the stadium, just below the VIP stand. The equipment was merely the school gymnasium’s sound system; one shouldn't expect high fidelity—as long as it could project one's voice clearly without failing, it was considered sufficient.

Though it seems loveless, love often lingers; the ruthless passage of time often allows lovers to yearn for one another, remain together, and grow old side by side.

Gradually, Ge Fei Yan and her group, along with the thousands of commoners, vanished from sight, leaving behind only a silent space and the movement of black light. The black light swept back and forth in an infinite loop, presumably searching for prey to swallow whole.

Yi Yang was dumbfounded. Even after years of toiling through mission worlds and experiencing so much, he had never encountered a situation like this.

When the grey creature ascended to the Prince’s side, the birds ceased their activity. These birds—eagles, swallows, egrets, and countless others—represented almost every avian creature from the surrounding mountains and forests; they had all appeared at this moment.

"The moment I think about you becoming a big star, releasing albums, and holding concerts where I’ll have plenty of chances to hear you sing, I feel like I should just tie you up!" Xue Min said, her expression still full of excitement.

Someone delivered her three meals a day, but she had no appetite, causing her to lose a significant amount of weight.

"It seems you’ve found a powerful backer. I hope this backer allows you to navigate the Xuanwu Sacred Hall with more ease than us three Ruan siblings..." Ruan Jin'er nodded, a hint of murderous intent surfacing in her tone.

The lights outside were becoming more numerous and dense; Hu Bin knew they had reached the skies above Haikou.

Zhang Xiyun was telling Jiang Feng that the pretext for taking down Wang Jian was not solid enough and had been too rushed. It would be better to raise the issue high but let it fall gently; it wouldn't be too late to strike once they had secured more concrete evidence.

"I can tell by that guilty expression on your face that you were the one who did it," Shang Tinglu said, casting a look of disdain at Jiang Feng. "You’ve been a high-ranking cadre for so long, yet your psychological fortitude is truly inferior to that of many criminals."

"Whether it’s nonsense or not depends on one's perspective." Wang Zijun kept his mouth shut in time, as the school welcoming party was just ahead.

The next second, Mikoto suddenly screamed, reaching out to grab Zhang Fan’s body, refusing to let go no matter what.

Zhou Tiance nodded slightly. This explanation was acceptable; humans are not gods, nor are they machines, and they inevitably make mistakes. If anyone was to blame, it was the cunning enemy.

Jiang Feng’s intent was simple: although they had dealt a blow to Dou Yansheng’s family, it was primarily to teach him a lesson and serve as a warning. He had no intention of ruining him, though if Wang Jian were to provoke them further, it might end up implicating Dou Yansheng.

The Censor Wang and Zhao, one in charge of the military and the other of administration, had little overlap in their official duties, yet they associated closely, often attending banquets and events together. They enjoyed a very good relationship.

Guo Rui shook her head with a bitter smile. "Thank you for your kindness, Director Jiang. Just tell your men to let him go."

Sun An’s one hand was gripped by the blood-soaked figure, and as he tried to reach out with the other, it was already too late. The blood-soaked figure had picked up the mobile phone, which seemed to sink into the creature’s viscous arm as if falling into thick liquid.

He knew there were likely no treasures here worth his imagination. Rather than wasting time, he would be better off watching a few more movies or TV shows. After all, Chen Jia hadn't seen many of these, and if he were transported to a place he knew nothing about, it would be "GG."

Chang Qianfo did not permit her to address him as "Qianfo" like his brothers did, but she knew that according to Central Plains custom, using one’s given name was much more intimate than calling him "Young Master Chang."

I am very sorry about yesterday; I accidentally duplicated the chapters and posted chapter thirty-four twice. Since the editors are off on the weekend, I can only fix it on Monday.

From the moment they entered the city, Wang Can and Lin Weiyuan became the focus of everyone’s attention.

Thus, he orchestrated a series of conspiracies. Those who opposed Li Gong were naturally dealt with by this Young Sect Master, serving to maintain his prestige within the Demon Sect.

This time, she had suffered a complete loss, failing to absorb even a shred of vital essence and being humiliated in every possible way by the opponent within the illusion.

Even if one were to provoke the monster first and firmly hold its aggro, as long as one stayed where the monster couldn't reach, simply staring at it—provided no effective attacks occurred within a certain time—the system would categorize the behavior as resting.

Xu Younan walked to the bed and sat down leisurely. He flicked his arm, the wide sleeves of his robe rolling up with the grace of flowing clouds. He held the silver spoon and stirred the medicinal decoction with deliberate slowness, his every movement truly elegant.

In the end, she was merely a child who had been born not long ago. Because of his own aura, he had awakened her from gestation, and Chen Jia felt he had to take responsibility for the situation.

The one wearing an expression of schadenfreude was none other than Xiong Kun; he didn't even bother to hide his delight at the misfortune of others.

This so-called "Martial Arts Building" was actually just the martial arts school’s classroom building; the school had chosen the name simply to sound more imposing.