Volume One, Chapter 53: Does It Hurt?

At this moment, Ye Wushuang had already vanished, leaving the old dean stunned beyond belief. He had never imagined that Ye Wushuang could reach the realm of the King of Men.

In Han Shan’s hand, the battle knife “Slaughter” was not just any weapon; it was a spiritual artifact of high grade, worth tens of thousands of spirit crystals.

“Sigh! It was my momentary oversight that led me to wrongfully accuse Prince Jin. Such mistakes must never happen again. Anyone who dares to utter a single word against Prince Jin in my presence shall surely be punished,” the emperor declared, striving to salvage some measure of dignity.

Behind the awakened army stood the armies of various nations and some cultivators from the Xuan Dao realm. The number of cultivators in the Xuan Dao realm was considerable, and at this moment, they were all summoned.

“Damn! This teleportation array is way too disorienting!” Bloodcry Heavenly Fate was the first to complain upon emerging from the teleportation array.

Ye Wushuang’s body floated upward, but Di Qing merely cast a cold glance at him, showing no trace of emotion.

Only then did the empress truly smile, helping the emperor to his feet. Puyang Haokun stepped forward as well, supporting the emperor. The emperor’s gaze swept over Puyang Haokun, laden with deep meaning, leaving Puyang Haokun momentarily stunned.

Mu Qingcheng heard Cai Wei’s complaints and found it both amusing and exasperating—this girl truly was very clingy. Yet, there was no way she could reveal these matters to her.

“Fool! With your current skills, without the aid of the Divine Fate Soil, your chance of survival isn’t even one in ten thousand!” Ji Yang was furious. Watching Qi Feng undergoing transformation below, irritation welled up in his heart, and he couldn’t help but sneer mockingly.

“Master, a report from the front: the Central Plains soldiers have halted their advance; it seems chaos has erupted!” Qian Liu rushed from the forward post to report to Wang Siying.

“Do you know how surprised I was when I saw this photo?” Chen Pi asked me.

“Haha, just joking—please don’t take it seriously.” Xu Shuo and several disciples of the Zhengyi Sect approached with laughter from ahead. I hadn’t noticed when these guys had sneaked past us, probably circling halfway up the mountain and then descending into the valley. These fellows really were quite mischievous.

Fan Shuiqing waved his hand dismissively. Wang Tian had handled Lin Gaoyuan’s matter flawlessly; what kind of nonsense was this? If it were him, there was a high chance he would have made the other party see stars right then and there.

Bai Xiaoxiao had quietly resolved to make one last effort for this relationship.

Wang Tian knew he wasn’t an expert in this area. Professional matters must be handled by professionals—a truth he had long understood.

In every aspect—be it cunning, mental acuity, strength, influence, or even physique—they were far superior to the dancer born in ’96 by several magnitudes.

Around the hall where Wang Yu and his group stood, disciples of the Star Demon Hall were in a frenzy. Though they did not know what had transpired inside, the elder’s roar and agonized screams were unmistakably clear.

Wu Xue, seeing the time, began an introduction and warmed up the audience. The livestream room instantly exploded with activity.

They even seemed to lose their own gravity, floating amid terrifying tremors, suspended motionless around the two.

He had never been clearer than at this moment—he wanted to see her; he loved her! He could no longer don that cold armor before her. Those damned pretenses only suffocated him.

The giant snake’s mouth suddenly gaped wide, swallowing the entire pig in one gulp. Its powerful sphincter muscles wrapped the whole pig tightly, exerting such force that even the pig’s bones were crushed.

“Mm…” Sleeping Li Ge murmured in a dream, clutching my leg tighter. From my perspective, I could only see the dark nape of his head.

The dining room featured a red tempered glass table, laden with dishes and several bottles of beer. At the center sat a stainless steel hotpot, steaming and bubbling.

Uh! I instinctively touched my bruised head, tilting it to look at the culprit who had struck me. Mia playfully looked at me, her eyes saying, "What are you thinking about?" I then realized the carousel had stopped turning, and I was the only one sitting there, quietly lost in thought.

The villa was grand and imposing. A red carpet stretched from the plaza straight into the hall. Red lanterns hung high, and red silk decorations were everywhere—vivid and eye-catching, filling the scene with joyous festivity, making me envious.

There was effectively no path ahead, just tropical plants. Thanks to Zhang Niu’s knowledge from watching wildlife documentaries, I recognized the giant green banana leaves, magnified many times over.

It was during the late stage that complete independent research was undertaken. Could the later generations produce a Soviet Union equivalent? Who knew if the Russians might suddenly undergo a qualitative leap during this war to establish a great empire?

Qiu Yuan was momentarily stunned but still accepted the agreement. A quick glance left him dumbfounded, his face filled with disbelief.

Su Yao had observed all these plans but had not acted on them, intending only to train my willpower. After enduring torment and repeated failed escapes, this helped me immensely.

Though he had conversed multiple times with the God-Slaying Child, he had never asked about the previous owner of the God-Slaying Blade.

Ye Chen gently blew, and the chill in the office was swept out through the window.

Although Long Hun found some evidence proving Ye Chen was not the murderer, they ultimately failed to find the culprit—thus, it was not decisive evidence.

Beibei was stunned for a while, then gave Dai Huadong a thumbs-up, her eyes conveying two words—“You’re awesome.”