Volume 1, Chapter 62: Panic in the Qin Imperial Court

Xiao Chen had to die; nothing less would quench the hatred burning in their hearts. Yet if they were to fight Xiao Chen to the death while the American Federal Government stabbed them in the back, the entire Paradise Lost might well be obliterated.

Even though she subsequently relied on her innate flexibility and genius-level skill to forcefully execute four shots, it could be said that from the very beginning, the trajectory of the returning phoenix was already incomplete. Strictly speaking, the influence of the compass was not overly significant; after gliding along the ground for quite a while, there was finally a slight sign of upward levitation.

Naturally, the building also bore a distinct tribal style, featuring simple, rugged design aesthetics alongside cute and naive tribal skulls.

"Your Royal Highness." The two of them clearly knew the sister's identity, which was hardly surprising. The fact that we had a Princess of Subic here had already become another piece of casual table talk across the alliance.

That single blade-stroke from Xiao Chen had nearly severed their heritage; their hatred was higher than the mountains and deeper than the seas. They never let slip a single chance to disgust Xiao Chen, and if he were not already "dead," they would be dancing right atop the ramparts of Blaze New City.

"You..." Shen Lian'er flushed crimson with anger. After a moment of thought, she simply stopped hiding it. Before Shen Liancheng, what was there left for her to conceal?

Shen Ruxiu's true sincerity, it seemed, was reserved without the slightest reservation solely for Shen Lian'er. Shen Liancheng sighed inwardly, feeling that such a relationship was truly subtle.

Qi Tian was well aware of what this action meant—it meant the bronze ancient key would be refined by the Howling Moon Heavenly Wolf, causing the supreme space to vanish. Yet, even so, he still chose to do it.

Even as competitors now, Li Fanyuan had to admit that the item was an absolute treasure.

When offering his seat, Wukong was somewhat surprised that Chang'e Fairy had not followed them into the cave. Upon asking General Ba, he learned that by the time he led the group in, the fairy had already ridden a cloud away on her own.

This time, only two bronze figures appeared, but their cultivation had already reached the Great Completion of Qi Refining.

These stone pillars were also quite fascinating. No matter where they moved, both ends of the pillars remained tightly pressed against the ground and the ceiling, as if held firmly in place by magnets on either side.

At this time, the powerhouses of the aquatic realm chose not to wait for the younger generation to catch up; instead, they traveled slowly at the pace of the younger generation's elites, because they still needed to gather more aquatic warriors along the way.

The Third Generation puffed on his pipe. He trusted Takagi Naohito's character, but whenever a new technology emerged, one always had to ponder whether its pros outweighed its cons, or vice versa.

You might call it heart-rending, and indeed it was quite touching, but one could equally dismiss it as a gratuitous, affected, and pretentious lament over nothing.

Awakened by the commotion outside, she stood up, stretched her body, and leisurely tidied herself up before finally strolling over to the door and pulling it open.

Feng Yuetong had been here for nearly a month, and shameful to say, it was only now that she figured out her mother's name for the first time... Could it actually be Liao Wan?

Having lived to such an advanced age, Sixth Master Su had heard of many feng shui masters. Generally speaking, the practice of feng shui went somewhat against the natural order. To avoid heavenly retribution, feng shui masters usually preferred to avoid trouble rather than invite it, stopping just short of going too far with anything. Where on earth would you find someone as thoroughly responsible as Zuo Feibai?

Quite a few people realized that there might be more than one monster here. A creature capable of instantly snatching away a tier-three supernatural being must possess strength at tier four or above.

Zhang Wen then departed the city alongside the Holy Maiden's carriage. For the convenience of discussing matters, Zhang Wen and Han Aimei shared a single carriage. Tingzhou had been designated as the sacred site by the Manicheans, so naturally no one dared to block Han Aimei as she left the city. The entourage headed west, escorted by a troop of white-clad cavalry, because the military camp was located within the borders of Ganzhou Prefecture to the west.

To the east lay the White Orthodox Spiritual Realm, corresponding to a white alien star; to the west was the deep-blue spiritual realm, corresponding to a blue alien star. To the south was the emerald-green ghost realm, corresponding to a green alien star. To the north was the dazzling black demonic realm, corresponding to a black alien star.

"Leave it to me." Yao drew Amaterasu and hurled it toward the sky with all her might. The blade pierced straight into the clouds, and the entire sky was instantly overcast with dark clouds.

Earlier, Mr. Zhang had been unable to speak clearly, and even standing close to him made it difficult to catch his words. Now, however, He Xiangdong found himself able to understand quite clearly.

Old Guan Jiang's eyes suddenly bulged and turned bloodshot, and sharp fangs protruded from his mouth. Sensing danger, Qinghuan and Ning Hao simultaneously thrust their twin swords, striking at Old Guan Jiang's ribs from left to right.

However, in full view of the public, Wang Shixuan repeatedly provoked him. If he refused to take up the challenge, wouldn't it look like he was afraid of Wang Shixuan?

"Alright, Yao, don't let her cry anymore." Eska, standing to the side, pulled out a pocket handkerchief and wiped the tears from Yimu's face.

Snake head after snake head was accurately severed, dissolved, regenerated, and severed once again. It seemed like an endless cycle, yet Xixili's saturation attacks gradually surpassed the speed of the black regeneration, and Hibbert's black serpents were dissolving at a pace visible to the naked eye.

"Actually, I only grasped sword intent by a fortuitous coincidence and have never truly studied sword cultivation, so I don't know much about sword cultivators," Jiang Ning said with a sense of shame. He was on the verge of comprehending a sword soul, yet he could be said to know virtually nothing about sword cultivators.

In the chaotic mortal realm, within the domain of the First Mortal Realm's Xuanling Sect's Twelve Heaven-Shattering Peaks' Elder Peak Master, Master Xukong rose and spoke.

He gazed at the newcomer with a look of confusion and contemplation, running his eyes back and forth across the newcomer's chubby face for the fourth time before he suddenly came to his senses.

"Your Highness!" Seeing that Gu Qingyu continued to ignore her, Nangong Yue finally could not help but call out.

Thinking about it, it was actually quite normal. He had never truly run a shop by himself before; this was definitely his very first time, akin to a maiden's first carriage ride, so a few oversights were entirely understandable.