Chapter 135: Martial Contest (2)

The short man dashed forward and immediately hurled a refined iron orb, a spiritual tool, at his opponent. The tall man, however, brandished a long, club-like object and struck it, sending the iron orb flying against the protective barrier of the arena. Just as the short man prepared to dodge, the tall man had already...

The great demon monster raised a massive claw, intent on crushing her. It resembled a beast, yet lacked the typical abundance of talons, relying instead on six exceptionally powerful limbs.

This was not difficult to fathom; some felt sympathy for these creatures, even if they looked human and possessed formidable strength.

"But how could she have woken up again?" Madam Zhang stared fixedly at Nanny Liu, trapping herself once more in that dead end of thought.

Upstairs, Yun Xin entered the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the water run as she pondered the events that had just unfolded.

In an instant, the sound of gunfire echoed throughout the villa, though it was fortunate that this was a high-end estate, equipped with superior soundproofing materials.

The Xu family had few relatives to begin with, and since the matriarch was feeling unwell, the day's introductions were concluded without delay. Before long, the guests dispersed, as Madam Xu required absolute quiet to recover.

One could hear the guards laying into the prisoners with fists and feet, forcing the various ghost kings to howl in misery until they were compelled to hold their tongues.

When the black cat first arrived, it still harbored a sense of wariness toward its savior, Mu Rongruo, merely lying quietly on the table and observing her with its amber-gold eyes.

Dissatisfied with just such a kiss, Lu Yunzheng’s fingers drifted downward, undoing the buttons on Qiao Nuo’s shirt.

Their respect for that man was such that they followed him like fanatical devotees; even if ordered to walk through fire or leap into a vat of boiling oil to their deaths, they would offer no complaint.

Blood flowed freely across the operating table, while Li Nan assisted from the side. Once Liu Heping finished the surgery on the left arm, Li Nan took the hydrogel ointment, carefully applied it to Liu Ziming’s flayed limb, and wrapped it in gauze.

If anyone were inside, they would surely have answered Li Nan, for psychologically speaking, people are prone to herd mentality, especially under these current circumstances.

You there, how can you expect that without such demands, you could provide for Chinese society, as they are all... if they cannot earn the money for a computer, can they now... just register so casually... they are now minutes away.

That year, business at the teahouses and taverns of Great King City was thirty percent better than in previous years. Because these places were hubs for gossip, and the wealthy people of Peishui cared little for the price of tea and wine, people gathered there daily after work, hoping to hear firsthand rumors about Lord Liuhuo.

After a night of forced marches, just as the sky began to gray, nearly four thousand men slipped into the reed marshes by the river, waiting for nightfall to quietly cross by boat.

Tongxuan’s heart was bleeding, as were the hearts of Elder Liu and Hou Tianhang, yet this was the final recourse they could conceive of.

At the small of his back, Li Nan made a cross-shaped incision over the black spot, allowing the dark blood to slowly drain out.

The intense shockwave slammed into them, and Qiao Xuan and Qiao Xien were engulfed without the slightest chance to resist. Blood spurted from their seven orifices; in particular, Qiao Xien, who had shielded Qiao Xuan, found his strength reduced to less than ten percent after the impact.

Yadong was born with mediocre talent; after six or seven years of bitter cultivation, he discovered he could only master low-level, single-element fire magic. With the World Magic Chef Competition approaching, he desperately needed money to purchase a vast array of magic scrolls, and the entry fee alone was ten thousand gold coins—a sum he could not possibly produce.

Lang Hongxiang cast a faint glance at Kuang Xu, ignoring him entirely. After thanking the Chief of the Punishment Division, he took his seat upon the jade throne of Howling Moon Valley.

Doing anything for the first time feels entirely different than doing it for the hundredth, whether it is winning a championship or anything else.