Volume 1, Chapter 24: Getting to the Bottom of It
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Rikka estimated that, at this point in time, Celestial Being had not even found all its Gundam pilots. Armed intervention was still quite some time away.
Some had bull’s heads, some dog’s heads, and others bear’s heads. Every one of them was inhuman.
“The young master has forgiven me.” The old steward spoke happily. Though he was an old steward, in Tian Ying’s household he was no more than a slightly higher-ranking servant. Ordinary guests rarely treated him kindly, and even the young masters of the estate were not particularly patient with him.
At this moment, these two figures, born from statues through the sacrifice of living people, also carried the imposing aura of a century-long bloody battle.
The interior was not only brilliantly illuminated, but also gave the impression of standing inside a room. It was extraordinarily miraculous.
He had held the branch for half a day without drawing anything at all, merely poking the ground into an uneven mess. In the end, he had no choice but to drag Bai Yuan over to “lend a hand.”
It was not because of anything like pride. Given his relationship with Ju Hua, borrowing money from her would never have wounded his self-respect. At most, he would have felt a little embarrassed.
A thunderous boom suddenly erupted in Qing Lin’s mind, sending a tremendous shock through his soul.
Qing Lin cried out in agony at once. The terrifying force of slaughter was more than he could endure.
Such an elite arrangement made it obvious to everyone that, although Zhao Zhang had not yet been named crown prince, Zhao Yong was indeed striving to cultivate the next heir. That was probably precisely why Zhao Zhang had been permitted to attend today’s gathering. After all, this gathering was far from ordinary.
Facing the fury of the two old men, Lu Qiushi answered without the slightest fear. Beside him, a mass of black energy had already gathered in Lin Xue’s left hand.
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The last trace of hesitation vanished from Chen Han’s eyes. Like a sharp arrow, he charged into the hundred-meter-tall ceremonial archway, which was also the final barrier of the Hall of the Nine Heavens.
This was one of the plans they had prepared in advance. If the battle chariot could not provide suppressive fire, they would find a way to add another source of firepower.
Gu Busi began vomiting mouthfuls of blood in rapid succession, and even the frenzied aura in his eyes gradually faded.
“Hahaha...” Ling Yu laughed loudly several times. Xue Qing had spoken the truth. Every time Ling Yu called him, it was either to ask him to do something extremely troublesome or to inform him that yet another member of the Xue family was about to sacrifice himself in the struggle to reshuffle the balance of power.
Meanwhile, the Demon Physician had pulled away Feng Xiye’s undergarment. Wearing only a pair of briefs, he lay on the lawn. The Demon Physician’s medicine was truly extraordinary. The instant it was applied, Feng Xiye’s wound stopped bleeding, and a faint moan escaped his lips.
Xuan He had never imagined that a mighty Ancient Divine Lord would truly descend in person and come to Xiong Prefecture in search of him. If he had to face the true body of an Ancient Divine Lord, then even if he gave everything he had and employed every technique at his disposal, he might not stand the slightest chance of victory. He might not even have the chance to escape.
When he heard the ordinary-looking, honest-faced fat man at the door claim that he was the geomancer surnamed Lu from the telephone call, he was even more disappointed.
“Teng Long, don’t push it!” Yue Tianfeng said coldly. Yet the meaning behind his words already contained a hint of retreat.
Although intense baleful energy filled the Demon God Palace, the other types of aura were naturally much weaker. However, after this freezing technique was used, the yin energy hidden in the darkness surfaced, and it was surprisingly no weaker than that of the outside world.
After they departed one after another, the person who possessed those eyes ultimately let out a sigh, his expression exceedingly complicated.
After Yang Jian finished speaking to the Howling Celestial Hound, he closed his eyes. It was not out of impatience, but because he could not bear to let go. To keep Yang Jian from sinking further into sorrow, the Howling Celestial Hound seized Xuan Chen by the arm and transformed into a streak of light before vanishing.
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The emotions buried deep in his heart surged upward, bringing a tingling sensation that quickly spread throughout his entire body. There was also another feeling, newly born and unlike anything in the past. It was as though he were falling in love for the second time.
He pointed at the greeting cards on the table. “There’s already more than enough of this garbage in the world. I don’t need to make any more.” With that, he turned and walked away.
Ma Ming, who had already drawn extremely close to Xu Yan, was utterly bewildered by this inexplicable sword thrust. Yet a trace of unease swept across his heart. His intuition proved correct: before he could thrust the sword in his hand toward Xu Yan, a fierce sword aura suddenly materialized out of thin air before him.
The moment Huo Jin made his suggestion, Monk Fojie immediately stopped his attack. His complexion shifted through shades of blue, red, purple, and white, leaving him looking grim and dreadful.
Yet his words gave Peng Rongyu the feeling that the Wang family was truly an extraordinary household—warm, loving, and happy. She eagerly looked forward to becoming part of it.
This seemed to be the beginning of some kind of evil ritual, though no one knew who was manipulating everything from behind the scenes.
“Has Fang Zhidong, the Wine Immortal’s eldest disciple, arrived? Come out here, you bastard! I can’t stand your master, and since I can’t find him, I’ll take my anger out on his disciple instead.” The shout came from Shi Feilong, leaving everyone utterly baffled by his outburst.
Appearing on the cover of a fashion magazine represented more than just Tang Wei’s rapidly rising fame. It also meant that her sense of style and personal charisma had won widespread recognition, marking her as a strong candidate to become the next fashion icon.
“Agreed, agreed, agreed!” Zhao Qiwu said three times in succession, his face filled with indignation. “Although our hidden family has remained out of the public eye for many years, we are not to be trifled with!” Seeing that his side was outnumbered and recognizing that the situation was unfavorable, Zhao Qiwu had no choice but to withdraw for the time being.
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