Volume One, Chapter 29: Those Who Cling to Old Affection Always End Up Suffering

Deprived of the light around her, Sheria could naturally no longer see a thing; this sophisticated light-manipulation technique served as ample proof of Gloria’s formidable command over the element of light.

The group vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving the man who had been so displeased earlier utterly frustrated. He had been on the verge of uprooting the Ximen family entirely, and even if she was a seductive enchantress, he was determined to make his move. Though he might not be able to kill her, he could seize this opportunity to publicly declare Ximen Kuang a traitor, thereby allowing him to execute the entire Ximen clan to the ninth degree of kinship.

"Heh, honestly, if we were to face the Lanchester Academy in a team battle, we wouldn't have much of a chance," Ou Ruier said with blunt honesty.

With a single shot, six or seven soldiers leaped out in succession, throwing themselves in front of Sun Yiming.

"Brother Hua, can you show a little ambition? Look at Brother Ma, look at Brother Da—they are about your age, and you..." Lei Wenwen’s tone was filled with exasperation, as if she were mourning his lack of resolve.

Although Li Yongle was wealthy, he was still happy to perform an act that allowed him to pick up a hundred thousand with a mere bow. He looked forward to seeing the expression on this "sucker" once he realized he’d been had.

A humming dragon’s roar emanated from the Seven-Star Blade. The precious sword trembled slightly, shaking off the layer of frost that had gathered on its surface. Ever since the physical body of the Flame Dragon soul had collapsed, leaving only its spirit behind, a physical form had become its dream and sole objective.

"You’re far too easily satisfied. You’d risk your life just for a chance to drive a luxury car? Your sense of integrity is truly pathetic."

Liang Pengfei looked at Murong Yi and asked; in terms of combat strength, he was the only one capable of standing against them.

The moment the move was launched, Jia Zimin instantly erected a circular barrier of light to shield himself. Even if he were blinded by wine and lust, he knew that this was a moment of life and death.

Hearing Gao Zhenyin’s words, Li Yan understood his meaning perfectly. They were looking for a stake; without one, they wouldn’t have come, and they might as well call the whole thing off.

All of this was merely Chen Yang’s own conjecture. Whether things would actually play out according to his plot remained to be seen; he would have to take it one step at a time.

Once he stood firm, he could bear the strain no longer; with a surge of force in his legs, he scrambled back onto the shore. His legs below the knees remained a horrific, gory mess, but fortunately, a green orb of light drifted down from above to aid in his recovery.

Don’t let Left Scar-Eye’s current arrogance deceive you—the way he bullies others and collects protection money makes him look impressive, but that is only because he hasn't encountered anyone of status or true power. Right now, for instance, he could only cower and listen to Li Yan’s angry roar.

Tonghua looked outside anxiously, and upon seeing Heluo climb in through the window, she let out a sigh of relief. Outside the door, Madam Du was still knocking, calling out Heluo’s name.

Upon hearing that her son’s job might be at risk, Li Fengying, who had initially been unwilling to cooperate, had no choice but to compromise.

"Find out who visited Cilin District this afternoon, and who went to Chen Yanling’s house. Screen them all and bring them to me!" Lin Fan’s voice was icy and bone-chilling; even through the phone, Lord Beile could sense the boundless murderous intent.

Before long, another person stepped onto the stage to challenge. Though they hadn't reached the level of a general, they managed to hold their own against Yang Ping for a considerable time before excitedly reporting to Lin Fan, covered in wounds.

The three souls are the Master Soul, the Perception Soul, and the Life Soul; the seven spirits are joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hatred, and desire. The Fire Demon had sealed her soul, but not her spirits. Therefore, they could first gather the seven spirits, and once that was done, they would have the leverage to negotiate with the Fire Demon.

Everyone was roaring and cursing. The mettle that a man should never lose, even in death, had vanished just like that.

His grandfather had lost his son in his middle age, a pain so profound that had it not been for his father and mother holding things together at home, he likely would have collapsed long ago. Those years were arduous and painful, yet his grandparents had persevered, watching over his elder brother, his second brother, and him.

Just then, the real Zhao Xinrui got out of bed and, accompanied by Gu Xin, walked downstairs and went straight to An Jin.

While touched, Liu Yan also felt that her mother should apologize to Uncle Xiong Yanhua so that the two could reconcile.

The final sound came from an old man sitting in the very front, who looked to be in his fifties; his lewd appearance was enough to make one nauseous.

"Young Master Xiang, did he just say how much this wine is worth?" Could he still be asleep and hallucinating?

An Jin looked toward the center of the second row ahead; the figure had turned around, and in the dim light, An Jin could clearly make out the person's face.

Ning Jinyan noticed the wheelchair beside the sofa and glanced at the towel draped over Grandpa Yang’s legs, naturally guessing that there was something wrong with them.

In truth, she didn't care what others thought of her. But it still hurt her heart to see fans stop liking her, or even grow to hate her, because of a few stray words. Yet, when she saw the message from Brother Jinyan, the pain suddenly vanished.

The system space was vast, and Ling Yun’s consciousness floated within it, feeling as though he were physically present.

Number 8’s Force ability was flame control; he was well-versed in combustion and eruptions. Although he hadn't grasped this new form of Force before, he had been only a thin veil away. The desperation of his situation forced him to break through that barrier.

She could guess Ning Chaoge’s intentions. Rather than letting this matter become a noose around her neck, it would be better to leverage her status as Ning Zhiyuan’s wife to leave him with nothing to say.

At the same time, Olina, Audaya, and Agnes all reacted instantly. None of them chose to evade; even Olina and Agnes, the mages, chose to face the challenge head-on without hesitation.

It was precisely because she understood that, as she looked at the dust-covered laborers working diligently without any protective gear, her heart was filled with pity and regret.

As the four "civil servants" from the Heavenly Mystery Mansion approached the tree, Ling Yun, on the other side, finally could no longer restrain himself and revealed his presence.

The Soul-Devouring Pearl was now in Lan Mengmeng’s hands, but Ye Feng did not know if the Gloom Ghost was truly inside. Strangely, the Joy Ghost had not appeared either. Could it be that the Gloom Ghost was not in the pearl, or did the Joy Ghost not know the pearl was in Ye Feng’s possession?

Beside Wu Daofu, Xiao Xiurong, who served as his strategist, had just finished reminding Wu Daofu to issue the order. At the same time, he raised his monocular telescope and scanned the sea, observing the movements on the water with great care.

The Blessed Land was indeed divine; Su Jinling had only spent a short while in the vicinity before she began to reap its benefits. And she was not the only one—the internal energy he had depleted over the past few days was suddenly restored.