Volume 1, Chapter 38: So, You Have Already Become a Part of My Life

"Xie Zheng? Aren't you supposed to be injured?" Xu Cheng stared at the completely unscathed Xie Zheng, clearly shaken.

Wei Yi froze in shock; had Wei Yueshan not been looking at him, he wouldn't even have realized he was being addressed.

However, accompanied by a series of crisp snapping sounds, the bodies of those four-dimensional beings, along with Niu Sixiang’s own, suddenly shattered—bones breaking and flesh tearing—as they were sent flying backward into the distance.

"Is he in prison to serve time or to attend school? How can his life in jail be so comfortable?" she asked, looking at him in disbelief.

Mercy and compassion for these beasts now could ultimately result in cruelty toward one's own people.

But the way Xi'er had clung to Qing Ling earlier had truly displeased him, and her words now undoubtedly stung him deeply.

"Then the overbearing CEO would let out a wicked, cold sneer and say, 'Do you know how much this shirt you stained is worth? If you can't pay for it, you'll have to pay with your body...'" Zhao Hanru added with a laugh.

"You belong to that eighty percent of players—the ones who can make money, but not much; it’s basically just pocket money," Luo Tian said pointedly, not fearing that he might offend Wu Nan.

Having been in relationships himself, he knew this was not a normal state of romance. Either they had broken up, or he was still hopelessly stuck in the stage of unrequited love.

Unless there was a blood feud that could only end in death, no one would dare take such extreme measures.

The leveling parties at the Madras Jackal camp were too numerous. If you really wanted to snatch a boss from them, you had to resort to some extreme tactics.

However, even ordinary masters of the Soul Formation stage would rarely provoke a peak-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who had reached the limit of his realm.

Qin Yuan then stripped off his shirt, revealing a single eye on his chest. It was just as fierce and shocking, bearing a striking resemblance to Zhou Xiaohu’s python-like eye, though it was clearer, and a faint light seemed to radiate from it, piercing straight into the human heart.

He left silently. Perhaps the truth was not meant to be revealed just yet. Divine Dragon Jinchen, you must pay a price for your selfishness; it is only right that Huo Linxue does not forgive you.

Shen Die had misunderstood; she believed Chen Wei had organized this modeling contest solely to make her famous. Why else would he have specifically requested her as the host?

Qin Yuan was calculating whether or not to engage them in a direct confrontation. Rose was a genuine master of the Inedia stage; people like Ye Penglin were no match for her. Moreover, Qin Yuan and Dashan were not your average Qi Refining stage cultivators—even against an Inedia master, they had a fighting chance.

"Blade of a Hundred Battles!" Long Tian roared, swinging his great machete horizontally. The domineering blade aura shattered the blade energy of the Tooth God Lang. The force of his strike remained undiminished, slashing across toward his opponent, who leaped into the air to dodge, landing just two meters in front of Long Tian.

Chen Xi stared blankly at Ling Feng, realizing unconsciously that this smile felt strangely familiar. Blurred figures, vague shadows—who was protecting whom?

"Allen, did you come up with that Thunder combo skill all on your own?" Wood asked after listening to Allen explain the techniques behind the move.

Precisely because of this, he became even more determined not to open this chaotic barrier under any circumstances.

Although the birds took flight in alarm when Zi Qianmo and Mo Yan appeared, they did not screech or squawk, and most importantly, they didn't drop a single speck of excrement.