Volume 1, Chapter 36: The Five-City Joint Examination

He plunged his hand directly into his own chest, extracted his still-pulsating emerald heart, and placed it within this human-shaped puzzle.

Yun Xingyan raised a hand to shield his eyes from the blinding sun, struggling to resist it all, yet no matter what he did, it seemed futile. Uncertain of the path ahead, he drifted like a headless fly, guided only by intuition. He truly wondered how long this life would continue.

Sister Stephanie belonged to the latter category; she underwent a second bloodline awakening at the age of ten and was designated by Andrei as a primary candidate for the family succession.

Qin Zhi answered stiffly, wishing he could slap himself. He had left the house in such a hurry—he wondered if his hairstyle looked sharp today.

For a time, the Red Fire Guard Ants were trapped in a predicament by such an offensive. The larger the Red Fire Ant, the slower its movement. Faced with the agile, versatile tongue and sharp claws of the Flame-Horned Giant Lizard, they were at a disadvantage.

During this time, the heavenly water touched him in intermittent, soft pulses. After a few occurrences, Yuan Shiyi discovered that the water was landing precisely on his mouth, saving him the effort of searching for it. Eventually, he simply lay in the darkness, eyes closed, hands spread, mouth open, waiting for the heavenly water.

Who would have thought such mysteries were hidden within an ordinary-looking Taoist temple? Lin Hui sat cross-legged; although he no longer feared the inexplicable pressure, the pain from his body, stripped of all cultivation, was unbearable. Only by sitting quietly before the immortal statue did he feel no pressure from the sculpture, as if he were engaged in a discussion of the Dao.

"Remember that." Everyone understood that Lady Mangzhong was speaking of Shang Wan'er. Although Shang Wan'er had spent almost the entire year in the imperial palace accompanying Xuanyuan Chenghua, and the household staff rarely saw her, everyone in the manor knew the master had a sworn younger sister.

Xia Qianyu feigned a look of terror, using her blood-stained body and wounds as proof to silently illustrate just how powerful that black-robed figure had been.

A massive stone hammer struck the beast's head. The tremendous inertia caused the monster to tilt backward and fall into the darkness. The giant hands let go, and as it collapsed to the ground, every orc felt the earth tremble.

The third brother loaded Ma Xiaodan and me into the car. I held her; she was ice-cold, her heartbeat incredibly faint. That bullet was lodged in her back—I feared... her life was in grave danger. Tears blurred my vision, and as one drop fell upon her face, she lay in my arms, silent as a statue.

Self-inflicted injury just to mount a desperate counterattack—I never expected the third brother to have such resolve and courage; I underestimated him! Shangguan Changzhi sighed inwardly with regret.

Do not be fooled by Xia Wanyu’s usual arrogance and her ability to command the winds and rain; when she truly conceived a child she desired, all her usual rationality and certainty were long ago tossed to the winds, lost in the rhythm of our intimacy.

However, how did this force, which had always resided at the eastern end of the Primordial Continent, dedicated to fighting the Soul Clan and even the Spirit Clan, arrive at the northern end? One must realize that the northern end of the Primordial Continent was quite unstable at this time.

In truth, one only needs to consider the formidable means of the God of Space and Time, who could forcibly pull him back from the jaws of death—a feat performed while the god was severely wounded. It is hard to imagine the true extent of the power he possessed at the height of his prime.

The Eleventh Middle School was an academy for geniuses and the wealthy. Zeng Wei asked himself if recouping one hundred thousand yuan was simple enough. Thus, he set up this trap, going so far as to conceal a disciplinary assembly from the entire school just to prevent Chen Tiansheng from fleeing.

"Don't worry, the Japanese aren't very smart. Cunning, perhaps, but no matter how cunning, they are still just foxes, and a fox can never defeat a hunter," Chen Tiansheng said confidently.

At this moment, the sky was just beginning to brighten. Wan Yi had guessed correctly; the place where they swam out was indeed East Lake.

Subsequently, the world was plunged into war. The thirty-six paths of smoke and dust and the seventy-two rebel kings nearly slaughtered the entire population. Even after the Li Tang dynasty ascended to the throne, there was no peace. Every generation of imperial succession was filled with bloodshed, and before long, the dynasty was replaced by the "Wu Zhou." The chaos of the palace spread to the common people, and naturally, nothing good came of it.

Raul looked at this seemingly young Dark King before him, feeling an indescribable sensation. He had expected a dignified old man, not a young man with such a cunning appearance.

Xie Yan'er watched the two lovebirds from the side, and seeing the sweet smile on Mo Qiuqi's face, she felt she could finally stop worrying about her.

In reality, Cha Qinluo’s heart was pounding with excitement. It was precisely because she was so excited that she blinked her eyes, wanting to confirm it once more.

Indignant at being molested and resentful that Xiu had abandoned her halfway, Shen Yanxiao hung upside down from a tree branch, grumbling for a while before leaping nimbly to the ground, landing steadily.

After praising the four and rewarding each with a spiritual treasure, instructing them to cultivate diligently and avoid trouble, Yuanshi announced he was entering seclusion once again.

They incited others to attack the Star-Shattering Palace in the Barren Lands, while they looked on with cold eyes, never offering a helping hand.

Hecate's laughter was strange and unpleasant, sounding like both crying and laughing. Seeing Diana listless, as if she had given up resistance, she raised her sword and struck.

Xiao Yuanzhu’s face had grown thinner, his chin sharp, his lips devoid of any color. As the weather grew warmer, even Feng Qiao, who was always sensitive to the cold, had shed two layers of padded jackets, yet Xiao Yuanzhu remained bundled up tightly.

If not for the timely command of Yue Fei and the fact that Yanhuang Territory's military players were distributed throughout every level of the army to quell the chaos, this battle might have become a laughingstock ruined by their own people.

In his impression, superheroes were simply too easy to deceive. It was true that their strength was formidable, but they were all overly naive. The facts proved his prediction correct; the Flash's good reputation had helped him, and the superheroes opposite had indeed taken the bait.

He had practiced martial arts since childhood and excelled in swordsmanship. Mature beyond his years, he had already reached the high realm of the third tier of Body Refining before his Soul Inscription awakening. He had once ventured alone into the beast-ridden Black Wing Mountains to train and returned alive—a legend upon his return.

The White Jade Taoist slowly recounted that earth-shattering event frozen in the dust of history, that immortal golden age carved out by an immortal sword immortal, one strike after another.