Volume 1, Chapter 26: Fierce Combat Power!

Chu Tianxing said coldly, "If you believe your combat strength is superior to mine, we can test it out!"

These words left Li Daoyuan breathless; he never imagined that Chu Tianxing would dare to show such disrespect to him in public. In the past, disciples of the Alchemy Pavilion had always been timid and deferential; who would have dared to act like this? For a moment, Chu Tianxing’s conduct left Li Daoyuan unable to react.

"Li Daoyuan, does your Alchemy Pavilion now require martial talent as a prerequisite for accepting disciples?" Suddenly, Zhou Mei'er swayed over, her figure alluring as she added, "If that is the case, I would also like to join the Alchemy Pavilion. Shall we test our martial arts?"

In an instant, Li Daoyuan’s expression darkened...

Glancing at the four people following him, he saw no signs of abnormality. Everyone remained in a state of routine exploration, holding high-powered flashlights to search the surroundings. The beams of light moved rapidly through the pitch-black environment, collectively sketching out the fragmented, dust-laden secret chamber.

Regardless of their respective stances, the Four Sages of the Demon Palace had never questioned Shi Hui’s ability. Given Qiye’s current age and level of cultivation, Mirror Wuyuan and the Four Sages were well aware of the role Shi Hui played in it. Perhaps this was also why the Yin Moon Dynasty had chosen not to completely burn bridges with her.

The various clues were gradually converging. Just as previously deduced, was the ancient ruin existing in the Tunguska region truly a secret laboratory of Atlantis?

Those in the Innate Realm cannot grasp the True Intent, and the power of Martial Intent is difficult to project externally. Therefore, the Elder of the Wood Pulse was filled with doubt.

A thunder-fire giant blade, several meters long, accompanied by a terrifying black-and-red True Intent, descended directly upon Yu Siyi.

As a lone soul traveling through time and space, Zhou Zekai did not know when he was born. Yet, from the moment of his inception, he began the task of fulfilling the wishes of others. Only in this way could he avoid drifting in the void. Experiencing various lives was the only thing that made him feel as though he were still alive.

His purple elixir was constantly enveloped in swirling alchemical vapors, nearly covering the entire core. At its most intense, it faintly seemed as if a ball of flame were about to emerge—a sign that he had reached the end of the first rank and was on the verge of entering the second.

Under immense pressure, Jiang Yingxue was forced to echo Ivan’s decisions. Although what she said could not yet be verified, it was indeed effective in temporarily calming the public.

She had not yet held a wedding ceremony with Yan Jinghua, so did today count as their wedding night, or would that only apply when the ceremony actually took place?

However, regarding the specific time or how the withdrawal occurred, Fu Yunlai truly knew nothing of the details.

"I saved her on the way when I was heading to the Valley of Ten Thousand Snakes. Later, she told me what had happened during this time, which is why I found this place," Mufan said.

"Demons and monsters, illusions and phantoms—only the Great Dao is eternal. Get out of my way!" Mufan shouted, sweeping out streaks of sacred light that shattered the demonic souls before him.

Although he did not know which gods, ghosts, immortals, or Buddhas were carved into these stone reliefs, what did it matter? In any case, the Chinese people have always been ready to worship whatever gods and Buddhas they encounter; after all, one can never be too polite, right?

The imperial envoy was still on the road south, and at their pace, it was estimated it would take at least two or three months to reach Jiaozhou.

Many were surprised by Mufan’s words and began to look at him with new eyes. To dare challenge the God of Slaughter required immense courage. Yet, no one dared to doubt Mufan; if he succeeded in severing the Dao and became an immortal Heavenly Venerate, it was truly possible for him to slay Yier Jueluo. The bloodline of the God-Demon clan was, after all, a forbidden power.

Naturally, Bai Xian’er had heard this, as had Chen Wu. They had indeed heard the rumor, but a pair is only a pair if both parties agree; as long as I do not consent, how could we ever be a pair? It was all just hearsay.

Le County’s real estate market had developed rapidly in recent years. Star University had reached an agreement with many homeowners who wished to rent out their properties, consolidating them under a single real estate agency. Students of Star University would then sign their rental agreements through this agency.

"Perhaps. Looking at it purely from the surface, he has not been dead for very long; there are not even any lividity spots on his body," Chen Wu remarked.

"However, there is no medicine for regret in this world. I heard that it is possible to kill on the arena floor. I wonder if that is true," Chen Wu suddenly revealed a cruel smile, like the smile of a devil.

Within the factory, it was impossible to hear each other speak; one could only judge by lip-reading. The workers in the workshop wore uniform attire. "Party Pioneer Posts," "Party Demonstration Teams," "Advanced Party Organization Workshops," and various slogans regarding safe production were visible everywhere.

If she were in the Star Realm, she wouldn’t dare make such bold claims, but here, she could afford to be just a little bit arrogant.

To live in seclusion with the person she loved in a beautiful manor, with woods, a pond, and joyful things.

This was something he hadn't considered for himself when he devised his previous strategy. In other words, he could best be described by a single phrase: skilled in planning for the state, but clumsy in planning for himself.

"Don't speak nonsense. The more critical the moment, the less you should talk. If you say the wrong thing or awaken their memories, we will be doomed. Those experiences that left us with nine lives and one death—some things happen exactly because of that. Have you forgotten, damn it?" Sha Chongba said solemnly.

Han Bing looked at Mu Qingying, feeling a bit awkward. He had met her many times, but never in this form or in such a setting.

Strolling to the side of the pool, the water, shimmering with a faint blue light and rippling on the surface, was truly captivating.

He opened his fists, transformed them into palms, and thrust them forward. The strike landed solidly; the person who had previously been dismissed by Wang Qinglian as incompetent was struck in the forehead by this blow and fainted on the spot.

Upon hearing this, Ye Ling was put in a difficult position. He truly dared not broach the subject with the Old Madam Ye, fearing he would be kicked out by her if she were in a bad mood.