Volume 1, Chapter 42: Unease Still Refuses to Settle

Although the boy's words lacked rigor, upon closer reflection they held a grain of truth, yet everyone still found the notion utterly absurd.

The cyan light barrier instantly cracked with spiderweb-like fissures, followed by a sharp snap as it completely disintegrated.

With a resounding roar, the coalition forces surged forward, swiftly surrounding the Triangulum Galaxy army, and the situation reversed in an instant.

Naturally, deep within the wild zones of the myriad beasts, there were many elite teams who looked down upon mere chiliarchs and lacked the bandwidth to be distracted, focusing instead on attacking specific locations and sparing no effort to occupy the lair of a great beast.

Yet now, this old fogey showed no concern whatsoever for the two girls, and more importantly, continuously created opportunities for him, which gradually led Cao Peng to cast aside his inhibitions.

When Lu Chen walked out of the cave, the setting sun was sinking low, the horizon was painted with fiery clouds, and a gentle breeze drifted from the distant mountains, resembling a picturesque painting.

After a round of mutual astonishment, both sides fell silent. After all, what was done was done, and the most pressing task now was to carry on with the competition.

Lei Dachui was no exception; he was thoroughly drunk as well, so he needed a sound sleep, hoping only that when he woke up tomorrow, the sun would still shine bright and clear.

Cao Peng still felt a twinge of guilt in his heart, but there was no help for it; he had to do this.

Among them, the most extensive faction was the Ao family, followed by the Wang and Nalan families. As for the last one, the Nether clan, Ao Yu retained very little memory of them, knowing only that their numbers were extremely few and they generally remained aloof from worldly affairs, yet they held the supreme authority of Gathering Heaven Peak.

These people possessed no sense of basic manners, let alone Linghushuo, who barged forward like a hoodlum, shoving people aside with his shoulders all the way.

Lin Maiyi wore a wide grin as he spoke those words, and before I could make any further reaction, he leaned his entire body forward against me.

A figure emerged from the gap, its face covered in wrinkles, hair stark white, radiating a mighty aura like a towering divine mountain suppressing heaven and earth.

With that, a brilliant smile bloomed on her face. Ruan Qiqi watched her joyful expression and could not help but smile along with her.

Ruan Yuxian transformed into her human form and slowly followed behind her. Seeing her reach the riverbank, wanting to step in yet hesitating out of fear, he let out a chuckle.

A violent, turbulent aura swept across the heavens and earth, and a mere aftershock striking the ground was enough to shatter mountains and obliterate cities.

Perhaps the pressure in daily life had been too overwhelming, leading me to the point where the mere sight of Lin Maiyi made me want to cry; he was the only person worthy of my trust.

Golden light surged from Zhou Yanjun's toes all the way to the strands of his hair, and wherever the golden light passed, his wounds healed completely.

Legend had it that there resided a hermit who had witnessed the rise and fall of the industry—Wang Dalong, whose true identity remained unknown—along with a host of top-tier moguls who held the power of life and death over the entire field.

Cheng Fengyun commanded with an angry roar, his expression turning ferocious, his gaze as cold as ice, and his killing intent surging in overwhelming tides.

Originally, I had invited you over for lunch, but those three-star Michelin chefs had no free time at noon, so we had no choice but to postpone it to this evening.

This was clearly not of her own volition! Indeed, it was a disguise adopted so as not to arouse suspicion from the fellow pretending to dive. And the ultimate purpose of this masquerade was to keep me alive—which meant that everything she did was driven by a kindhearted impulse forcing her to carry it out. How exhausting and agonizing it must have been for her?

She had felt bewildered before as well, but this song had finally dispelled her doubts. Perhaps her endless waiting had all been for the sake of encountering a song like this?

To be frank, he had originally thought that bringing these items from his mother would simply add to his burden without serving the slightest purpose.

"They only 'appear' to be a formidable crowd, Professor. I believe the current situation resembles an olive: we and they are the two smaller opposing camps at either end."

Seeing Jia Zheng's face sink, she quickly added, "Even if I were willing to let him go, the Old Lady would never consent."

Jiang Changan nimbly rolled up his robes and fled into the depths of the darkness. Amidst the roaring of a ferocious beast, a colossal beastly head plunged down from the mouth of the cave ahead, tearing a yard-wide hole and blocking his path.

That person was completely wrapped in a black robe, while clutching an unknown object in his hand that emitted a burst of white light.

Seeing Dongfang Yunyang split into seven figures retreating in different directions, Guchuan Xiang, transformed into a bloody afterimage, paused slightly before raising her hands to form hand seals.

Yuan Aoque let out a fierce roar as heaven-shaking battle intent erupted from him. The muscles on his arms, adorned with beast-patterned totems, bulged to a terrifying degree. He drew his innate artifact—a mountain-cleaving great axe far larger than his own body—and smashed it toward the matrix above his head.

China had just been thinking that she would simply let Tezuka Kunoka see her back home, when Fuji Shusuke and Echizen Ryoma suddenly turned back first?

"Darling, I'm sorry." After a prolonged silence, Ian's melodious voice finally broke the quiet air, sending faint ripples across the night.

"I will marry you! I will marry you! My greatest wish in this life is to marry you and make you my wife!" Lu Wangshu repeated his promise over and over again.

As Situ Mingkong finished shouting, a bald, aged monk suddenly materialized out of thin air ahead. With his chest bared, he lifted a large bowl of wine from the ground and gulped it down in one breath. Then, with a furious roar, he hurled the heavy bowl fiercely toward the demonic might.

A vast chasm often lies between reality and expectation, sometimes differing by a myriad of miles, and such occurrences are hardly rare. There was no guarantee that history would not repeat itself in Meng Xiang's case, so her heart remained deeply anxious; at least until the final outcome fully manifested, her mind could not truly rest.

If Nan Ting were to make a move against Li Yunxi... the Li family would certainly not let the matter rest easily thereafter, and what she feared most was the adversary resorting to a desperate, mutual destruction.