Chapter 59

"Has not Patron Qin already helped you? Was the matter not satisfactorily resolved?" Master Muxin glanced at Qin Feng.

Only Cen Jiang, who had served by his side for many years, knew that the more terrified the emperor felt within, the more extraordinarily calm he would pretend to be on the surface. Years of baptism in political maneuvering had turned this reaction into his habit. Whenever a moment of crisis arrived, the Heaven-Bestowed Emperor would unconsciously fall silent, using a calmness surpassing that of ordinary people to mask a fear surpassing that of ordinary people.

To his knowledge, there were simply not many poisons in the world capable of causing someone to draw their last breath in under the blink of an eye, and poisons capable of instantly killing a powerhouse at the peak of the Seventh Heaven realm were virtually nonexistent.

As for the beings born after the chaos and before the splitting of the heavens, they could only be called primordial beings.

Could the fixed number not mean that everything under the heavenly dao is like a painting already painted, while the variable means that this painting is fluid, with certain parts constantly changing?

Ning Feng felt so warm and comfortable right now. It felt as though he had been sleeping for a very long time, though his bones and limbs currently felt as if they had rusted over. Yet, Ning Feng was all the more reluctant to open his eyes.

The giant wolf seemed to understand Stinger's words, letting out a soft whine from its throat before quietly lying down beside him and closing its eyes.

"The Marquis has been afflicted with emotional poison. This poison can only be administered through daily routines—the clothes worn, the meals eaten, the wine drunk... You have always been responsible for the Marquis's food, clothing, housing, and travel. If not for your dereliction of duty, how would the Marquis have been poisoned?" Chuxiu stated the facts in a deep voice.

As time passed, by evening, Bai Wei, who had been unconscious all afternoon, finally slowly woke up.

When she first met him, she had lost her voice. Yet sometimes, with just a single expression or a single gesture, he could understand her meaning and know what she wanted to say. This was also the true essence of the words "knowing speech."

That being said, Zhao Yaning still took a step forward, dribbled past Agbor, and charged toward the penalty area. However, right after he bypassed the defensive midfielder, Mexès rushed over, blocking Zhao Yaning's path. His movements were somewhat fierce, and when Zhao Yaning retreated a step, Mexès immediately pressed against him, relentlessly applying close pressure in an attempt to snatch the ball away.

"Unclear. When they heard I was hungry, they fled in a scramble. Could it be that the Beast of 666 recorded in the Bible likes to eat human flesh?" I comforted my starved, flattened stomach with my hand and said helplessly.

Jiuyin's "display of might" lacked any flashy techniques; it was merely a calm roar. Yet the people from the eleven major sects were all experts. Compared to those fancy gimmicks, such a direct display of strength was instead the best method of intimidation. By revealing one's true strength, everyone would have a clear judgment in their minds.

This kind of waiting was agonizingly long, because you had no idea when it would end. After spending what felt like a hundred years in seconds that dragged like years, Liu Ruoxu disappeared from Feng Xiaoxiao's sight.

At this moment, she was trembling all over, terrified and scared out of her wits—how could she possibly remain calm in the face of danger and perform at her normal level?

If it really was that journalist who was so skilled at playing hide-and-seek secretly manipulating all this, and he could evade the pursuit of the entire F while also resisting my magic to use electricity within my sphere of influence, then he might well be one of the Holy Disciples.

It was just a pity that neither Nan Xinghun nor Situ Weiyang were truly super-tycoons from major powers. Renting a place like that could be said to have been indirectly caused by Feng Qinglang. Consequently, they failed to overwhelmingly force the Wang family to bow, and ended up being tied up instead.

Contending for the Realm was shouting until his face was red and his neck was thick, stopping just short of jumping up and down. Yet people just kept on shouting what they wanted and hawking what they pleased. The farmers' market beneath the city wall was still teeming with infinite vitality, leaving Luoluo to marvel in wonder.

To be honest, expecting Luoluo's clever brain—which could calculate a seven-digit multiplication in a second—to compute something as ethereal and illusory as "fate" was truly asking far too much. Furthermore, this was merely a random pretext the other party had found, so she was naturally all the more unable to derive any factual, theoretical results.

The third person to be killed was Xingyun. Xingyun and Anying fancied themselves invincible under heaven with their combined twin whips, and thus completely disregarded the assassin in black. As a result, while they were eating at a restaurant once, Xingyun went downstairs alone to pay the bill and was struck down right in front of the counter.

She blinked her eyes as the giant tree behind her cracked loudly, and she heard the sound of it crashing down. Her whole body was burning hot, and she was about to strip off her clothes piece by piece; her throat felt parched. Surrounded by black smoke behind her, the miserable cries of animals echoed endlessly. The two of them walked forward swiftly and unevenly, only to catch sight of a huge cliff.

King Yama was somewhat excited; even though he had never fought a demon spirit, the strength of the demon spirit made him feel incomparably thrilled.

At the thought of food, Zhang Qingyang immediately felt his stomach rumble like a drum, and saliva inadvertently escaped from the corner of his mouth.

The Demon camp had suffered a rout, something Luo and the others had never expected. What was even more unexpected to them was why the Demon camp only had the seventh elder, Zhuli, and the fifth elder, Monkey—these two demon venerables—while the other old demons had vanished without a trace?

Upon seeing that Lord Cai before him was so considerate, the middle-aged man was truly quite startled, looking at him in disbelief, as if there was something strange on his face.