45

Although it could be said that the tragedy of the Xi family began with the untimely death of Xi Fu-cui, the direct cause of their ruin was the decision made in Yingtian Prefecture regarding the dredging of the Huitong River.

With a heavy blow, the fist struck the iron mountain, and a formidable surge of internal energy swept through with destructive force, permeating the entire arm of the iron mountain.

However, those two figures were undoubtedly orcs, though their outward appearance was truly astonishing.

"Now that all the truth has been told, can you honestly tell me again, between Wan-qi and me, who is it that you truly love?" Qin Ke-xin calmed down and asked Wang Xu-dong.

"My name is Li Da-long. Originally, I was from the World-Above-Worlds, serving as the Great Dragon Sovereign under the Sacred Monarch of the Hearth," Li Da-long explained briefly.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Lin Xiao made his decision. Having just broken through in his Yuan Power cultivation recently, attempting to advance further with that particular Yuan Power-enhancing pill would likely prove exceedingly difficult.

Madam Ye was unaccustomed to using that large wooden bathing tub. Carrying a small wooden basin herself, she walked out of the room, her lips moving slightly, prompting Yue-chu to quickly dive back into her room in retreat.

Hearing this, Xi Fu-wei cast a slightly surprised glance at him, thinking that though the fat fellow looked shy, he was quite capable of holding his ground at a crucial moment.

"Imperial Brother, I'm sorry. It was wrong of me to speak like that." How could Princess Qing-cheng truly leave? If she were to walk away, the new emperor would genuinely become utterly alone in the world.

Those were three colorful flying eagle feathers, radiant with dazzling hues, and each feather emanated a vivid luster, appearing remarkably breathtaking.

Step by step, he walked toward the stone steps, then sat cross-legged before the bronze official. Resting his halberd against the wall, he thus guarded his former master for all eternity.

Nearly a decade had slipped away, and Su Xie's temperament had mellowed considerably. Had it been in the past, he certainly would not have possessed the patience to listen until the end.

Ling Tian was taken aback, completely unprepared for all of this. He knew that the quality of his pills was relatively high compared to those found here, yet to Ling Tian himself, those pills were merely items casually concocted on a whim. Naturally, however, the higher the price, the better, and now he felt even more confident about making purchases.

As he lifted the mental technique of the stealth arts, the rioting disciples gradually regained their composure. Crowding around Yang Zhi, they vied with one another to inquire about the inner details of that battle. Yang Zhi did not turn anyone away, taking the opportunity to impart his experience in dealing with malevolent fiends.

Now, the space enclosed by these hundred-odd people had been compressed to the absolute limit. To the eye, it was no longer circular, having instead transformed into a cylindrical shape.

Why was he able to transcend from Earth? The heroes of that desolate beast war, that sorrow-laden journey through the barren mountains, the transformation of Liu Er-gou... Thinking about it all, he turned over and unexpectedly fell asleep.

He was not worried that the might of his thunder-body would be insufficient to awe them. On the contrary, the moment the thunder-body manifested, a portion of the crowd fled miles away within the very first second, leaving only a tiny fraction to retreat several hundred miles in sheer panic, choosing to watch from a distant vantage point.

Qin Yi-bai, who had been secretly rejoicing at having successfully blocked a palm strike from Mo E, instantly cried out in dismay. However, the Heaven-Opening Axe in his grasp could no longer be held against that indescribable, immense force, and it slipped from his hands, spinning as it tore apart folds of the void and plunged straight into the barrier of the Divine Ruins.

"To think that after more than ten years apart, not only have you grown older, but your audacity has grown as well! Instead of pondering how to escape my pursuit, you dare to break into my Cold Han Palace! You must have resolved to meet your death long ago, haven't you?" Seeing him, Xie Yue spoke in a stern and piercing voice.

A short while later, after the dust and smoke cleared, the ancient forest within a radius of a hundred meters had been decimated, leaving eleven craters on the ground that were three to four meters deep and over a meter wide.

Being a revered master-level powerhouse of many years, the short man possessed a wealth of battle experience far beyond that of ordinary people. Though shocked by the fact that Gu Han had injured the Earth Soul Star with a single blow, he reacted instantly.

Ruan Feng, who was the first to regain his senses, wore a ferocious expression at the sight. Shoving away an elder who was supporting him, he let out a roar.

The melodious sound of the flute drifted far away on the autumn wind, settling upon branches laden with osmanthus blossoms. As if moved by the sorrow woven into the flute's tune, the petals on the branches trembled gently, scattering a ground full of fragrance.

At present, to say the least, the common folk of Chang'an could afford meat every few days. The emergence of the Hanxing plow had greatly increased the efficiency of tilling the fields, and the oxen captured from the Xianbei, once domesticated, meant that while not every household possessed draft oxen, out of every ten families, at least one could make use of them.

At this moment, the Longhua Sword seemed to sense the mood of its master; the entire blade vibrated incessantly, accompanied by several crisp, resonant ringing sounds that echoed all around. In this instant, the brilliance that belonged uniquely to the Longhua Sword was finally unleashed.

Ye Zi-fan wore a look of utter contempt, clearly refusing to believe that Liu Ting-ting could offer him any worthwhile advice!

June, midsummer, and the blazing sun hung like fire. Youth departed and the curtain fell on everything; as it turned out, the price of growth was the fading of one's fleeting years.

A sense of determination to fight with all his might rose within Guan Ping's heart. Without hesitation, he let out a great shout, spurred his horse forward, and charged straight at Chunyu Qiong.

Hua Wu-xiang suddenly sensed that something was amiss, though he could not put his finger on what exactly was wrong, he knew something was definitely not right.

Since Tang Xi was being discharged, Lawrence and Carl naturally would not linger long at the hospital. Qiao Liang went to handle the discharge procedures for Tang Xi, while Carl and Lawrence stood nearby, reminding her to mind her safety, all of which Tang Xi accepted with gentle nods.

However, calculating it this way, we only have three Divine Spirit Realm experts in total, even if we count you as one, that makes a mere four Divine Spirit Realm experts altogether.

Yang Mei felt deeply anxious. The funds in her hands amounted to a mere seventy-two thousand, leaving her virtually no hope of successfully bidding for this piece of rough stone. Yet, as she peered through the pitted and pockmarked surface to catch a glimpse of that vast expanse of intense, vibrant purple within, she could no longer restrain herself.

Sitting in the taxi, Su Jian suddenly thought of a question: was Han He looking for her this time on account of Zi-jun's affair?

Clearly, back in the original work, the method Ying Yuan used to erase the memory of shattering the void was the Memory Sealing Technique. As for the Memory Unsealing Technique, according to the brief introduction provided by Chuan Ying, today was the first time he was utilizing it.

The reporter from TV Tokyo was, of course, not truly foolish. The strategy he originally intended to employ was to use a probing approach, coaxing Sawa-mura Eijun into inadvertently revealing more information.

Today,妃英理 (Kiri Kisaki) was wearing a dark blue one-piece swimsuit, which set off her exquisite figure to absolute perfection.

According to the customs of the village, funeral processions generally took place before dinner, so typically no one would enter during this time window, provided no excessive noise was made.

Yet just as the two Divine Spirit Realm martial artists stepped out of the underground hall and into the outer area, their throats were suddenly seized in a stranglehold by Lu Zhen.

During the long wait when she was not by his side, he began to slowly comprehend the significance of Yun Wu to his own existence.