Volume 1, Chapter 25: Her Sin

All attacks launched by the fighters against Iori Yagami were absorbed by him and then dispersed into the air from behind. If he were a complete immortal deity, these energies would form a shadow behind him, counterattacking the enemies in unison.

Countless heavenly flames burst forth from the sky, splashing wildly. Those flames that were not immediately severed by the sealing talisman struck the protective barrier with great force, causing it to tremble.

“If you want to live, get lost quickly, and watch your foul mouth. If a single word of today’s events leaks out, not even the Heavenly King himself can save you,” Lin Mo said, tidying up the aftermath.

Listening to the hissing sound of her hair burning in the fire, she felt a surge of bitter self-pity. Once in the prime of her youth at twenty-three, now she already bore premature white hair.

Soon, a luxurious hotel would set up an outdoor arena at its entrance, preparing four shocking quarterfinal matches for KOF that would astonish the world.

Feng Hua’s gaze never left Ruoxin’s face. Hearing her cold, emotionless address, a complex expression flickered across his refined brows.

Since arriving at the imperial capital, I had Tian Dashan look after Nagato, intending to use him against Zhu Wushuang. Yet, my primary aim was to ensure that the prime minister’s son wouldn’t live too comfortably.

Nassa’s insect swarm, along with their hatchery, was torn apart by Xie Yeyu’s locust horde. The insect corpses were not wasted; Xie Yeyu had the locusts drag them into the corruption pool, converting them into energy for recycling.

Recalling that strange yet vaguely familiar sensation, Zhao Jincheng closed his eyes and shook his head.

“Let’s go.” Liu Mingxiu picked up his luggage and looked down gently at Han Shui’er with a tender smile.

Setting aside the rat’s motives for now, who was the one secretly sabotaging them? Could there really be someone beyond my understanding over there?

Behind Li Nan, scattered zombies pursued relentlessly, while Li Dapeng raised his other arm, swinging a climbing pickaxe to fend them off and buy time.

Liuhuo and another were invited to a corner of the grand hall. Though spacious, each table was separated by abundant greenery and small streams running along the floor, creating a strong sense of space.

They had repeatedly sought protection from Tong Lei and other senior figures, hoping to regain supreme control over Tianya Manor. However, during an attempted coup, someone leaked information, which Shi Fei discovered.

The speaker was a young man in his twenties, dressed in a luxurious blue robe, wearing three or four large gemstone rings that faintly pulsed with vital energy.

“I will give Liu Mo a perfect wedding. No one can stop it.” Including the blessings from her family, who had always opposed her union with Liu Mo, but once she arrived, nothing else mattered.

Wang Peng stood behind Pan Guangnian, sizing up the man who threatened to arrest them. He guessed him to be Liu Xibei, chief of the Dongjiang City Public Security Bureau.

Jiu Huang’s words were cleverly chosen, praising Emperor Zhao Yun as a wise ruler.

Xia Zixuan remained calm, continuously channeling the Pangu Dao Scripture, his mind immersed within. Behind him, a divine ring appeared; one ancient character shimmered with light — the “Jie” seal, specializing in primal spirit cultivation.

It was a painting of a beauty gazing at the moon. Though she was enchanting beyond measure, her eyes revealed a sorrowful melancholy. Tears traced down her cheeks, making her appear all the more delicate and moving.

“Master,” though Mu Xuefu was faintly angered, Jin Lu remained undeterred, trying to persuade her.

Below, the crowd howled excitedly, uncaring of reasons. If the boss commanded it, they would act. Fighting and raiding were their favorite pastimes.

“I apologize for startling you.” Jiang Chen felt the atmosphere shift and quickly withdrew his aura.

Suddenly, the sky darkened as if something was obscuring it. Lin Tian looked up and saw a dense, murky cloud spreading from afar. It was more smoke than cloud, shrouding the sky. Blue flashes flickered within, like lightning.

He had thought such a shop wouldn’t contain many rare heavenly relics, but everything before him was treasure—some exceedingly rare in the heavens, almost impossible to obtain even with countless chaotic spiritual veins.

Though Zhang Wuwang lacked extensive combat experience, he understood one principle well: no matter how helpless he felt, he must not stand still and be defeated. So, just as Song Jun’s sword neared his protective aura, his Thirteen Clouded Sword technique transformed into another sword art.

The two great beasts thought so, especially upon seeing the grand hall atop Tianshu Peak. The place was thick with Dao traces, terrifying beyond measure—particularly for their kind. They dared not act recklessly.

They were not here to provoke, but to inquire about my injury. My heart skipped a beat. Could there be a problem with my wound?

The only flaw was the vehicle’s boxy shape, reflecting a rugged off-road style that didn’t quite suit a road SUV.

Another clang of metal rang out as the Zheng He’s hull was struck again. Gu Samazi was thrown to the ground once more, a large bump swelling on his head.

“All right, I expect you’ll lose a lot in the first match. I’ll bet one million first. If you win, we split the money. If you can, try to make it a tough win, so we can continue next time,” Chang Xingyan instructed.