Volume 1, Chapter 57: Where Did You Get the Audacity

"Keep killing them! Every time they regenerate, they consume a portion of their spiritual essence! As long as we keep killing them, their spiritual essence will eventually be exhausted!" With that, Jiang Yi flicked his wrist, using a single spear to pierce through three blazing beasts like candied haws. Without a doubt, these flaming beasts dissolved into fire and were reborn from the ashes.

The burly black man was bare-chested, wearing only a tiger-skin skirt around his waist, and was barefoot. His skin was glossy black, and even his eyes gleamed with a dark light, with only his teeth flashing a startlingly brilliant white.

Li Zhuoyun silently took out the ring he had prepared. The diamond ring was as large as a pigeon's egg, almost blinding everyone with its brilliance.

Only now, seeing that silver-masked figure—who had wiped out the life and primordial spirit of the Great Joy Bodhisattva with a single sword—approach the camp gates, did she suddenly achieve complete enlightenment.

In fact, after such a long period of close contact, coupled with Li Jing's meticulous care and gentle treatment, even if Qin Zhao's heart were made of ice, his attitude toward Li Jing had undergone a subtle change.

"Could this Xu Yang be faking sleep?" the Golden-Purple Demon Scorpion pondered inwardly, using one of its claws to vigorously shake Xu Yang's shoulder.

"Everyone, have you all seen the official social media post of the Morality Sect?" asked a pale, tall, and slender young man dressed in a white formal suit, holding a wine glass as he spoke to several youths beside him.

After unleashing the Dragon Flame, although Jiang Huairen encountered the resistance of the cold current, the effect was excellent, and the cold current was slowly melted away. Jiang Huairen constantly maintained this level of power, slowly wearing down the cold current. This was a battle of attrition; whoever persisted until the very end would be the victor.

Jiang Yi did not even raise an eyelid. He gave a slight nod and waved his hand, signaling that he could scram.

Ye Xiu's style of doing things was either not to make a promise at all, but once he promised someone to do something, he would go all out and try his best to achieve the best possible result.

Suddenly, the already dilapidated grand hall collapsed with a deafening roar, and a massive dark shadow soared into the sky.

Suddenly, a dense barrage of laser beams shot out from the mountain forest—they had been discovered. "Not good!" Princess Cletis rapidly climbed upwards. Simon followed closely at the princess's speed.

Lian Shaokang crossed his arms, sizing her up with vigilance. His tightly pressed lips revealed the sharp aura he typically displayed when facing others.

Moreover, he certainly knew the inside story of the various tribes beyond the frontier, but his words were not without purpose; rather, they were meant to advocate for peace. Even if these three were not part of the decision-making circle, he needed to make them understand that the Ming Dynasty desired peace, and that all tribes equally required peace.

Ruoxi staggered backward in fright, but Wang Yu did not pursue her; instead, he simply raised his eyes to look at the fellow called Elder Zhuge.

Staring at the dense cluster of red dots on the radar, Jin Wu swallowed hard and silently prayed that his Imperial Father could hold on a little longer.

In the blink of an eye, the Genesis appeared above the Oriental Pearl Tower. The place was no longer what it used to be, riddled with craters and devoid of a single intact patch of ground. The entire area had been bombed beyond recognition, blasted straight down to its foundations.

Mere power of this scale was already enough to make Wang Yu sigh in admiration, let alone attempting to wield such power himself.

The people behind me are the true pillars of my inner circle. At our level, victories are not won by sheer numbers.

Lian Shaokang went to handle the hospital admission procedures for Grandpa Lian. In his mind, the glaring red light above the emergency room and the scene of Grandpa Lian falling at home kept flashing repeatedly.

Clutching his mobile phone, he stood right against the wall. Although he still wore a fierce expression, he did not dare to advance recklessly again.

Thirty-three miles of river water was hurled forth in an instant. Li Dangxin's expression remained serene, looking as though he were not tossing away river water, but rather like an ordinary village blacksmith swinging a hammer.

The twenty players who performed the best would, upon passing an evaluation to meet the camp's entry conditions, receive fully sponsored training from the Sonal Youth Academy.

Rocks shattered on the Demon-Slaying Terrace. Had Qi Xuanzhen not previously drawn a mountain-鎮 sealing talisman upon the peak, the mountain would likely have split apart completely long ago.

The duration of a song is not long—just over four minutes. Lin Fan led the other four teammates through the entire performance, perfectly capturing the atmosphere and artistic conception of the song. At the very end, he executed a gorgeous vocal run for a flawless conclusion. Far from dragging the performance down, his overall display featured numerous brilliant highlights.

Emerging first was the head coach of the Lakers, Phil Jackson—the Zen Master—whose hands could no longer fit all of his championship rings.

He hurried over to the laundry basket and, disregarding everything else, prepared to grab any pair of pants and slip them on first.

Flying Snow had rushed out too hastily and had not brought her sword. Wielding only her sleeves, with every wave, she swept away volleys of arrows.

With an icy expression and no further words, he simply gazed at Brother Gou and his gang with a look that was playful yet tinged with darkness.

Under such circumstances, public safety across the various territories had indeed improved significantly. These Trainers strictly obeyed local laws in each territory and refused to violate them easily. Coupled with the Trainers' assistance in maintaining law and order, the safety of the territories had vastly increased.

Had she not consumed the ginseng fruit, whether she could still survive would be a major question mark. Right now, her demonic core was still in the middle of rebuilding, leaving her delicate and weak—how could she possibly be a match for these men?

The original residents of Guangling City on the ground heard a voice speaking near their ears and instantly raised their heads to look up.

Legend had it that a wisp of the residual soul of the Three Creation Gods was sealed within the statue. Prior to this, however, it had merely been a legend passed down through the mouths of successive High Priests.