Volume One, Chapter 29: The Enchantress Empress Who Ruined the Realm
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The tuxedo-clad man at the head nodded. Whether the Demon Team had no strategist, or simply acted with too little restraint, strange things always seemed to happen in horror films. He now felt that perhaps they ought to be more cautious in this one.
For instance, if he happened to meet Savis in the future and discovered that the man had mastered the strengths of two different schools—nightmare power in one hand and fel flames in the other—he must not be surprised. Everyone had his highs and lows.
When the administrator saw that they might come over, he began to complain. “We must fine you for this behavior, and you must also reimburse us for the transportation costs on this trip.” He went on and on for quite some time. Even after the cable car began its return journey, he was still lamenting how badly he had lost out after being kept on tenterhooks.
White roots like enormous dragons moved beneath the ground. Some broke through the surface and effortlessly coiled around buildings, crushing them into rubble. Their reach had already surpassed the area covered by the black tentacles and was beginning to spread into an even wider region.
Those who wished to enter this world had long been psychologically prepared for such things, and some had even come to relish them. But for Ouyang Li, was pursuing her own love truly so difficult?
Old Li’s Adam’s apple bobbed. For some reason, he suddenly thought of his favorite duck heads. A powerful wave of nausea rose within him, and he could not help vomiting.
Then the Destroyer leaped out of the crater and charged toward the human army’s formation in great strides. At the same time, the mask opened once more, and another beam of light shot out from within.
“If you truly dare divide my lord’s authority!” he growled. His body became a blurred afterimage as he smashed straight through the wall and streaked into the distance.
“Understood.” Since the power might have originated from the void, Zhixin no longer dared to be careless. With a single command, her athletic outfit instantly transformed into the armor of an angelic vanguard, while the Flame Sword appeared in her hand.
Even a powerful figure such as a deputy director, who could be considered a member of the city’s upper class, had lost the qualifications to enter.
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“Boss, what do we do? Didn’t we capture Lan Ziming for nothing?” the second of the Three Eagles of Ghost Valley said gloomily. He had thought that anyone related to Lan Ziyue could be used to threaten her.
After eating his fill, precisely when the restaurant was at its busiest, the Ninth Prince Xuanyuan Jing was quite naturally kicked away by Xuanyuan Che to continue doing hard labor. Xuanyuan Che himself took Su Jinghui by the hand and left the restaurant for a stroll to aid digestion.
It was hardly a major matter, and Su Jinghui had no reason to waste time arguing with him. She simply agreed, coaxed the Ninth Prince into leaving, and, seeing that it was not yet too late while Xuanyuan Che had not returned, took out the fabric she had previously cut for an inner garment. Sitting on the heated brick bed beneath the lamplight, she continued sewing.
“Where has Princess Qingyi come from? You seem to be in a very good mood.” Xiao Yu spoke coldly and indifferently.
But the moment the restraints were removed, the evil dragon became ecstatic. After enduring such torment for so long, it could finally vent its fury freely. The evil dragon dipped its body, opened its mouth, and exhaled a long stream of scorching flame. The fire crawled and spread across the ground before surging forward, instantly swallowing a large number of players in the front ranks.
That day, Pang Jun met the emperor and Consort Li in Mingde Hall. When he left the imperial city, he deliberately took a detour along the road from which the Cold Palace could be seen. The waves of desolation drifting from the end of the palace road grew increasingly blurred to him.
I did not know whether to laugh or cry. Jiangnan Evening Rain’s deputy alliance leader truly possessed not the slightest trace of authority—only Nanshan Yi, a very well-behaved middle-aged man.
“Since you have made a mistake, then you must admit it and apologize.” His tone was lofty, his attitude contemptuous, and his eyes filled with scorn and mockery. His chin was practically raised to the heavens.
Before long, the God of War Yuntian arrived with reinforcements. The players of the Temple of War, who had been seething with resentment, roared as they slaughtered the players of the Hehuan Sect, the Overlord Alliance, and the Romantic Clan, leaving them in utter disarray. Potions and equipment littered the Shadowmoon Forest, while screams rose one after another from every direction.
During those two months, she often sat lost in thought at the Star-Picking Palace. When Yan Wuwei was there, she was like a chatterbox: once opened, she could not be closed, and she would prattle on endlessly. Yet whenever he left, she would simply stare blankly at some distant spot.
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He wore only the lower half of a steel battle suit. He spread his legs and walked forward, though with some difficulty. The equipment still needed further improvement.
On the other side of the city, the Mountain Ape Bandit Group was also preparing to withdraw with the goods they had stolen. At the crossroads where they had entered, they discovered that Shaben Langmore of the Ten Regicides was still waiting for them.
“Ding Yuan, are you kidding me? When has my sister ever been afraid? Let me tell you, we’re a team. Sister An used to be our team’s ADC!” I shouted. I was not wrong, either. After all, our team’s first ADC had been An Jie.
“Only one’s own strength is true strength!” He constantly reminded himself of this and transformed it into spiritual nourishment, the force that supported him as he continued moving forward.
Liu Yunfei instinctively knocked Han Chen’s hand away, but a bone-searing heat immediately surged into his arm. With a cry of pain, Liu Yunfei recoiled as if electrocuted. Han Chen seized the Two Realms Ring and the Storage Ring, then struck Liu Yunfei with another palm, sending him sprawling to the ground.
Foergun did not use any martial technique. He Lingfeng’s sudden attack should have inflicted severe wounds, but the meridians in his arm had been bitten by the Star Soul, impairing the circulation of his true force. As a result, the technique’s power was barely enough to force Foergun back.
His speed doubled with every increase in cultivation. Han Chen flashed before the man as though teleporting, and the power of three meridian wheels erupted simultaneously. A fist filled with the primordial force of heaven and earth smashed straight into his face.
It seemed that I needed to spend more time with Wu You and bind his heart to mine. That was the right thing to do.
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