47 Blasphemy 23

In fact, the old monk had felt that something was amiss here for a while, but he had been struggling to pinpoint exactly what it was, unable to put his finger on it immediately.

"Why would I want your life? I saved your life, I'm not taking it. But there really is a matter right now for you to handle, consider it repaying the favor," the old monk said with a twitch of his brows and a wink.

Two tens of thousands of people tightly surrounded Luo Ran layer upon layer. In an instant, magical arrows rained down overwhelmingly. Ye Gucheng and the butcher Bai Qi stopped in their tracks with sneers. They possessed the absolute confidence that no matter how formidable a person might be, such an onslaught would instantly kill them in a single strike.

Kaiser possessed very well-rounded abilities and could be considered a star player, but he still fell short of the standard of a super-star.

After stating his purpose to the bellhop, he was invited into the VIP lounge. Soon after, the tailor hurried out, and upon seeing Danier, stepped forward to give her a warm hug.

"What is your army budget?" Luo Ran tried his best to appear composed, but the muscles on his face still twitched violently a few times.

Danier didn't answer, but instead teased him with a playful smile, extending her other hand to let a drop of honey fall onto the back of her hand.

If she went into seclusion as she said, Qu Xingguo's identity would also become a problem. Should Yunyun temporarily take her place, or should they simply announce that Qu Xingguo had encountered a bottleneck in the Heavenly Realm and gone into seclusion?

"A lot of people were watching back then; he was probably just too shy to act otherwise!" Zheng Bainai smiled after pondering for a moment. After all, when Bai Hui threw away the scarf right in front of her, she had merely smiled, turned around, and walked straight away. As for what happened afterward, she didn't care to know at all.

"F... Flat-chested?" Veins instantly popped up on Ying Mengmei's forehead, and every single hair on her two tails stood on end.

Jiang Yanan shifted her gaze away, thinking to herself that this big pervert seemed to be genuinely angry this time.

After Lu Yu refined these medicinal pills, he gave some of them to Yang Yuxiang and the others. After all, the purpose of Lu Yu refining such pills in the first place was to give those around him some form of defense when faced with unexpected dangers.

Since the Senior Divine Dragon has already left, why doesn't Senior return to the Heavenly Saint Sect together with me? That way we can look out for one another, and at the same time, Senior can contribute a portion of your strength to the entire world.

With a leap into the air, his body hovered mid-air as a cold flash gleamed from the Wind Demon Sword in his hand. In an instant, countless illusions flickered, and within a dozen-meter radius of Ye Cheng on the wide street, everything transformed into the sword domain space of Beyond the Heavens Flying Immortal.

Ye Cheng bent forward, supporting his body with both hands, his torso curving like an arch bridge to dodge the orc's club attack. Feeling the bone staff sweep past, the wind stirred up by its immense force made Ye Cheng feel even his facial skin trembling, filling his heart with utter shock.

Holding the five-jiao coin in his hand, Liu Jinhu was left between laughter and tears, never expecting such a bizarre thing to happen to him.

However, when the chopped-off corners detached from the main body of the stone and fell to the ground, they instantly transformed into ordinary black rocks with nothing unusual about them.

His vital essence and magical power rapidly fused into one. "Beel!" the Mountain Deity shouted sharply, driving this stream of magical power—golden yet threaded with faint traces of blood—directly into the Golden Dragon's head.

In this day and age, who besides that bunch from the Blood-Winged Clan could possibly deserve to be called a bird-man? It must be Wang Ning leading the forces of the Blood-Winged Clan who has arrived.

The Universal Group had usurped over seventy percent of the Yang family's industries, yet their most fundamental assets still remained in the hands of the lingering, gasping Yang family.

Feng Yun stood frozen in place, his scalp tingling with dread, yet after waiting for a long time, he did not hear the Immortal Venerable's icy voice.

Xiao Huifeng's backing vocal group was the number one in the country and exceptionally powerful; even without Xiao Huifeng singing lead, the musical accompaniment remained extraordinarily beautiful.

Since this so-called talisman was so important to Felix, it wouldn't be right to make him take it off again.

Yet this matter was actually discovered by Qiao Shufang; having slipped up, Qin Limin found out about it as well.

Zhang Ziming's Aurora Bar had actually been cooperating with the He family all along. Although the cooperation wasn't terribly deep, almost every Aurora Bar had a He family hotel located nearby.

Yet this elderly man remained entirely composed, appearing completely unconcerned by the gazes of the crowd, as he instead gazed coldly toward Du Hailou.

Gripping the door handle and intending to push it open, she found that the door was bolted from the inside, clearly guarded against her on purpose.

As for Mo Beihan's entire head, it was cleaved inward by a single palm strike, split neatly into left and right halves with the palm as the dividing line.

"So is this the cause of death?" Wu Tian would never believe that Lao Si, who had crawled his way out of a pile of corpses, could be frightened to death so terribly by anything.

"This wind is wrong..." the Soul Rester and Tan Lingxuan asked in unison, their eyebrows furrowed in suspicion. After speaking, the two exchanged a glance.

Then he would also possess the ability to annihilate all those cold-blooded assassins sealed away within the space of the second episode's world.

"Alas! What a pity, this hundred-match undefeated streak has just been ended by someone like this!" After Luo Xiao left, the black-robed elder who had presided over the battle wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled helplessly, and shook his head.

Hearing this, Hu Zhenbang lifted the tent flap to look inside, only to see Yelv Aoshuang fast asleep amidst the crimson brocade quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks, her starry eyes tightly closed, her cheeks slightly flushed, and her breathing light and steady.

They were ordinary folks, not authoritative figures, which was why journalists and media outlets had never reported on them.

Because everyone knew that showing mercy to an enemy was cruelty to oneself. It seemed those pleasure houses were quite interesting after all; he simply loved playing games with such formidable experts to truly enjoy the thrill.

Climbing seven flights of stairs, she finally reached her front door. Dai Yi wiped the sweat from her brow, holding her chest as she panted for a long while.

She discovered that Tang Rong had actually pulled over a stool and was sitting right there in the backyard, pressing her hands against her knees, resting her chin in her hands with a gloomy expression, as if lost in some unknown thoughts.

"When a Sacred Dao Supreme fuses with the Dao, they can destroy a Sacred Supreme. If someone who transcends the Sacred Dao Supreme fuses with the Dao... No wonder Qing Tian said that his eldest brother obtained Pangu's Dao Fruit, giving him the ability to contend with the Demon God Hongjun." The eight demon gods let out a breath, their expressions filled with shock.

Han Qiqing was snapped back to her senses by an icy voice. The night breeze blew across her face with a chilling sharpness, and she instinctively wiped her cheek, only to realize that she had been crying without even knowing when it started.