Volume One, Chapter 24: Do You Think His People Can Be Humiliated at Will?

In fact, the Eastern Palace did have palanquins; ever since the Crown Prince developed a leg ailment, Li Shimin had granted him special permission to be carried through the palace grounds.

Li Yuanzhuang held a bouquet of roses and looked around. Not only were the patients who had registered at the clinic nowhere to be seen, but even the staff responsible for registration at the front desk were missing.

Subsequently, Ye Chen inspected the Black Wind Stronghold. Although the air was thick with the stench of blood, it still served as a decent mountain base, and a new idea suddenly sprouted in Ye Chen's mind.

Chi Yu’s deep, dark eyes narrowed slightly. He slowly unclenched his hands, which had been folded on the table, the warmth trapped in his palms turning into beads of sweat.

Han Xiao, Li Dongyang, and Ming Feng sat together, exchanging meaningful glances with mysterious smiles on their lips.

Right now, he was surely dying for him to take Zheng Lan to get their marriage certificate tomorrow, hold the engagement and wedding the day after, and then get started on having children.

Liu Dongshan was Qu Shaoyang’s master. A master is like a father; since Qu Shaoyang’s parents were not present, Liu Dongshan was naturally entitled to occupy the seat of honor.

Hearing someone approach, Shen Huaizhou opened his hollow, lifeless eyes, tilted his neck stiffly, and cast a sidelong glance at them.

Since she could leverage her brother's reputation to pressure the airline, he could just as easily report the matter to his superiors in the name of a subordinate.

In an instant, hundreds, even thousands, of team leaders at the Zhai City Aerospace Center and the Moon Palace branch received Zhang Zhai’s notification.

After three days and three nights, the final stage of forging the vessel embryo arrived. Zhou Jiuhui’s chest heaved violently. In his mind, he kept replaying the sight of that ring dissolving into nothingness, and beads of cold sweat broke out across his forehead.

Thus, a strange scene unfolded across the entire Primordial World: in the central region, the three tribes were locked in a desperate, relentless battle, killing each other until the sky grew dark and the sun and moon lost their light.

It turned out that for Zhou Jiuhui to utilize the power of his domain, he could not be interfered with by other domains. With hundreds of people’s domains intermingling on the sea battlefield, his abilities were naturally restricted and affected.

The flight crew panicked, and the passengers were far from calm. The turbulence seemed excessive—it was the kind of shaking where you’d drench yourself just trying to take a sip of water. Was this intensity not a bit too much?

After planning out this stretch of water, Su Mu moved east. Together with Luo Guyan, they created over a thousand islands in a vast area of water tens of thousands of miles south of the Yunmeng Marsh, among which a few were quite sizeable.

Suddenly, a roar erupted from deep within Iulona’s throat. Those "Soul-Absorbers" seemed to be stimulated, lunging wildly toward "Taichu" like crazed beasts.

Rong Jia flew over a landscape where nothing but mountains could be seen. He slowed his speed, following the Black Dragon’s instructions as he circled left and right, confirming the final, precise coordinates.

After hunting a few Heavenly Beasts, Zhou Jiuhui’s mastery over the overlay of "Void Fluctuations" and Nether Energy had clearly improved significantly.

Suddenly, a powerful aura surged within Yunji Island City. This energy was exceptionally potent, and every living creature within the vast hundred-thousand-mile marsh could sense it.

Wolf slowly approached Luo Luo’s motionless body. Although he hadn't killed Luo Luo instantly just now, it appeared the latter had lost all ability to fight. All Wolf had to do was deliver a finishing blow to send him to the afterlife.

The bartender’s attitude toward him was different from his treatment of Qin Junlin. He merely offered a polite smile, placed a bottle of beer in front of him, and turned to serve other customers. The disparity in their closeness was evident.

Fante was a man who had seen his share of storms, and he calmed down after a moment. Deep in thought, he said to the owner, "Do not let anyone clean anything here. And clear out all the guests immediately—right now, do you hear me!" Fante roared at the owner, his face etched with cold fury.

After setting up the Feng Shui according to the methods taught by Master Liu, Chen Xu asked if he could learn the arts of magic himself.

As he spoke, Zhao Huan turned his head to look at Geng Nanzhong, who had dissolved into a tearful mess—he had been on the verge of becoming the Grand Chancellor and a high official, so how could the Great Song have fallen?

She was truly playing out that scene from before with him again, but what was she supposed to do now? No matter what she said or did, his thoughts and words remained trapped in that previous conversation, and even his expressions and gestures were nearly identical.

The officer finished speaking and turned to look at his colleague, after which the two stared at each other, their faces filled with confusion.

However, the C-level attacks were not only beneath the notice of the Crusaders, but their speed was also barely better than a crawl. The Crusaders, clad in white armor, could fly freely in the air; a simple twist of the body was enough to evade the full-force attacks from Shen Bi and the others.

Qi Weiran clenched her fists, tears of grievance welling in her eyes. By the time she reached the door to Ling Feng’s office, she was nearly on the verge of screaming.

"I’m not watching anymore; there’s still business to attend to at the company." Qin Junlin still had to figure out how to deal with the representatives from those two countries.

The heroes agreed in loud voices, but just then, Xu Yun suddenly frowned, his gaze shifting to his inventory because one of the scrolls there had suddenly burst into flames.

When Fang Sheng first came to the Tongwen Hall, he had been brought there personally. At the time, his cultivation was only around the seventh grade of the Soul Master level. Now, his cultivation had undergone a drastic transformation, having increased by a massive margin.

The sound of air being torn apart only rang out then; the gale whipped up by the high-speed swing of the spear swept across the sky, a testament to the immense power of that strike.

Before long, the group arrived before the palace moat. In front of them stood a magnificent, imposing building called the Xuande Tower, with the expansive Xuande Gate beneath it. Hundreds of paces to the left and right, the Left Ye Gate and Right Ye Gate could also be seen.

When Lin Chong looked at the man, he saw someone tall—only about five or six centimeters shorter than himself—wearing his hair long and held by an iron headband. He wore a black robe, and around his neck hung a string of prayer beads made from one hundred and eight human skulls.