Volume 1, Chapter 66: A sudden tightening in the chest, sensing that something was terribly wrong

Tan Yi was not transferred to Pingrao to make enemies out of everyone. After all, a lapse in personal conduct would at most result in an internal party reprimand rather than dismissal, but if everyone grew to resent Tan Yi by then, he would find it impossible to carry out his work.

Could it be that the human race truly held no hope of rising, destined forever to keep their heads bowed in this starry universe until they were utterly exterminated or enslaved?

"Possession of illegal firearms, inciting mob violence, and malicious assault—these crimes combined, and committed right here in the capital, are more than enough to put him behind bars for the rest of his life!" Deng Gang howled at the top of his lungs.

A pair of light blue eyes, hazy yet carrying a hint of infuriating playfulness, were truly all too familiar to her.

"Fine, I'll thank you then, shall I?" With that, he stood up and strode away. In truth, he knew that had it not been for the sake of his reputation, Wei Yihang might have directly filed a lawsuit demanding compensation and holding him accountable, in which case his sister's fame would inevitably have suffered.

Just as Lu Xuan stepped out of the shopping mall, a sudden gust of cold wind swept across his back, causing him to shiver involuntarily. Realizing that this place was no longer safe, he hurried over to the Audi Q7 parked within the parking space along the street.

She felt as though she had been turned upside down, and every jolt made her want to vomit, so she unhappily muttered for him to stop moving.

"Good!" Xu Jiang sat drinking the soup brewed by Wang Jiujin, while Zhang Yu, who had caught a slight cold, watched from the side, exchanging no words with Xu Jiang throughout.

"Everyone, today is the present day of our Great Yu, the day of our grand ancestral ceremony, and the day to comfort the heroic spirits of our soldiers!" declared Deng Huang, Commander of the Imperial Guards. His eyes grew gradually red, bloodshot veins visible within them, as he supported his eye with his right hand.

Yunhe, the Phoenix Sovereign of the Phoenix Clan, who was resting in the bedchamber beside the divine temple, was shaken awake by the earthquake and hurriedly called for her attendants.

After a brief silence, several arrow-like sounds shattered the transient stillness. Immediately following, energy bodies burst forth from the vortex, glowing in four distinct colors: white, red, blue, and green. Like four blazing fireballs, they shot out toward the four cardinal directions of the extreme pole.

In the split second of a lightning flash, Yan Jianning had no time to make any reaction, and could only watch helplessly as the longsword pierced straight through her chest. Yet that heavy armor formed by a blood dragon was as fragile as paper before the blade, completely failing to block the fierce and piercing sword-tip.

"No, don't rush. Let's keep looking, maybe it's here." After saying this, Li Jiajia resumed her search.

Hearing Ningsheng give such detailed accounts of the Sparrow Clan, Ningshu and Ningwan were both astonished and asked how she came to know about it.

However, the more such energies were blended together, the greater the curiosity Xiao Yu felt. For although these phenomena were intricate and complex, fundamentally they were merely different evolutions of the very same "ancestor"—the Primordial Source Force.

The opening ceremony provided an endless supply of food, largely because the "gourmet connoisseurs" present were all prodigious eaters.

Yet every time he recalled the countless swords Lin North had once unleashed against him, a lingering palpitation seized his heart.

Helan Xiche steadied himself, turned, and took a few steps toward the gathering of guests, whereupon Gu Ying, Fang Zichong, and Fang Buji stood up to offer a respectful bow.

"...I saw it in classical texts." One does not strike a smiling face; Wang Mu stammered for a long time before finally offering that single reply.

Zhang Huang sat upright in the main seat of the grand hall, his complexion as gloomy and withered as a frosted eggplant. Down below, the elders wore looks of panic, buzzing anxiously amongst themselves.

Could Cheng Yujian truly be so cold and callous? Gazing at that straight, proud back, Zhai Yu drifted into a daze. She began to doubt whether this Cheng Yujian before her was still the same gentle, considerate, and thoroughly warm-hearted super-nice guy she had known since their adolescent years.

Xiao Ling's gaze fell upon You Qing, only to see her changed into white robes, resembling an immortal fairy untainted by worldly dust.

Due to youthful restlessness and playfulness, she had sneaked up to the mortal land behind her family's back, never expecting to cross paths with Yuan Qing, the Crown Prince of the Demon Clan, who was disguised as a human. The two hit it off famously and, quite naturally, fell deeply in love.

As his words trailed off, the man planted a direct kiss right upon Zhou Qingqing's lips. The crisp, resounding smack brought a deep, blushing crimson to her cheeks.

A sudden, sharp pain flared through Shui Yin's head in an instant, causing numerous fragments of memory to surface in her mind. Yet the moment she tried desperately to recall them, they vanished just as quickly.

Qin Feng gently patted her rounded hips. Her delicate face flushed scarlet, the beauty hastily leaped to her feet, scurried over to stand beside Li Xiu'er, and cast a stealthy glare back at him.

On his ribs were the lingering marks of beast claw wounds, exposing bloody bones; the rest of his body was in a similar state, with a dagger plunged straight into his chest, still dripping with blood.

"You should have let my disciple deal with you; I shouldn't be the one killing you!" Suddenly, Walin's calm voice rang out.

"Alternatively, you could consult Senior Academician Guyan Lisuo. He is also a well-informed and knowledgeable Six-Star Academician; even if his research direction differs, he is bound to know something!" Walin thought once more.

The weather remained quite cold. Leaning against a tree trunk, Li Yiming actually fell asleep, thin trails of saliva leaking from the corner of his mouth. He was presumably already imagining the scene of capturing his prey shortly, drinking fine wine and eating chunks of meat heartily in front of the master.

Were the hidden entrances to this secret realm concealed? Xiao Han had no way of knowing this for certain and would simply have to wait and see the truth for himself.

"In that case, there's no need to rush. We can slowly wear him down and see who outlasts whom!" Shen Qian said with a smile.

"That's right, Xiao Han. I had such a comfortable sleep, but how on earth did I manage to doze off like that?" Qiao Xiaoxiao asked with a puzzled expression.

For the moment, Xiao Han was in no hurry to make a move. Instead, he concealed himself off to the side, watching them coldly.

Mei Sanniang searched her memory earnestly for a long time, yet failed to recognize the name, though suddenly a different title flickered into her consciousness.

Yet, Chen Qingniu suddenly pondered a question: why did his mother claim he was the only one left? Were his third and fourth brothers not still working as long-term farmhands at Liu Youcai's estate?

Huer chewed on a wild fruit, glanced sideways at his brother's leering, crafty grin, and curled his lip. He then cast a look at Zhatier, who lay chillingly on the ground having taken several kicks, before shifting his gaze back to the wild fruit in his hand.

The moment he finished speaking, Master Wu noticed a slight shift in Chen Haibo's expression.

The Emperor of the Underworld's gaze suddenly condensed into sharp, tiny points. A mocking yet desolate smile curled the corners of his lips as he picked up the flagon and poured two cups of steaming, potent liquor.