Volume 1, Chapter 37: The Power of God

"Three thousand meters?" Lou Heyang's attention was now completely captivated by this Type 10 heavy sniper rifle.

The first time, she had been left with a face full of mud exactly like that. When she returned to her room with the grime still clinging to her, she could hear the stifled laughter of the Chi family servants from quite a distance away.

As the copper coin fell to the ground, just as she was about to examine the divination, the coin let out a sharp crack, and several fissures appeared across its surface.

After a month of getting to know each other—meeting nearly every two days—the relationship between Ye Ge and Su Yue had grown quite close, so this kind of interaction was nothing out of the ordinary.

In the end, the highest cultivation among those monks was only at the first level of the Golden Immortal Realm; the rest had dropped significantly, with Shi Shandao reduced to only the Earth Immortal Realm.

When powerhouses of the Dao Immortal Realm clash, the world changes color at the slightest movement, and devastation follows at its worst; the scale of such a battle is immense. Compared to the Profound Immortal Realm, the gap at the Dao Immortal Realm is simply vast.

During this period, he had been immersed in introspection, seeking to perceive and draw close to his spiritual energy. Had he not noticed that his control over this energy seemed to have stagnated, he would not have awakened just yet.

When Li You arrived with five hundred veteran soldiers, and Wang Zhixin and others led over a thousand imperial guards surging toward the site, they were still a long way off when the guards spotted them. To everyone's surprise, the twenty men did something completely unexpected: they turned around and fled.

"Since you put it that way, I really should be careful. You understand, I'm sure—courtesy first, then force."

Looking at the talisman before him, Yu Qi reached out to touch it, but the moment he made contact, it dissolved into particles of light and merged into his body.

Even the palace eunuchs, whose treasures were barely longer than a tongue and fit only for quenching a sudden thirst, were useless when it truly mattered.

In the end, the Crown Prince's faction was defeated so thoroughly that they had no means to retaliate, leading to a deep-seated grudge against the Three Lives faction and making them particularly sensitive to the name.

Although Li Tang was young, in the life-or-death struggle, he clearly held an advantage over the nearly fifty-year-old Liu Hai.

However, the opponent had a dagger, and she dared not act rashly—especially trapped inside the car, she was even more afraid to make a move.

Liang Fei waved his hand and said, "I just ate; you guys go ahead!" As he spoke, he let out a full burp.

"Hello! Commander Peng? This is Qin Feng. We’ve finished the job here; the main force of the Fujimoto Regiment has been completely annihilated by our troops. How is the situation on your end?" Qin Feng asked with a smile.

Every time he utilized it, he felt a powerful vibration spreading from the Baihui acupoint at the crown of his head, subsequently inducing a warmth that pulsed faintly through all the vital points of his body.

When the other foot of the giant shadow stepped onto the riverbed, the ground actually trembled slightly.

Xu Xiao had forgotten for a moment that although Chen Yiwei was close to him, he was, after all, an ordinary person who had never opened the path to the underworld. Naturally, he could not see demonic energy. And since he couldn't even perceive that, finding the person behind the foul play through him would be even more difficult.

This also explained why Mr. Green was so terrified; he hadn't even been able to distinguish such a simple trick from Master Huang, believing it instinctively. It was clear he had been genuinely frightened.

Indeed, Van Holmstead had not misjudged the man. Leng Fei had no interest in Anzhi; he knew it housed superstars like Roberto Carlos, Eto'o, and Zhirkov, but they were aging veterans. He was still young and had no intention of following those old stars to seek his fortune in Russia.

Leng Fei secretly cursed his teammates for their lack of cooperation while observing the movements of his opponents and allies on the field. Even though he knew that in most cases the teammates here wouldn't pass the ball to him, out of a player's habit, Leng Fei kept running.

As soon as An Rou'er finished speaking, a powerful force pressed her into her seat, and the car sped toward the city like a bolt of lightning.

Looking closer, the Canglong Seven Mansions coffin had become a size larger after being fitted with the corpse of Sheng Qi, appearing much more "snug."

In fact, the system had not provided Yue Hong with any memories related to this identity; most of what it gave were just the background of this world. According to the system, those memories already existed within Yue Hong's mind, yet he couldn't recall a single thing, feeling rather helpless.

Who could have guessed that Zhang Bushan, having endured in silence for three years, could still uphold the justice and Dao within his heart?

One must realize that this was an incredibly humiliating affair; if word got out, they likely wouldn't have the face to see anyone.

Fang Chao said no more. His homeroom teacher was right; he cared too much about the past, but in reality, it meant nothing—it was just the normal rebellion of an adolescent.

Wangning Valley in the Central Province was not a famous place, but the experts of the Zong family had all heard of it, more or less.

Ye Shiqiong also felt this shocking fluctuation. He looked toward the direction of the stables, his majestic expression changing abruptly.

Watching Ouyang Che leaning against the wall in a cool pose, Mo Ning was not only stunned but also felt her head spinning and a sense of deep disorientation.

"Haha, we don't know either," Ah Ri said with a laugh, chewing on a steamed bun.

If the whole world knew that a personal maid was trying to harm her master, wouldn't people gossip about why she would do such a thing? Surely, some would say the master had treated the maid poorly.

Hiding in a corner, Yun Zimo peeked at Ling Huan a few times. For some reason, she felt a sense of tension, as if the man in the distance had already discovered her.

Wu Meng quickly leaned back; she didn't want any close contact with Ouyang Che. At that moment, she particularly, very much wanted to splash her cola into Ouyang Che's face and ruin his expensive shirt along the way. It was truly detestable that he even dared to bring up the past to her.

She had called him "Hua Hua" so naturally that she hadn't been able to change it, and later, her calling him that was tacitly accepted by Magic Shadow.

Seeing that the Blazing Fire Thunder Roc was unharmed, Shangguan Yunqi finally breathed a sigh of relief. But then, she began to worry again; only three bolts of the Heavenly Tribulation had fallen, and her contracted beast still had to endure the remaining three.

The strength of the Blood Sect was greater than that of the Jialuo Ghost King; if he were to unleash his true power, the Ghost King would not be able to stop him.

Why else? The proud Li Lizhu naturally hoped her maiden family would have an influential brother, and the Yan clan, coming from a prestigious background, was unwilling to let her husband become someone else's adopted son. Naturally, they were out of sync.

This place was not unfamiliar to her. She hurriedly ran to the front, and sure enough, the tombstone was engraved with the two characters: "Zi Xuan."

"Sigh... I suppose I truly cannot understand you people who are trapped by love," Immortal Venerable Bai Qi sighed deeply, shaking his head.