Volume 1, Chapter 58: My Man? I Find Him Filthy!

Ying Wuyi's struggle intensified, for these memories were painful, reflecting his most shadowy and dark side. Yet he could not stop the invasion of that vapor. The futility of his struggles had already taken a toll on his spirit, and the thread of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth was proof of his agony.

Liu Yiming's words came entirely from the bottom of his heart; he truly did not wish to become entangled in any further disputes.

Lantern Daoist of the Clan of Enlightenment transitioned from Taoism to Buddhism and became Dipankara Buddha, the Buddha of the Past among the Three Ages Buddhas—with Shakyamuni Buddha as the Buddha of the Present and Maitreya Buddha as the Buddha of the Future.

"With Hans to assist me, why should I fear failing to crush a formidable enemy?" Watching Hans's departing back, Severus could not help feeling immensely proud.

By this time, the treasures of the Wu clan had been nearly exhausted by the previous temporal crystals and the forging of the flags for the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods Fiend Formation. Left with no other choice, they had to bring out this trump-card holy artifact in hopes of saving the Ancestral Witch's life.

It was not until another rumble of thunder echoed across the sky that everyone realized the white lightning had passed and the black lightning was imminent. The churning clouds were pitch black, and what was already an intensely oppressive atmosphere became even heavier now.

A single stone stirred a thousand ripples. While Qin Haoran's earlier words had left things ambiguous, Mu Qingqing's meaning was now abundantly clear, and naturally, some would refuse to accept it.

This retort left Cai Lihe completely speechless. He could only continue controlling his werewolf to attack the jungle monsters in the wild area, not daring to utter another sound.

A huge, muffled explosion, resembling the detonation of gunpowder, instantly reverberated through the surroundings, echoing far and wide.

"Oh my! You are so annoying!" Qing'er was deeply enamored with Zhao Feng. Far from being angry at his actions, she felt a surge of sweet delight instead.

Realizing that Feng Xuanzu was walking over, Feng Shihand smiled at the corner of his mouth, set Anyiqian down, and let her lean against his arms, maintaining his usual calm demeanor.

For the better part of the year, Qi Niang had been harboring a grievance. Aside from observing basic courtesies, she had barely spoken to Madam Wen.

Afterward, they made Zhang Tiegen sit on the living room sofa and began a joint interrogation, bombarding him with a multitude of questions.

"Zhang Tiegen, who the hell do you think you are? Do you really believe everyone in Tiannan City has to bow to your every whim?! You are far too arrogant!" Wang Sha raged.

"Despicable! Shameless!" General Yamamoto trembled all over with fury. Being backstabbed by the Germans didn't make him feel humiliated; instead, it filled him with rage. The joint offensive against the United States by Japan and Germany was supposed to be a fair competition where each seized as much territory as their own abilities permitted.

At around ten o'clock that night, a telegram from the Southeast Mobile Corps arrived in the hands of Lieutenant General Tang Qiuchuan, the commander-in-chief of the Cross-Sea Campaign Headquarters. Qiuchuan read Ma Zhaoyang's telegram several times carefully, set it down, and fell into deep contemplation.

The Japanese reconnaissance plane circled once and flew back, evidently having spotted a valuable target.

No one ever dared to pin Huanhuan's illness on Lu Luo again. Even if such suspicions lingered in their hearts, they would never dare mention them to Yan Cheng.

"Hello, is this Qingming? I'm Yining's father. I'd like to talk to you about Guyang's situation," a voice said over the phone.

Perhaps because the Fusang man heavily wounded by Zhang Tiegen just moments earlier had managed to flee back to the villa and alert his accomplices, waking all the other Fusang occupants, the villa instantly lit up with blazing lights.

A resounding slap landed on Baili Yurui's face, instantly leaving five distinct red finger marks on her delicate, jade-white cheek.

He was a sensible man. As long as the commander made this friend, he would no longer indulge this grandson. Ouyang Ning knew his grandchild had grown somewhat wild but lacked the time to discipline him, while Long Jianfei understood the delicate balance of their grandfather-grandson relationship, seeing no need to invite unnecessary trouble for himself.

Yu Weiyan smiled, though her heart still gave an involuntary twitch. Could it be that she had somehow ended up in a brothel?

"It is boiled, but the porridge has become a mush. Master told me to take this pot back and cook it anew," Red Boy said.

The air fell quiet for a moment. The afternoon wind blew gently in the high altitude, contrasting sharply with the distant chaos far below.

The opponent fighting Long Jianfei was a burly giant holding the title of Wrestling King. Standing two meters tall, he towered a full two heads above Long Jianfei. His body was packed with solid muscle and tattooed from head to toe, save for his face, wearing a ferocious expression that was terrifying to behold.

Just moments ago, Wang Yougui had come up the mountain to speak with Fang Zheng about the development of the cold bamboo down in the village, even though Fang Zheng had always maintained that the villagers of One-Finger Village had full autonomy over it.

Huo Wuyi spread his arms and leaped lightly into the air with the grace of a spreading-winged crane. He kicked forward with his left foot straight at Lingxiaozi's face, while his right hand formed a blade-like gesture, slashing toward his opponent's left shoulder.

"Tiandu Country?" Hearing this long-familiar name, Xuanyue felt a thin mist well up in her eyes. After so many years, had she finally returned to this familiar place?

Li Zhichen leaped straight across, yet still caught no sign of Lonely Changhen. The ground was covered in a carpet of black leaves, and the terrain sloped increasingly upward. Li Zhichen sprinted forward as the surrounding black-wood forest gradually thinned, leaving only a sparse few trees right before him.

The host glanced at the lonely old man sitting by himself on the sofa and sighed inwardly, thinking it was fortunate they at least left one for him.

Consequently, the name above his head turned red, accompanied by a new title: " Heinous Villain."

Of course, compared to Liliana, the socially adept Erica could prove exceptionally troublesome in certain matters.

Fengran's body had not fully recovered. If A Lin used assigning Fengran to a mission as an excuse, Wanwan would surely object.

Seizing upon this, those ghostly ministers pushed their luck further, demanding that the Ghost King relax the review system for ghostly officials and establish an even more meticulous administrative hierarchy.

Shortly after, the green grass sprouted seeds, which then burst open and scattered across the earth. Those few blades of grass gradually withered and dried up.