Chapter 52: Poison Tang's Soul-Devouring Poison? The Flame Emperor's Miraculous Hands Break the Poison!

Zhu Youjian gazed at the young Daoist priest, a surge of intense disgust and fury welling up in his heart.

He felt as though the other person were a complete madman, utterly devoid of humanity and reason.

Even with corpses, he still...

And to accomplish this mission, Ansheng would also have to give it his all, even risking his life, so that there would be a possibility of forcing out Nadal's full strength.

This season, the Spurs' points scored through pick-and-rolls were also ranked 24th in the league, very far behind. This statistic gave many fans and media outlets an excuse to attack Chuyang.

Originally, this was not the time for the Dragon King Festival, but ever since the news spread that an incarnation of the Dragon King had descended to the mortal realm, aside from those specific matters, the entire ocean had become peaceful. Whenever the fishermen went out to sea, as long as they burned a stick of incense at the Dragon King Temple before departure, they would always return with a full load of fish.

Gu Mingyuan had originally said he would accompany her, but the county issued a notice for a meeting, so he went back to Beishangou that afternoon.

Although it was already close to the dragon form, possessing the majesty and some characteristics of a dragon, when all was said and done, it still could not be truly considered a dragon and still needed to undergo tribulation. In other words, slaying such a monster could not be considered fighting against the darlings of heaven and earth.

As for why Ansheng attached such importance to it, the key lay in his desire to use this match to test his methods and approaches for adjusting his competitive state.

However, Qiu Yun did not answer immediately. His gaze swept over Zhao Lan. Seeing the other party quickly bypass the question she had asked and instead transition into a "work state," it was naturally not difficult for Qiu Yun to guess her "mental journey."

Although shocked by Chuyang's performance, none of the players on Team James forgot that the game was still going on. However, after the free throw was made, the score gap between the two teams had returned to 5 points.

In fact, as soon as the two exchanged blows, Liu Ruoxue gained the upper hand. Relying on her own formidable swordsmanship cultivation, Liu Ruoxue forcibly made up for the gap in strength between them, keeping Lü Dongbin suppressed the entire time.

Yet in truth, Ansheng's receiving and serving quality was still insufficient and fundamentally unable to cause any impact on Tim's subsequent attacks.

There were still a few days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Du Heng had been locked in the room by Zhao Shinan for half a month. Every time Zhao Shinan came back, he was merely indifferent, asking nothing as he rested in the outer room. Sometimes Du Heng found some pretext to speak with him, but he would respond half-heartedly. For a time, Du Heng did not know where to untie the knot, so she simply remained indifferent as well.

The Liu family's fist technique differed from Choy Li Fut and the Mok family's fist technique; aside from the Liu family's staff being famous in the southern region, their bridge-hands and Liu family's stances were also a unique marvel in the southern martial arts world.

Looking at his parents, Lin Wu felt the sense of sorrow he had just felt being diluted quite a bit. Having not seen them for a few years, he felt that his parents had aged a great deal more, with many white hairs appearing at their temples.

I sat in front of the piano, my fingertips touching the black and white keys, all my strength concentrated on the tips of my ten fingers, feeling as though even my heart could tremble.

The dinner location was set at a French restaurant. Lan Xuan and Lu Jingzhong sat in a rather prominent position, while I and A Lin sat at a spot not far away.

Looking into my eyes, Zhao Yijing showed a trace of tremor, then curved his lips into a smile, sat down at the dining table, and slowly drank.

Luo Yiyi's cool and sharp gaze suddenly swept towards Jing Zhichen. Although she knew this was for the best—as long as she played her cards right, she could get close to Jing Zhichen in the shortest possible time and win his complete trust—she could not suppress the urge to resist deep down in her heart.

Seeing Lin Wu kick a stout man flying with a single kick, Xie Yina and the other two were instantly dumbfounded. They exchanged an incredulous look, then hurriedly followed Lin Wu and ran outside, truly wanting to see with their own eyes how Lin Wu taught those scumbags and hooligans a lesson.

I pulled away my lips, feeling as though my face had burned into a furnace. At that very moment, two flickers of fire ignited in Lu Jingzhong's eyes, and he leaned down to kiss me heavily.

"You're the one who saw a ghost!" I patted my chest, truly a false alarm. My nerves could no longer withstand any more fright; if I were scared again, I would surely become mentally ill.

Thinking of how she had finally managed to have such an opportunity to spend time with her senior, only for it to be ruined by this man, Miao Miao was so angry that smoke was practically coming out of her facial features.

"I know, you can get lost." As soon as An Ran said these words, Baili Mingyu's foot, just about to leave, caught on the threshold, and he fell flat on his face in a most ungraceful manner.

Murong Qingran locked her brows tightly, her phoenix-like eyes staring fixedly at the man collapsed on the ground. A waterfall of black hair draped over his face, obscuring his original features. Two glaring pools of bright red stained the ground. He kept struggling, trying to get up and continue running, but lacking the strength, he stopped moving altogether after a short while.

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Empress." The five imperial concubines rose once more, offering a respectful bow to Murong Qingran.

This man was simply too inexplicable! Why did he always make her follow him around? Could it be that he was afraid she would run away?

"Swish, swish, swish!" Just at that moment, a dozen figures dressed in black with masked faces darted out from the surroundings, holding curved sabers and looking eager for a fight.

My legs felt somewhat weak. Although I hadn't seen how he killed people, being able to knock down a large group in such a short time showed just how ferocious he had been moments ago.

"How to coax..." Fu Yiming couldn't help but swallow hard, subconsciously raising his head to glance toward the direction of the door.

The moment the dust cleared, a set of unused radio equipment in a box was revealed before his eyes.

"If that is the case, since this Ghost Underworld Star is condensed from the corpses of numerous realm-origin powerhouses, the lingering souls of those surviving realm-origin powerhouses on this planet will relentlessly slaughter all of us here." Yixiang thought to himself along these lines.

As Yifan and the others walked toward the side forest, several eerie black shadows exchanged glances, let out a few jeering laughs, and then plunged into the woods, vanishing from sight.

"Everyone, those who haven't made up your minds yet, please choose now. Later on, I need to discuss important matters with Commander Zhao, and it is not suitable for outsiders to disturb us." Yang Chen was already issuing his final ultimatum, giving everyone one last chance.

Wang Zhipeng was deliberately speaking harsh words. To provide Bifeisi with a safe environment was actually very simple; he only needed to send her into the Zhipeng Clan and he could retire with merit. However, Wang Zhipeng did not want to do this. After all, Bifeisi was an unadulterated member of the beast clan, and sending her into the Zhipeng Clan would surely provoke countless gossiping tongues.

Dragon Elder had never told Yixiang, fearing that once Yixiang knew, he would never use the soul power within the Myriad Soul Arts again. Recovering soul power afterward would be considerably slower, which was extremely disadvantageous in battle.

Lan Qingyue patrolled the entire camp once, and the doubt in her heart grew even heavier. She had no choice but to summon the military surgeon who had been riding in the same saddle as Ling Qixuan these past few days, ordering him to describe in detail the situation of the recent days.