Chapter 26

Surrounded by countless black-gold corpse armors, Ling Xuan appeared as if she were shrouded in a black mist.

He simply overlooked one problem: in the previous battle in the State of Chu, the reason Ye Qiu'er was defeated was that the city had no usable forces left. Under such dire circumstances, the fact that Ye Qiu'er still managed to hold out for several days was already a historical miracle.

However, wielding swords with both hands demands immense mental focus; one must be able to multitask to command dual blades. Fortunately, Mu Sheng’s Yang spirit was powerful, so this presented little difficulty for him.

Tang Yun’s heart stirred. She suspected this person practiced some extremely sinister arts. Moreover, his cultivation level was certainly not low, as even his speech and every gesture were permeated with an icy, chilling aura.

Although Qing Jue did not understand the affairs of the imperial court, seeing the contents of the scroll, he knew it was nothing good.

With that, the Twin Swords of Yin Mountain shifted their forms, transforming into two incarnations wielding dual blades. They surrounded Mu Sheng from above and below, making it impossible for him to escape into the sky or the sea.

However, Fang Mu did not find Liu Mazi, the bandit leader, among the surrendered bandits! He had no choice but to order a portion of his household servants to guard the prisoners, while the rest followed Liang Yingshi to search the bandit den.

Why did this happen so suddenly, without giving me any time to prepare?

"Sir, you truly are a tea lover," the teahouse owner said with a hint of flattery. However, the words sounded harsh to Huang Fei, as if he were being mocked.

Tu Hun bit her lip, deeply hurt by the term "outsider." Over there, Lei Yan had already strode out of the room.

Yin Qingkong nodded. She no longer had the strength to speak, but as she turned her head and saw the man's concerned expression and his anxious eyes, she could not help but smile faintly.

If the bleeding is not brought under control, never mind whether the surgery can proceed—the patient simply would not be able to withstand it.

The monster ultimately died at the hands of ordinary people, symbolizing the financial crisis of the Republic of Korea, which was eventually weathered only through the citizens' austerity and nationwide donations of gold and foreign currency.

Su Yuejie was a girl whose features were not particularly exquisite, but she was pleasant to look at. However, she appeared sickly, her skin very pale, but a pale that lacked health.

The car swayed and bumped as it left the highway of Jiang County, heading toward Lai Town. The road shifted from asphalt to concrete, then to gravel, and finally to plain dirt.

Old Wang regretted his actions the moment he finished drawing. He retreated sullenly to his desk to continue his decadent life.

Before she could finish her sentence, her wrist was grabbed by a powerful hand. She lost her balance and fell onto the bed. The second she turned over, Jiang Ling pressed down on her.

Twenty years later, with so many trending topics on Weibo exposing villains through audio recordings, she was a public figure herself. She didn’t harm others, but she had to be wary of others harming her.

After analyzing for a long time and realizing she truly could not compare to her sister at the moment, Kasahara Asuka had no choice but to turn her gaze toward her mother.

The clay pot was filled with meat and various mushrooms, with dipping sauce on the side. The two would occasionally dip the mushrooms into the sauce to enjoy them.

Ye Tian’s aura weakened, his face pale as paper. He fished a Golden Spirit Root from his storage bag and swallowed it, then looked up at Old Dog Long.

Immediately after, the man, who looked like a consumptive ghost, announced his name: Li Xuanba of Tongguan.

Seeing the three fat boys unusually quiet, the teacher’s lecture became gentle and slow, fearing that any noise might wake them and invite trouble.

The vast majority of people were unaware that a true catastrophe had descended upon the world. An unspeakably terrifying lifeform, Lu Hui, had broken its seal in Antarctica. Fortunately, Han Dong returned from the stars, suppressed the ages, and established an immortal foundation.

The air was noisy, filled with laughter, curses, and all sorts of sounds. Yet Jian He did not miss a single word of the conversation; she heard it all. The more she listened, the more she felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, overcome with guilt.

To Ling Hao, there was no such thing as kindness without reason. Furthermore, he had previously clashed with Yan Qing at Upper Cloud Sea Peak. Yan Xuanji must have witnessed it all from her spirit boat at the time; it would be magnanimous enough for her not to hold a grudge—how could she possibly show him kindness?

Following this, one after another, streams of light symbolizing the Eternal Palace level soared into the sky, like a receding tide, like the curtain falling on a grand performance, like a synchronized meteor shower.

Ye Tian dared not be slow. With a sink of his breath, the third stage of the Ancient God Multiplication Technique erupted. Utilizing the Divine Dragon Fist, he struck out against the Seal-Heaven Palm.

Ling Donghua’s inner turmoil was more intense than anyone else’s. As the saying goes, the layman watches the spectacle, while the expert watches the technique.

Jiang Feng took Dou Lu, and as they walked, he reached out to pat each tree. Afterward, he spotted vines on one of them.

Two stir-fried dishes were set on the table: boiled meat slices and mapo tofu.

Seventh Sister-in-law usually looked soft and delicate, coughing every three steps and panting every five, looking like she was ready to kick the bucket at any moment... bah, bah, bah... to pass away.

If not for his body having been strengthened, that punch from last night would likely have sent him to meet his ancestors on the spot.

The God-level Golden Mecha Dragon unleashed a wave of blade energy, slicing through the painting of the beauty and heading straight for the Azure Dragon piloted by Lin Yu.

The flimsy dress was made of silk; once the buttons were undone, it became slippery, and the collar slid from her neck down to her shoulders.

The man was bowing his head to peel an apple, his fingers slender, cold, and white, with prominent knuckles, like an artist sculpting a masterpiece—a truly pleasant sight to behold.

He had much on his mind, thinking of Liu Rushi’s "borrowing of seed," as well as the life-or-death Go tournament this time.

Qin Feng frowned slightly. So, in other words, Sister Mi’s company is involved in many tracks, but not deeply in any of them—is that the logic?

Eunuch Tong offered a few words of praise, turned, and walked away, leaving his back exposed to Zhang Xifeng without a hint of fear.

The battle against my sister finally earned me some fame in the guild; at least most people knew there was such a silver-haired guy—the boy who defeated that Erza with a single sword.

Watching this guy shake his head while hanging up the phone, Kelly sensed a faint, eerie feeling.

A terrifying sound spread throughout the Seven Clouds Gate, more chilling than the ghost wails that had echoed for so long. After the roar, there was a long silence, and the black ghost mist floating there began to dissipate slowly, as if swept away by a gentle breeze.

Li Qing frowned, his gaze fixed intently on that space. In his mind, he had a strange feeling, as if he were about to touch the truth, only to be blocked by a thin film.