Volume 1, Chapter 33: Furthermore, Martial Achievements Shine (Part II)

However, through his meticulous deployment and planning, he slowly succeeded. Many like-minded people began to gather around him; naturally, they were all young, ambitious, and idealistic, destined to become the new masters of the Long family.

However, as soon as He Yu finished speaking, the other guards could not help but widen their eyes, immediately rushing to verify the news.

Thus, Yan Kuang became the loser of this collision between the two. The fiery energy on his fist shattered and dissipated, and the scarlet, iron-like Yingxue Sword pierced directly into his fist. The terrifying battle aura erupted, causing the muscles of his right arm to rupture and the tendons to detach, leaving behind nothing but a skeletal arm.

Upon arriving at the destination, Zhang Yu and the others were truly shocked. The place was teeming with people; there were quite a lot of them. The village had few inhabitants to begin with, and everyone was usually busy with their own affairs, staying home all day recently, so they hadn't seen such a crowd in a long time.

Watching the pair of lovers fly away hand in hand, Lin Yang felt no annoyance at being abandoned; instead, he smiled.

Taking the newspaper and seeing the striking headline and content, Zhang Yu could not help but frown.

Ling Feng placed the Patriarch’s Token into the seal slot of the ancient bronze gate and forcefully twisted the locking mechanism to open it.

Behind him, the old ghost, along with the lights and the camera-wielding ghost, hurriedly flew up to follow. Ma Tiao and the others also ran out quickly to give chase.

As soon as he sat down, he put on his headphones and began listening to music, appearing to have no intention of communicating with her.

Even though the other party was handing him silver with a beaming smile, he felt a suffocating tightness in his chest; the pain was so intense that he couldn't catch his breath and nearly fainted.

The path to the top is a blood-soaked one. To succeed, one must possess what others do not. When the Demon Sect approached him, Chen Hong agreed without hesitation; this was Chen Hong’s chosen path.

The people in the city seemed to have been awakened by the glow of the fire, one after another opening their windows to observe.

After Wan Lifang died, the house became much colder. He grew to dislike returning home, leaving many matters to be handled by others on his behalf.

Now that he was being targeted by Si Ziyi, he estimated that he wouldn't have many good days left. If he didn't take revenge now, he would truly never have another chance. Hao Zai clutched his eyes, then forced them open.

He couldn't quite fathom what Huo Chenghua was thinking. Knowing the relationship between Gu Man and Gu Xicheng, he still allowed Gu Xicheng to appear before Gu Man to pick her up—what was Gu Man supposed to think?

Qing Long’s handsome brows furrowed. Even so, he remained as ethereal and elegant as a figure in a painting, unlike the busy, mundane mortals of this world.

"You monster!" one of the thugs pointed at Qin Feng, his pupils filled with terror as he looked at the man who resembled a bloodied corpse.

Ye Bai continued forward. No matter how thick the mist became, it could obstruct his sight, but it could not obstruct his footsteps.

For the four of them, this day's outing was merely about sightseeing, taking pictures, and learning about local customs; as for anything significant, they really didn't feel they had gained much.

奶奶 (Grandmother) smiled with satisfaction as she urged Chen Xu to offer New Year greetings to everyone they met, earning unanimous praise... When Chen Xu woke up, it was already dusk. When he went out to prepare dinner, he saw Han Yidao reheating leftovers from lunch.

After speaking, Pei Zhiyan weighed the silver in his hand, tossed it high into the air, caught it, and tucked it away. The landscape painting of the autumn mountains west of the capital that he had doodled in his childhood was actually mistaken for a replica of a treasure belonging to the Earl of Anning, but that was a secret known only to him.

I said the word almost subconsciously, and the feeling was foreign to me. Given my situation, I would at most say "okay" or "fine," but never "yes."

After chopping the vegetables, Yan Ruomeng tested the temperature of the wok, added oil and vegetables, stir-fried them until seven-tenths cooked, then added oyster sauce and starch slurry, continuing to toss the mixture.

Regarding dormitory assignments, Chiyou Igarashi was unexpectedly assigned to the same room as Phoenix Byodoin.

"I'm finished. You heard my inner thoughts. You, you, you unfilial son! I have no hope left!" Pei Yuanbao couldn't be bothered to argue with him and returned to his room to sit down.

After all, the Sanjue Sect had been established for the shortest time among the top ten sects. In terms of foundation, it was indeed somewhat weaker compared to the others.

Just as Wang Yuetian felt amazed, and perhaps even a bit disdainful, at Mo Jingyun’s display, a violent cold wind blew across the summit of the Vast Mountain.

Atobe did not expect that this senior, who had always been gentle and sometimes a bit eccentric, could be so strong.

Suddenly, I felt that Master Zhao’s temperament was truly remarkable. An old man stood before him claiming to be his grandfather’s grandfather, and he didn't even get angry.

Xiao Ning immediately stopped moving. Getting stuck in a swamp and struggling aimlessly is a foolish act.

The fatty didn't say a word and took out his miraculous device. Ever since he brought out that metal sphere last time, Nie Tian’s spiritual sense had been unable to detect him.

She wanted to constantly remind Mo Jinsheng that if it weren't for her, he would not be alive in this world today.

"You destroyed my body?!" The voice emanating from that dark crystal likely belonged to a soul entity spontaneously catalyzed by immense power. Perhaps no one else would be as reckless as Lin Li in destroying such easily obtainable power.

Because this car had been driven to another region, it would take some time to retrieve the dashcam footage.

"Chief! Are we just going to watch as they sink our ships?" the tribesmen of Poluo Village cried out in agony.

Descending all the way, they finally reached the lowest level of the Martial Venerable Tower. The lowest level is always the most miserable world; the cruelty of the upper worlds eventually trickles down layer by layer, and here, all the accumulated suffering from above erupts completely. The lowest world must always endure the ultimate pain.