Volume One, Chapter 25: Imperial Authority Granted—Execute First, Report Later!

A thin flame flickered to life upon the Soul-Refining Lamp, sending wisps of black vapor snaking toward Fei Dongwang’s primordial spirit. His spirit let out a series of shrill, harrowing screams, each one rising higher than the last.

The joy of his rebirth was so overwhelming it nearly split his lips into a grin, followed by a burst of manic, unhinged laughter. The sound traveled vast distances, rippling endlessly through the air.

"Think about it. Back then, Legend Entertainment was raking in the cash, while YY Network Technology and Alipay were bleeding money. Looking at the overall balance sheet, Legend Entertainment didn’t have much in the way of net profit, so we were practically exempt from corporate income tax."

Shui Lanshao narrowed her eyes. This was a Taoist title; even one as formidable as Xia Lufei did not possess one, which spoke volumes about this person's standing in the heart of Master Yunya.

Previously, Bu Yin’s prophecy of "an omen of death" had already spread far and wide, and now that his "Wrath of the Eastern Emperor" had come to pass, he was revered by the Chu people as a prophet, a second coming of the shaman Wu Xian.

On one massive, cumbersome truck after another, the chassis rotated to change direction, angling their launch ports toward the sky.

I am a person who believes that future technology will save the world, so I have no intention of learning how to become a writer who compromises themselves to avoid "the pitfalls of wind, forest, fire, and mountain." A person with vision should not waste time on a skill that will be obsolete in two or three years.

He felled trees to build a house, cleared farmland, and took seeds of Earth’s crops out of the bubble space to sow into the soil.

Given her temperament, there were very, very few people she would describe as being "afraid of." She wasn't afraid of her father—that was called accommodation, concession, or even being controlled by financial lifelines, leaving her no choice but to obey… but this older sister? She was genuinely terrified of her.

After racking his brain for a long time, Zhang Yun could only strike his head, frustrated to discover that he couldn't recall anything useful at all.

Although agricultural affairs were pressing, one had to familiarize oneself with the various officials of the prefecture upon arriving at the Tongzhou government office.

Yeon-hee’s mother nodded, as if she understood something. Even though she knew it was exactly what it sounded like—and she was the one who had instructed Yeon-hee to do it—she nodded anyway, just to watch Kim Seung-jae squirm.

Realizing he could no longer retreat, M. Hartel switched from tracking defense to tight marking, disrupting Grillitsch’s progress with the ball.

It is only natural; male animals always love to display their strength and prowess in front of females during courtship.

Qiao Huan could feel the gaze许 Mingcheng fixed upon her growing scorching. Having been with him for so long, she knew exactly how to coax him, and better yet, she knew what this man couldn't resist when she deliberately teased him.

But this did not mean he would be manipulated by Team Rocket; Team Rocket must never become a source of funding for the Foundation.

This was beyond his tolerance. Taking this departure as an opportunity, he had to properly correct Flabébé’s mindset.

Her soft, cool, jade-like hand touched Bai Xu, bringing her a touch of coolness and brushing away the gloom in her heart.

Anyone who often fishes for big game knows that a true trophy fish does not bite with sudden ferocity; it often nudges the bait ten or even a dozen times before suddenly pulling it into the water.

At the very moment the Dream Realm collapsed, the Painting Master managed to break free from the encirclement of the Primordial Spirit Baby’s consciousness.

Charlotte and her son were still unconscious. Their captors hadn't used ropes to bind their hands and feet securely, but even if the two had quietly awakened, they could not have escaped the room without attracting notice; every door was specially crafted and currently locked tight.

The crimson fox fire scorched Hehuan’s body rapidly, the thick tree trunk crackling in the flames.

It was indeed a short man who had come this time. Had Liu Dapao been there to see him, he would have recognized him—wasn't this Old Zeng?

"Wait a moment, let me get your prizes." The shopkeeper carried away the plates of pasta Killua and the others had eaten.

Tang Ning sighed helplessly; Hermione was indeed the Hermione he knew. He could understand her actions, but that didn't mean he supported them.

Tang Ning had only heard the news from Hagrid on Monday. Before that, he had already been subjected to a round of scrutiny by Professor Sprout in Herbology class.

If Dorje Zhandui’s white ox had known in advance that the Martial God would mete out such divine punishment, he surely wouldn't have been foolish enough to deliver himself up to be tormented.

Urban economic development allowed wealthy individuals to drive the growth of many industries. Things like ornamental fish or potted plants might seem inconspicuous, but they represented a massive industrial chain.

Old Zeng couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. He thought to himself that he had finally met a patron today. In his years of drifting, Old Zeng had tasted all the bitterness and sweetness of life. If he could become the executive manager this time, wouldn't he be able to give full play to all his talents?

Unexpectedly, the Meijiang Middle School team pressed forward as a whole from the very first kick, pushing into the half of the Shui Steel Second Middle School.

The content of the letter was roughly that Hua Ying, son of the Tongzhou Cishi Hua Chang, had expressed Tongzhou's willingness to join the Shu command after a long string of sycophantic flattery toward Yang Yi.

At this moment, the foreign Main God, having nowhere left to run while being tracked by the Martial God, suddenly did something that shocked Ji Hao: he directly announced the existence of the Martial God to the entire world.

Ruan Taihua cast a look of surprise and suspicion at Liu Hongjun. After a moment, the surprise and suspicion turned into disappointment. He then turned his gaze to Liu Guoyuan; seeing him looking relaxed, as if nothing had happened, Ruan Taihua made up his mind and his expression returned to calm.

"Quite a crowd has gathered! It’s a pity I don’t have the time to play with you lot right now!" Standing atop the Tunyuan, Ji Hao glanced at the large group gathered outside the dragon vein periphery of the ancestral land of the Northern Di barbarians and curled his lip in disdain.

"Are you busy right now? I heard you have an operation today—why didn't you participate?" After Chu Yu exchanged a look with Old Yue, he asked with a feigned tone of astonishment.