32 An Excess of Anomalies

Objectively speaking, I harbor a sliver of admiration for Zhang Mu; at the very least, he dared to perform actions I would never touch. I could never bring myself to plunge a dagger into my own heart. Whether I might reach that point in the future, I cannot say, but I certainly lack that courage now.

"Ten thousand years of sealing have still failed to grind away the malice in your heart." Tang Tian stared at the Nine Nether Ancient Underworld Flame, a faint voice slowly emanating from his lips, carrying an underlying pressure that compelled all things in heaven and earth to submit.

Sang Ruo also received the vial of intelligence potion. It was a deep, oceanic blue, smelling oddly of burnt rust, with bubble-like particulates floating inside. After a brief inspection, he tilted his head back and downed the entire contents.

By now, on the leaderboard manifested by the fireworks, Demon King Lancier’s name had slipped past the top dozen, falling sharply.

"How is this possible?" Seeing Chen Tian’s calm expression, the middle-aged man was stunned. Could it be that his aura had no effect on this youth?

"Old friend, what’s suddenly possessed you to want to go to such a terrifying place?" Yuan Bu-zui asked, finally turning serious.

Yang Daozhi was a master of painting; to this day, stories persist of the tigers he painted leaping off the silk and vanishing.

Sang Ruo instantly felt the armies of the Nightmare Space using his location in reality to triangulate the coordinates of his territory.

As an executive director of an entertainment agency, even with An Liang’s friendly demeanor, Song Qian and the others couldn't help but feel a bit reserved.

This old fellow really is something—pushing himself this hard at his age. Couldn't he just go through the motions and do the bare minimum?

Amidst our playful banter, the soup was finally brought to the table. I couldn't help but take a deep breath; it was exactly the flavor I had been craving.

The servant who had been speaking wanted to ask something else, but upon seeing the person behind her, she immediately covered her mouth and hurried away.

Chen Tianlei understood clearly that the future would be an era of technology, and thus, a war of technology.

It seemed certain that Zhou Lin had heard Lin Ya was going to interview him, which was why he had sent Shao Yunna to find him.

Every word she spoke was meant to demonstrate how much Lu Tingshen cared for Ji Yan, but at this moment, these were the last things she wanted to hear.

In just a few short days, the Central Plains martial arts world suffered another catastrophic upheaval. Nameless, Bu Jingyun, and Nie Feng, upon learning the news about the Emperor, began their journey toward Lingyun Cave.

I laughed defiantly. "Even if I can't have that man, I will tell you exactly what his temper and personality are like. It isn't you I hate, but Lu Yan," I stated with absolute conviction.

Ji Yan was startled by Mother Lu’s sudden appearance and, almost subconsciously, locked her phone screen, terrified that she might have seen something.

Ding Yuan was wracking his brain over this matter; he had to keep track of Gu Mingxiu’s every move.

The future belongs to the young, after all; when one gets older, it becomes difficult to keep pace with the times.

The Huaxia army moved quietly toward the edge of the forest, only to find many people waiting outside—far more than the number of those who had entered.

She had been locked away, which was likely beyond her expectations, but things having reached this point, there was nothing she could do.

Yi’s eyelids twitched violently. He could not understand how Chu Xiu dared to strike while the hostage was still in his hands.

Xiang Yu felt his stamina beginning to wane. This "clinging to the leg" tactic was infuriating, and the real problem was that he didn't want to resort to killing.

Just as I expected, the moment the divine pillow appeared, his eyes glowed with greed. He bent low to inspect it carefully, stroking it while speaking with a grave expression.

Seeing Shen Yugui enter, Zhao Huisheng’s eyes filled with concern as he shook his head, his meaning cryptic.

This had become the daily routine of the Party and Government Office. Ever since Gao Hongfei took over as director, Chang Pingwei had been at constant odds with him.

Audrich did not show much disappointment. On one hand, he arranged for medical checks for the audience; on the other, he kept a close eye on the progress of the tournament.

Old Wolf took a deep breath. It did not know what had happened; in the vast Golden City, it was the only one of the ancient gods and powerhouses left alive.

In the blink of an eye, he had floored three people. The sight left everyone, including Xu Qiang, in shock. Was this really just a teacher?

Hearing Qian Yu’s words, Black Cloud couldn't help but re-examine him. Realizing Qian Yu was a Six-Star Martial Emperor, a trace of surprise flickered across his face.

Looking at those kneeling on the ground, a fine layer of sweat beaded on Zhong Nanxing’s forehead.

Consequently, some chose to head to the palace, while others went to the cells designated for cultivators. They were all confidants of Qing Yazi, having received secret instructions not to let Li Qinglong leave Zhaoge.

Turning around, he saw Wei Kaisheng’s face deathly pale, his breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps as he lay dying.

After all, this had come so suddenly. Although Li Xin knew nothing had actually happened between Xiu Hanxi and Fang Rong, she still felt deeply unsettled.

With what appeared to be a casual thrust, one sword transformed into ten thousand, all aimed at the blood bats in the sky ahead.

For the resource-poor Land of Rain, the supplies in the Cloud Ninja camp were nothing short of a massive treasure trove.

Among them were a dozen people from the City Lord’s mansion, but Ji Qingting wouldn't say a word. Their attempt on Wang Tianling’s life meant they deserved their fate. Expecting to seek justice after failing to kill someone and being countered? That was out of the question.

David slipped into Professor Guo’s laboratory, just as the professor was launching a new research project.

Source stone after source stone crumbled into powder. It was not until only one hundred remained that Jiang Feng finally stopped.

With their current capabilities, it was impossible for them to leave the desolate planet alone; they were completely cut off from the world.

As he spoke, under Tao Tiancheng’s puzzled gaze, Qin Yibai recounted the Qi family’s attempt to meddle in the northern province’s trade routes and destroy the Qian family. The old man cursed in a rage, more convinced than ever that the events unfolding around him were tied to the Qi family.