Volume 1, Chapter 59: Princess Ningyue

"Uh, is that Blade?" A hesitant look appeared on Sun Yan's face. Hearing the hoarse voice coming from the communicator, he found it somewhat familiar, but the change was a bit too drastic, and for a moment he really didn't recognize it.

A look of emotional reflection appeared on Sun Yan's face. He finally understood why Luo Yunzi and these other seniors, most of whom had lived for hundreds of years and the youngest at least over a hundred, progressed so slowly in their strength after reaching this tier.

Therefore, as the young man drew nearer and nearer, an inexplicable sense of fear welled up deep in the eyes of Dong Ren's two attendants. When the young man finally walked right up to them, the two of them instinctively stepped back and cleared a path for him.

Murong Yan'er's first time presiding over a gang meeting unexpectedly got off to a flying start and gained a favorable, proactive condition amidst her wise, calm, and detached handling as well as Chen Ling's unreasonable and rascal-like behavior. This was definitely beyond Murong Yan'er's expectations.

Lu Tianyu was left speechless. Hua Liansuo's clone-like sword technique was far too terrifying and indeed not a move that could be casually executed.

Fallacy! If she was willing, marrying a breeding boar—wouldn't that also be a happiness envied by others? Oh well, what use is there in arguing with her now?

Perhaps ordinary people couldn't tell their identities apart, but belonging to the four great clans themselves, which one of them wasn't completely in the know?

All around was a vast expanse of whiteness, making it completely impossible to see the situation ahead. However, Xiao Yunfei knew very well in his heart that this was inside a private room, and right ahead was a wall. If he walked forward, he would likely crash right into it.

"It's wonderful if this demon is of use to you. We'll head back first; there are still some formalities to process for this conscription," the Archmage said respectfully.

"The Guardian's strength completely crushes those previous biochemical ghosts. It really is terrifying!" Feeling his palm go slightly numb from the shock impact, Long San couldn't help drawing a sharp breath, his eyes scanning the surroundings vigilantly, terrified that the opponent might attack again.

Mu Yan smiled, having no intention of continuing this conversation. He had come looking for Miles early this morning for serious business.

After reading her reply, Jiang Chonglang suddenly remembered that the process of her injury was very similar to that of Lian Xijiao's. Could this "Where to Find the Enchanting Glance" actually be Lian Xijiao?

Besides this, there was still not a single clue regarding the specifically sought-after Sun Essence Fire, and he was even more reluctant to leave just like that.

The bearded old man's heart trembled instantly. He had the distinct feeling of being completely seen through by this youth—a feeling he usually only experienced when facing old monsters of the Martial Saint realm. He couldn't help feeling secretly terrified and retreated a few steps with a pale face.

Song Ticheng had not yet established a crown prince that year, and the candidate for the crown prince had not yet been decided. His precious sons all shared his personality—not good with words, presenting an outward appearance of playing the fool while actually being clever. Yet none of them possessed his talent.

It was one thing to be unable to defeat Fang Hui, but last time outside the cave in a spar with Wang Jun, Xuan Tianshitian had actually been defeated as well. This was something he had always found unacceptable.

"Wait, look! There seems to be something in his underwear, like it's about to fall out." Just as the corpse was about to be carried away, Han Yu suddenly discovered something strange.

The broken sword was now five feet and five inches long. The moment it was taken out, the Xuanwu Night-Startling Spear sensed it and wanted to fly out of the room.

For some unknown reason, the barrier required for the inner courtyard assessment, which was supposed to disappear after three months, had ended up vanishing ahead of time.

Seeming to think he was naturally cut out for cleaning up traces, Cora had applied to hand over the team's trace-clearing tasks entirely to him, a decision unanimously supported by everyone in the hunting party.

Establishing such a semi-e-commerce company could both solve employment issues for many people and earn a lot of money for myself.

If it were people from this mysterious organization dealing with the identity of Fallen Satan in the future, the powerhouses dispatched would probably be even stronger, and Su Shijie wouldn't be surprised at all if a True God personally took the field.

"Xiner? How is it? Did you see Young Master Shen?" The Empress, anxiously waiting beside the round table, asked upon seeing Xiner enter the room.

Jinx held a gun in her right hand, pulled out a flashbang with her left, pressed the switch, and tossed it directly into the opening.

As Gongshu Chou introduced the mechanical creations one by one, Marquis Zhuoqing and the others felt their hearts sink uncontrollably.

"Hiccup, hiccup, hiccup—" The cold, deathly shadow rang out by the Great Zhiyi's ear once again. The Great Zhiyi turned his neck stiffly and caught sight of the shattered corpses of those ancestors and the towering, living spirits casting their massive forms downward, their huge eyes wide open, glaring down at him from above.

Officer Lin had never seen a private settlement make such a request, but she repeatedly compared the on-site conditions, and indeed there was no evidence whatsoever to show that Bai You was coerced.

Uzumaki Saika stared wide-eyed at the Divine Tree cultivated by Hyuga Future, then informed him of the Nine-Tails' panic-stricken appearance.

In the desert, a cavalry troop was riding across the sands. They were clad entirely in leather armor, and their warhorses were equipped not only with sabers and lances, but also muskets hanging from the saddles. Among desert bandit gangs, this was practically a ceiling-level configuration.

Shen Yuyun came to the mouth of the blood cave all by himself. Gazing inside, the crimson light made him feel somewhat unsettled deep within, resembling a gigantic monster with its mouth wide open, devouring its prey.

I stared at the blooming peony not far away, and Gu Youyou's words echoed in my ear: The Crown Prince's intelligence is rare both in ancient and modern times.

Qi Ange, lying outside the tent, had already heard the conversation between Xiao Heng and Gu Shuzhao inside the tent clearly enough.

Even if this is just a hypothesis, the reality is just as my brother said: we are far apart, separated by the sea. The war in Seleucia will not spread to our territory. Leading an army on a long expedition is a major military taboo, not to mention that hostile neighbors are already close at hand.