Volume One, Chapter 130: An Unintentional Act

“Yes, sir.” Upon hearing that Zhu Gaochi had given an order, Yuyan and Yujiao could only smile apologetically at Ye Ge and then turned to leave the hall.

Has Daoist Ziling died? Li Changkong withdrew his energy, staring fixedly at the bloodstain, his cultivation fully restored to the peak of the sixth level.

Weichi Mingxi said nothing in reply, discarding his tie as Pei Anna pulled him into the dance floor; he needed to let loose a little.

Blood Pagoda watched Haotian Xie jogging steadily behind the carriage not far away, smiling faintly as he spoke. Dropping the carriage window, the man in black nodded expressionlessly, flicked the reins, and the four Wind Shadow Leopards howled as they charged along the cliff’s edge toward Nie Chen and the others.

The only place he could think of was the villa where he lived, but the moment he stepped down from the carriage, the atmosphere felt off. Determined to face whatever awaited, he steeled himself and entered the living room.

Bathed in the nourishing stream of treasure energy, the golden core in Li Changkong’s dantian absorbed the aura continuously, emitting a faint golden radiance.

A Biao knew little about cultivators, but that did not hinder his understanding of such people, for ever since meeting Li Changkong in prison, he had witnessed firsthand their extraordinary abilities.

“Just make your decision!” Ling Lie said sharply before hanging up the phone. At that moment, he wanted to ignore everything and say nothing. Yet, after calming himself, he redialed the number.

“Listen to me, it’s not what you think. I didn’t avoid you on purpose today—I truly had matters to attend to. Think about it: if I could avoid you, I might evade Eleven, but not Fifteen. Why would I bother hiding?” Zhang Lilong explained.

Regardless, Hong Jun and the younger generation continued their quarrels; Buddhism and Taoism vied for political dominance; the cultivation sects pursued their own paths, while earthly empires busied themselves with their affairs.

Inside was pitch black, yet undeniably, it was another world hidden within. Azure-blue flames gathered on his left hand as he stepped forward steadily.

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It should be known that Chitong had defected from the Empire’s assassination corps. From selection through training to the commencement of missions, she had endured countless deadly trials and setbacks, yet she had come through them all unbroken.

“Here!” Qin Banruo responded promptly before leaving the hall. Liu Rui continued discussing state affairs with Xun Yu and Xun You, while Shangguan Wan’er quietly listened from the side.

“The deceased has passed on; let us offer our condolences,” the Demon Lord Chong Lou sighed deeply and approached Xiao Le, offering comfort.

Blood Song transformed into a celestial dragon! Destruction consumed his heart—nothing else mattered! He paid no heed to whether the figure before him was Karp.

“What I want to tell you is that you have been recruited into the Dark Division, the very root of it! From now on, I shall be your leader.” Danzo’s eyes were cold as he glanced at Blood Song, then at Uchiha Itachi.

No matter what she said, deep down she had to admit that these two kings before her were truly remarkable rulers.

Zhao Mengyue hesitated slightly after Yang Mi’s unwavering gaze, then respectfully greeted her.

Upon hearing his words, those standing by the clinic’s entrance moved to the roadside and sat down. Having watched the news, their excitement was uncontrollable, and they surged forward. Since the traditional medicine clinic had no dining facilities, they could only sit on the ground.

As the guardian spirit of the Arena of the Gods, it naturally could command the immense power of the arena. In an instant, a tremendous force surged from the arena into the guardian spirit’s body.

No sooner had the words fallen than the entire venue darkened, leaving only a beam of light over the auction stage.

Feng Xu was taken aback. The Spirit Gathering Pool at Nanling Academy was famous; its waters brimmed with dense spiritual energy, making cultivation within far superior to that of the Spirit Gathering Array.

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Divination was not a gift shared by all members of the Ximen family, but only the direct descendants who cultivated the Nangong family’s techniques could attain it. Yet, only the family heads of each generation could perform flawless divination.

Hao Shuang’s face suddenly darkened, his eyes blazing with fury. Boss Zhao was shocked, and upon recognizing the man, immediately lowered his head, seemingly afraid of being identified. As he said, though they ran entertainment venues, they were businessmen at heart, and their courage left much to be desired.

None of the men on shore could swim, so they shouted helplessly from the bank, unable to act.

“It was Chai Hua, a fellow named Chai Hua who caused this,” the short, stout monk reported to Leng Bing.

“Then—then just go with the guys, find some good food, and don’t worry about overeating,” Mo Xiaosheng joked with Feng Han, following Ouyang Hongxue’s lead.

“To those above, listen well: if you cease all pointless resistance and surrender the intelligence seized from Xue Miao, the Imperial Army will not make things difficult for you.”

The guests cheered and drank, but when so many people suddenly burst into the main hall, they were all taken aback. Hearing Lord Su’s words, they suddenly understood.

That punch had been thrown without gloves; if he had wielded a weapon, its power would have intensified along with his strength.

The generals hung their heads in shame, unable to meet anyone’s gaze. Gan Ning was clearly furious; after drifting at sea for over a month, anyone would grow irritable. It wasn’t as if they had never endured long ocean voyages before.