Shameless

The wall, having been casually struck a few times by Yang Cong with the Demon-Sealing Sword, instantly fractured with several deep sword marks.

Imhotep came and went in a flash, treating my quarters like a public hallway with absolute nonchalance. When Aaliyah entered again, she only found me reclining on the couch, while Carol lay paralyzed before the bed.

Yechen knew that anyone wishing to pass this level would have to defeat Carol through sheer, brute force, with no room for trickery.

Once we entered the side door of the temple, he did not walk straight ahead. He still had living quarters inside the temple, and sometimes I would stay here overnight as well. But this time, we headed in a different direction.

The crowd was just about to voice their awe when a tremendous crashing sound drew their attention toward Chimi. They saw Chimi acting like a madman, hammering his fists one after another against the barrier of light. Judging by his exaggerated expression, he must have been using immense strength, yet the light barrier remained floating in the air, completely motionless.

At this moment, Yang Cong looked like a grandmaster of an era, a senior practitioner of profound cultivation, radiating an aura of ancient times from head to toe.

Before they could even descend, a dazzling flash of golden light cut through the air. It was Sun Wukong, who leaped upward, bringing his Golden-Hooped Rod down directly onto the black-robed figure's serpent-headed staff.

When they reached the end of the pillar of light, the dragon and the phoenix collided. Amidst a rising mist, the illusory projection of a city slowly took shape before them, its walls hundreds of zhang high, stretching endlessly across a thousand miles.

A flash of crimson light gleamed in Jiang Hao's eyes. With a shake of his body, he unleashed the Lawful Heaven and Earth technique. His form suddenly expanded, towering over a hundred zhang in an instant. His head burst straight through the ceiling of the grand hall, shattering the blue bricks and golden tiles into pieces, literally tearing a skylight open in the hall.

The Evil Sword Immortal was born from the extraction of evil thoughts by the five elders, so he naturally knew everything about the five elders' circumstances.

The final thought was buried deep within Di Tian's heart, unexpressed, yet Di Tian's expression only grew all the more resolute.

"Hmph, what nonsense are you spouting? Scum of no standing, you shall die all the same," Garo turned around and said bluntly.

Yet Blue Fuzi acted as if she hadn't noticed at all, still staring fixedly at Tushan Youyou, which left Qiu'er's teeth itching with annoyance.

Before the slaughter began, he had already noticed that this fellow Clesse had clutched a teleportation item for a long time, keeping it in a semi-activated state. The moment the Abyssal King fled, he teleported away instantly, proving he had been well-prepared from the start.

Yet he understood that the human race's supreme treasure, the Flatterer's Talisman, was undoubtedly the emotional sustenance of the people from the land of origin, hoping it would lead humanity to new heights.

Just when she and the other Upper Ranks thought Enmu was certain to die, Enmu unexpectedly earned a chance to redeem his crimes through meritorious service.

Secretly startled, Han Anlong quickly adjusted his attitude, stepping forward to within three meters of Si Wuyu and cupping his hands in a deep bow.

Before breaking through to the Ultimate Realm, Kanjuro had harbored many misgivings, but now, he had no such concerns.

Zhao Jun agreed with Huang Zhonghao's promotional proposal and had his subordinate managers swiftly contact a model home interior design company, rushing out three fully furnished standard model homes of 98 square meters a week before the official opening.

Her days here were a constant whirlwind of busyness, attending banquets and bringing gifts—heaven knew what kind of deadly trap was being set over there.

A research ship-girl? Mu Zi instinctively glanced behind him. Aegir was gazing at him with gentle eyes, and his mouth twitched involuntarily. So, in the end, this was still my fault?

"Ha, the two of us just got lucky and ran into it." Chen Tiezhu certainly wasn't going to reveal the location of that massive patch of medicinal herbs, purposefully keeping a trump card up his sleeve.

Knicks leader Patrick Ewing sealed the rookie Mourning last night, and then crushed him with his signature iron-blooded fadeaway jumper. Until Mourning matured, the Hornets had no chance of defeating the Knicks.

There were plenty of men helping out with the labor, but fortunately, there was plenty of meat stewing in the pot, and failing that, didn't they still have salted duck eggs left over from noon?

Qin Tingwei looked on indifferently at all this, sighing softly to himself: If the upper beam is crooked, the lower ones will follow; indeed, not a single one of them is any good.

Immediately following this, a bizarre scene unfolded: wisps of water vapor actually began to rise from both of their bodies.

At this juncture, any further words and attacks would merely be a sign of anger turning into shame—an irrational and meaningless endeavor.

"That's more like it!" Nagato patted Mikasa's shoulder approvingly. "Then the position of flagship for this exercise will be left to you, Mikasa!" With that, Nagato turned on her heel and walked away, giving Mikasa zero room to take back her acceptance.

This was his uniquely held position; his significance to the development of the league was irreplaceable. Who could have expected that bastard Barkley to actually think Old K could replace his historical status?

So at this moment, Chen Tiezhu looked at the many people lying on the ground and spoke directly to Li Jianxin.

Before he could finish his sentence, a sharp rap landed squarely on He Shang's noggin. The fellow thoroughly deserved it—wasn't this openly tearing down his facade right to his face? No matter that he was already an Earth Realm martial artist, he was still just a punching bag when facing Xu Qing.

"Celestial Dipper Astral Art!" Li Muqing's eyelids twitched, revealing a look of apprehension. This was a profound martial art created by the Emperor Li in his early years, possessing peerless might.

"Some friends are coming over." Lin Tian frowned, his figure instantly shooting up toward the sky, and Ningang naturally hurried after him without hesitation.

Meanwhile, the rise of the Mount Hua Sect was already unstoppable. Yue Feng no longer needed to do anything; he just had to live well and diligently practice his martial arts. As long as he remained for a single day, there was not the slightest possibility of Mount Hua declining. Yue Feng's role was just like that of Zhang Sanfeng back in the day, or Feng Qingyang in the present.

"The foundational manual states that this Pulse-Hidden Returning Origin Sword is divided into a total of four forms," Lu Yu's mind sank deeply into the sword manual.