Chapter 21

"Don't listen to his nonsense. Who has ever heard of a man marrying a man!" I shamelessly denied.

Helian Cheng pressed forward step by step. A long sword materialized in his hand, infused with spiritual energy, and he slashed it toward Ye Qinglan.

Xiang Lei and I crouched by the window of Zhou Ling's room, peeking inside through a crack in the glass. A faint sliver of light emanated from within.

"Hmph, you stubborn wretch! Today I'll show you what happens to busybodies!" Seeing that his cover was blown, Guard Li no longer bothered to exchange pleasantries with Yu Wei. Instead, he launched a relentless onslaught against her, every single move vicious and lethal. It was clear he had no intention of stopping until Yu Wei was dead.

As I walked along, I suddenly spotted a shoe on the ground. I went over and picked it up. It was a leather shoe, resembling the tall boots worn by the old warlords of the Republican era. The sight of it reminded me of the old feng shui geomancer and grave robber Yang Gongming had mentioned earlier; it was quite possible this shoe belonged to him.

He was sent to the provincial industrial school for specialized advanced training. Seeing that I was entirely unimpressed, he changed his tack. "It's only natural, since you spend all your time buried in the workshop and aren't very familiar with the personnel on the accounting line."

"Come, sit up here. Master Ma is the guest of honor today." I modestly declined, saying, "This is where leaders sit."

Time ticked away second by second. When they came up, the sun had just peeked over the horizon, and now it was already hanging high in the far reaches of the sky.

Mufeng Zhuo beside me had already woken up. Seeing that I was awake, he shifted his body slightly. My hog-like sleeping posture had surely worn him out.

The wealthy second-generation heir, Zhao Xuan, looked as though his eyes were about to pop out of his head. Could this death bus possibly be that advanced? Did it operate on modern-day autonomous driving?

She had never appeared in any timeline in the past, which also meant it was impossible to forecast her future achievements.

The seemingly invincible angel descent avatar had finally encountered an opponent worthy of a match. Countless ogres charged forward wave after wave, braving innumerable falling boulders and suddenly erupting ground spikes, climbing onto the body of the rock giant and frantically tearing it apart.

Huang Xuanling had a favorable impression of this man. Last time he offended Liu Xianlong, the other cultivators simply watched from afar, and only this Feng Jianfeng had the kindness to come and warn him.

Just like ancient mages enslaving water elementals to fight for them, in today's era of severed ancient magic traditions, all these signs were as ancient as myth.

"To repel external threats, we must first pacify internal conflicts!" Saint Lord Qingcang glanced sideways and said.

Glaring fiercely around him, his eyes swept over Ye Zhi-qiu, who stood there with a gentle smile while holding a deeply suspicious weapon of mass destruction. He couldn't help but roar, and driven by agitation and panic, he rushed straight toward the suspect.

That large bucket of water weighed easily over a hundred pounds. If it were the old Huang Xuanling, he certainly wouldn't have been able to lift it so effortlessly. But now, the weight of this bucket of water was nothing to Huang Xuanling.

"Then what's going on with him? What on earth is he?" Lin Chen pointed at the "himself" and asked.

General Kai, the terrorist leader, displayed a look of sheer terror for the very first time at the camp's final line of defense. He simply could not believe that the airplanes, tanks, artillery, and heavy weaponry he trusted most were rendered as utterly useless as mere toys when facing these four supernatural players.

"Go!" With that, Ming Hanfeng whispered something softly into Er Hei's ear. Then, before Er Hei could resist, he flicked his wrist and directly hurled Er Hei into the Earth Heart Spirit Spring.

Ever since the Western Sea tore countless sea creatures to pieces, every battle he fought seemed to plunge him into a state of obsession. He was gradually losing himself, intoxicated by power and submitting to bestial instincts.

If one day the demon race could walk beneath the sunlight without having to struggle for survival in the cracks of the world, perhaps there would be far fewer truly wicked demons.

Xiniu Hezhou is the foundational territory of Buddhism! Hongjun cared little if it was destroyed, but Jieyin and Zhunti were unwilling, so they descended into the chaos to fight their decisive battle there.

The bodyguards looked in astonishment at the gradually descending outside world. It was the first time in their lives they had witnessed such a spectacle, and they thought to themselves: As expected of the captain! Her strength is truly formidable.

If it were her, and the one who died like that was Feng Lianyi... perhaps she would turn her back upon the entire world.

Illumi stared blankly at his own palm, which had snapped straight off after being slapped. Slowly, he raised his head to look at the irritating blind man before him. It was already infuriating enough that he had been flirting back and forth with Killua earlier, and now he was here causing trouble again.

Among them, the Southern Barbarians, a tribe that had fought the Dayu Dynasty for hundreds of years, had experienced countless ups and downs, suffering defeats more times than they could count, yet they had never been truly conquered.

Cang Luochen thought to herself: Surely King Li isn't planning to pick himself up right where he fell? After suffering such a disastrous defeat in the kitchen last time, he wanted to try it all over again?

"I'm starving, starving." Leileizi was even more honest. "How wonderful it is not to have to cook for oneself!" Eating pre-made food felt like a dream come true to him; every other time they recorded a show, he always had to cook the meals himself.

She navigated the familiar paths to state her purpose to the welcoming disciple, and then familiarly led Du Ziguicai to sit down in the front parlor.

"This." Zhang Lei produced a black waist token. That disciple stepped forward, reaching out a hand to take it and inspect it.

Zhang Bai's confidant, Song Wu, drew his sword and charged at Ma Zhong. Seeing someone take the lead, the other Qin soldiers also raised their weapons against Ma Zhong.

"Fine then, let's say you've convinced me. By the way, is your Illusory Dream Realm really that powerful? How about I go in and try it out later too?" Zhan Beiye asked Feng Yuansheng thoughtfully from the side.

Ling Lingqi interrupted Muji. "Muji, if we are friends, you will accept my help."

Nie Rungsheng had not previously realized that acting could be so grueling. He had imagined that simply reciting lines would be a breeze, but having truly arrived on set, he deeply felt that being an actor was no easy feat. Despite looking glamorous on the outside, on set they were just ordinary working stiffs.

Gu Ming had remained silent the whole time, simply watching her rattle on quietly with an inexplicable smile lingering on his face.

"Yinglong! For how many more years will you seal me away?" the flood monster roared. Though it possessed a colossal demonic physique, it could no longer stir up any waves.

Inside the hidden door was a massive secret chamber. The surrounding walls were made of metal, lacking windows and illuminated entirely by several light bulbs.