Chapter 25: He Became Irritated

"This is a sacred place of Buddhism; it would be improper to resort to violence here..." Sizhen leaned in and whispered a few words into Jianning's ear.

Zhuang Wangu could not be bothered with these trivial matters and began to stroll along the river. Nezha, bored while waiting to witness the spectacle of the Flat Peach Banquet, followed Zhuang Wangu along the Silver River. It was a magnificent river, its waters surging and vast as the sea, with tiny points of starlight shimmering throughout the currents.

In the Heavenly Court, at the Chess Pavilion, the Daoist Ancestor Hongjun and the Demon Ancestor Luohou were engaged in a match, each holding black and white pieces respectively, watching as three great dragons entangled in a life-or-death struggle on the board. The white dragon of Daoist Ancestor Hongjun was being jointly besieged by the black dragon of Demon Ancestor Luohou and the gray dragon of Li Song, finding itself in a precarious position.

"In truth, this speech of mine is a fulfillment of the vow I made three years ago," Princess Becky said, slowly organizing her thoughts.

Chen Mohan nodded mechanically, gathered her discarded clothes, and walked out of the bathroom on wobbly legs.

There is a common saying in official circles: Do not bully the old, but never bully the young! Zhao Zhengce was only in his early twenties, yet he possessed such deep shrewdness; given time, it was impossible to easily predict how far he might go.

"So what? Wendell Wood, the divine artifact is now one with me. What does it matter if you have reached the divine rank?! With the divine power of the Tear of Gaia, there is nothing you can do to me!" the elf sneered.

And so, with one minute left before the end of the workday, I shut down my computer, clutched my bag in my hand, and sat there waiting idly.

After falling into the water, I realized that even in such a sweltering summer, the water in the pool was so icy that I could not help but shiver as I became fully submerged.

Moreover, for a time, the only person capable of controlling this berserker state was Wudi. Whether it was the method to induce berserker rage in ordinary Orkin warriors or the way to restore these semi-berserked Orkin warriors to their normal state, Wudi alone held the secret.

A purely rational person would have agreed without hesitation. After all, as things stood, Tang Yan was far more outstanding than Du Bian, possessing true renown across the land. Du Bian, meanwhile, was practically a novice fresh out of the starting village; it would take immense effort to cultivate his future, and at any moment, a mistake could ruin everything.

"Whoosh," a soft sound followed as a flash of crimson flame darted past. By the time the flames vanished, the ground had been swept clean once again.

Struck by her, the man fell to his knees instantly, terrified of provoking her further, and dared not act out again.

Tong Zixuan waved his hand, signaling them to retreat and not be reckless. Helpless, the others could only suppress their fury, glaring at him as if they could kill him with their eyes.

Looking at that sweet smile, Feng Tianlin was reminded of his younger sister from his previous life. That year, she had contracted leukemia and, unable to find a suitable bone marrow donor, she eventually lost all her hair and died in his arms.

However, the man in the suit remained smiling throughout. Only when they passed a toy store did he ask Long Mengting if she wanted any toys, as she seemed to take a liking to them.

But the situation now was completely different—the Xia family had become fugitives, having long since vanished without a trace.

No matter how powerful she was, she was merely ranked in the bottom fifty of the Heaven List. Could she really dare to go against the Spirit Life Sect?

This fellow was the type who never visited unless he had a purpose! For him to come to my quarters today, it certainly boded no good.

After thinking for a long while, Chen Feng exerted force in his hand, crushing the bead into powder, which then scattered into the wind and fell to the ground. Afterward, Chen Feng quietly opened the door and, under the cover of night, slipped toward the direction of Houming Lake.

Shen Jiannan, pulling Flower Butterfly along, followed closely behind Shangguan Wuhun. After navigating several rugged turns, they finally escaped the wretched place that was the Red Beauty Sect. After a while, seeing that they were far enough away, they stopped.

As the leader of the four great guardian deities of the Yunxiao Continent, Liu Tuo bore the destiny of the common survival of the entire world on his shoulders.

Mu Fengye gradually felt hot under the warm air of the heater, so he took off his coat and hung it on the rack.

Before long, Chen Feng arrived at the so-called Houming Lake. Because Guan Pei'an was a deacon of the Guan family and known for his exceptionally harsh nature, he was not well-liked, and thus, few people ever visited this place.

Moreover, this was not something that could be explained in a few moments, so it was better to leave it for a later time to explain clearly.

Yang Jian could no longer care about such things; he grabbed the wild boar with one hand and clutched the clothes at Meng's waist with the other.

Regrettably, there were few living people left on the field. The volley of crossbow bolts had killed countless men, and even among those who survived, the only ones capable of speech now were Ren Xiaoyao and Baili Xiao. As for Shen Jiannan's side, it was impossible to hear what she was saying.

Ye Zhu did not think much of the Crane Daoist's strength, but that did not mean he considered him useless. In fact, the Crane Daoist's appearance, descending from the sky, had genuinely surprised Ye Zhu at the time.

The cocoon continued to absorb the surging spiritual essence of heaven and earth gathered by the great formation. Even though Ye Zhu kept tossing spiritual herbs and treasures—including things like the twenty-three-year lotus—into his mouth, his external aura failed to recover, continuing to weaken slowly but steadily without pause.

Only then did Lu Yingzhao realize he was covered in sweat; it turned out Ke Jia had been using him as a sweat rag just now.

Passing by the outer wall of the nearest stadium, a figure in training shoes quietly departed. Watching that fleeting shadow, Qin Mu gave a contemptuous smile. "Take the bait. Tonight, let's see how big a fish we can hook."