Chapter 21: Why Is He So Strong?

Despite his menacing words, Ye Lintang did not act rashly. He recognized the fireball Wang Chen had just thrown; it was nothing more than a low-level spell.

Yet, this single fireball had destroyed one of his high-grade artifacts. It was not that the spell itself was powerful, but that the caster’s strength was so immense it amplified the spell’s potency many times over, pushing it far beyond the limits of a low-level technique. He simply could not fathom how Wang...

Mu Li’s expression was one of extreme agony. The others nearby, seeing his face, could not help but feel suspicious; what had happened to him?

Look at the price of Jingshan tea in Neon, then look at the price of Qingcheng tea in Neon—what on earth are you still protesting about?

"You guessed correctly. The person who sent you those photos was indeed my gentle, kind, and peerless older brother!" Shao Chen said with a sneer.

The Coffin-Sealing Talisman, however, had a more formidable side: it could seal doors and walls, creating illusory barriers to block the intrusion of all evil spirits.

Not a single patch of skin covered by her clothing remained intact; every inch was marked by the traces of knife cuts.

Qu Zhaodi entrusted the mission of controlling the Monument of Time to Qu Zhaohang. He implored his younger brother never to reverse the emission sequence; as long as they could keep the proton-people out of the atmosphere, the people of Earth would be safe.

"Senior Brother, it seems all the girls in Neon wear makeup!" Yao Feifei said, having made her conclusion after observing along the way.

Of course, a large part of the reason for Mu Li’s rapid progress was his own dedication; he had barely slept, spending nearly twice as much time practicing as everyone else.

Tang Siyu hurried back to the dressing room with her flowers. Next, she needed to change into a fiery red evening gown. It was a slightly sexy style, but for a performer like her, there was no need to be overly concerned—as long as it wasn't too revealing, she could carry it off.

That glimmer of light was like a brilliant star in the night sky, dazzling and bright, stirring joy and filling the heart with hope.

Bai He was secretly alarmed. Looking at the invisible darkness at the center of the red threads, he realized this creature had sacrificed most of its matured power to drive the chaotic essence within Bai He’s soul into a frenzy, hoping to escape its own demise.

Seeing that Xiuju had already been taken away by his men, Yingchun gave a cold snort, turned, and led the others away.

The ghostly light seemed to have found its source; it rushed forward like moths to a flame, pouring entirely into Mu Tian’s sea of consciousness. The Taiji Diagram had never endured such a devastating blow; in an instant, it was shattered into pieces.

Their actions and the curse shouted by Xing Nan undoubtedly confirmed their identities to the crowd. Enraged, they abandoned their current opponents and launched a pursuit.

Jiang Nan watched in despair as Mu Ranxiao’s car slowly drove out of the Yating University gates and came to a stop a short distance away.

"Don't just talk about loving Mengqi; you have to treat her well," Grandmother scolded.

Yingchun, Sun Shaozu, the Second Master and Mistress, and Sun Huiyan and Sun Huiying sat at one table with Grandmother Sun, while the children had a table of their own.

"It's fine. It’s just that I can only feel at ease when you’re standing by my side!" He took Mengqi’s hand.

The Purple Essence Ghost Rays were a pair of top-tier Daoist artifacts with immense defensive capabilities. Usually kept in the holder's mouth, they could be unleashed at critical moments. He had originally hoped that the combined power of his Fengge Sword Qi and the Zhemei Sword Technique would catch the Purple Fiend Ghost King off guard and prove decisive.

The Two-Silver Inn was the best establishment in the East Sea fishing village. The minimum consumption was two silver taels, hence the name.

Lin Xiajin watched as Zhou Yingying’s face grew increasingly dark, and Xin Li secretly wanted to give Lin Xiajin a big thumbs-up.

Chen Jun had not expected Chinese ancient fist arts to have such profound depth. To learn even one such style was considered a stroke of luck, yet in their sect, these were merely used for basic training.

This bell was the ancient Ten Thousand Buddhas Bell from Ling Mountain, imbued with the intent of ten thousand Buddhas. It had no clapper, and no one could ring it.

At the time, Huai Zhian had assumed that killing the snake demon had cleared the fog by granting him experience, but looking back now, the truth was likely that killing the demon had saved the old Whale-Uncle, who held the position of River God of the Thousand-Foot River and possessed high status within the Penglai Whale Tribe.

Jin Mingyue knew that her mother missed her younger sister, but the Imperial Palace was a place truly out of their reach.

Ever since Xiao Zhuo was taken away by the Green Dragon Gang, Ye Jing had been trying to pull strings to rescue him. At this moment, she had arrived at the office of Director Wang at the police station.

"Tell me the truth: the disappearance of the Qian woman and the Fourth Princess yesterday—did it have anything to do with you? If you tell me, I won't make things difficult for you and will still let you leave the West Court," the Fourth Prince said in a low voice, his tone brooking no argument.

She was still as beautiful as a flower, but unlike before, she seemed to possess an added layer of noble temperament.

Lu Xiao was drawn to the scene before him and walked under the wisteria trellis. Amidst the cool, fragrant wisteria blossoms, he suddenly felt reluctant to leave, though he did not know exactly why.

"If this secret art didn't require a virgin body, I truly wouldn't believe you," Qiao Shan said.

Almost all the secret practitioners cursed Liuhuo for his cunning, wondering how he had secretly contacted so many of them without anyone noticing.

Furthermore, the Horadric Cube was an important item that the mysterious soul, Gormor, had instructed her to find.

Regarding the External Spirit Technique, Liu Yiyi had always found it difficult to grasp, but after constant guidance from the Carefree Ancestor, she had gradually found the way. At this moment, her impression of the disheveled, cynical grey-clad ancestor had undergone a fundamental shift.

Upon hearing this, the youth’s lips trembled with excitement; he knew that in the entire Four Directions Clan, he was the only one to have entered the Council of Elders at such a young age.

After going to the restroom, Nan Xi called Bo Ha and told him to drive to the roadside, as she would be there shortly.

"Tell me what to do; the host is asking about cultivation techniques," the intelligent brain’s voice came from within.

Despite the swirling black energy surrounding him, the status panel hovering before him remained pristine and white as snow.

Because they had to conceal their identities, they could not afford to be discovered, so they all used daggers.

"Is Brother Qi Yu going out today?" The scenery on Wuyou Island was beautiful. The breeze blowing from the water was cool and carried the fragrance of autumn flowers.

The first failure is always painful, but after experiencing it many times, one learns to look past it and accept everything with composure.

Family planning is not very strict nowadays, and since the Ling family is now in business and can afford the fines, what does it matter if they have a few more children?