Manifesting Holiness Before Mortals, Miraculous Traces Emerging!

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The scarlet ibis's fur and feathers were intact, save for its head and neck, which were marred by a series of scars that looked as though they had been carved by knives and axes. Its flesh was mangled and torn, presenting a truly miserable sight.

However, once level five wild monsters appeared, white-quality crystals gradually depreciated in value. By the time level ten monsters emerged, they were worth little more than ordinary stones.

Her melodious voice rang out with crystal clarity. Gong Yan paused in surprise for a moment, and then suddenly burst into laughter.

After speaking, Su Man carefully explained a few more details to Jiang Yuan, noting that this jade slip could be used multiple times and passed on to family members repeatedly.

"Everyone is sitting here waiting for you. Do you think that's proper?" Lu Yuan felt a particularly intense aversion toward his second son.

The eldest sister-in-law, Meng Yanan, spread her hands wide to shield the younger siblings behind her. From Ruan Yunsheng's perspective, it was clear that Meng Yanan's hands were trembling; clearly terrified herself, she was still determined to protect others.

The rest of them also wore grim, ferocious smiles. Su Qin was dressed in drab, dusty garments, instantly betraying his rustic, countryside origins.

Secondly, in the eighth year of the Zhenzong Xiangfu era, a massive fire broke out in the imperial palace, consuming nearly half of the entire complex. Although it was subsequently rebuilt and repaired, many areas remained in ruins, and signs of devastation were commonplace.

Watching the pampered young scions still sighing and showing reluctance, Cai You imperceptibly curled his lip.

Floating suspended in mid-air, Jiang Yuan seemed to have suffered some kind of heavy blow, causing his previously solid soul to flicker and blur for a moment.

Ma Yi awkwardly scratched the back of his head. "I... well, I came to see you today actually to tell you something... I've killed Feng Yihua." With that, he stealthily observed the bureau chief's expression, only to be deeply disappointed, as the chief's face did not show the slightest change, as if he had already anticipated the outcome.

Watching his own arm subjected to continuous torment, the Boss buried beneath the soil could finally hold back no longer. With a furious roar, his entire body gradually broke free from the earth, and his true form was finally exposed to Qu Bo's field of vision.

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The general manager wore a grim expression and began to speak in a grave tone. However, right at that moment, the door to the conference room was violently pushed open. The general manager abruptly cut off his words, turning toward the entrance with a look of pleasant surprise. I and the others simultaneously turned our heads toward the door to see what had happened.

Seeing such a prompt appear, Qu Bo was utterly speechless. Having finally caught up to the King of Thieves, a direct strike with his blade had failed to deal even a single point of damage—it was truly humiliating.

As the night grew deeper, the primeval forest was shrouded in a thick, choking fog. Because they had to resume their journey the next day, everyone retired early to rest.

Instead of attacking Arthur immediately, the ogre walked over to the pile of corpses, grabbed one, and began to chew ravenously. It stuffed the barber's entire head into its mouth and bit down; juices splattered and trickled down the corners of its jaws. It was evident that this creature was well-versed in culinary matters, particularly when it came to consuming human flesh.

Qu Bo grasped his weapon, feeling the familiar weight, though the new weapon was slightly heavier than the old one. He swung it heavily a few times, and the surrounding space was instantly torn open into several black holes, the howling wind roaring as it swept past.

In an instant, raging flames soared into the sky, lightning arcs surged, and the entire ground completely collapsed. Boulders cascaded down the mountain peak, as if the summit itself were about to cave in entirely in the very next moment.

Behind Lin Tianhua was a modest motorcycle repair and parts retail shop. Though average in scale, business was brisk; customers came and went constantly, keeping two workers so busy they didn't even have a moment to look up, requiring the owner himself to pitch in.

After a brief moment of surprise, the youth said, "All right, follow me!" With that, he nimbly leaped deep into the forest. A bizarre smile crossed Arthur's face; the other party's lying skills were truly subpar. How could anyone expect to see someone immediately upon asking? If that were possible, they would have been wiped out long ago. This was obviously a trap.

Seeing the head of the Wu family acting with such solemn caution—sending out scouts in advance, inviting the master of the Red Flower Tower, and summoning the Taoist priest of the Eight Peaks Temple, among a series of other measures—all to encircle and suppress a single fiend, it was obvious that this fiend's strength must be terrifyingly formidable.

We could sense each other; it was yet another reminder from that inner voice of mine. Therefore, sometimes the so-called special abilities I possessed—those transcending ordinary sensory limits—were actually the result of domain energy development.

Instantly, a hundred dark shadows scattered in all directions toward the Xu family estate. Six or seven of these shadows darted toward Xu Mengqi's villa.

Fortunately, having spent time by Qin Cang's side, she had picked up a shred of shrewdness. No matter how regrettable or shocking she found the matter, she allowed no further emotion to show on her face, keeping her lingering sorrow and melancholy strictly internal to avoid drawing another round of sarcastic mockery from Qin Cang.

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Thinking of crafty old foxes, Yang Qi's mind immediately went to the family's Great Elder, Yang Xuanye. The Great Elder was already seventy years old, held a high generation in the family, and was naturally extremely skilled in plots and schemes. Therefore, when it came to a crafty old fox, Yang Qi felt that the Great Elder Yang Xuanye fit the description far better.

"I knew it! I knew something must have gone wrong with them!" Kong Xiaotong's father said with sudden realization and profound regret.

What should be done now? This was the most direct dilemma. Da Hu and the others were striving in their own way, but I understood that turning the tide required far more than just brute force. Without the ability to make decisive judgments on the spot, one would forever miss the opportune moment.

"Hey, let me ask you, you probably don't look like this in front of Kun Lai, right? Tell me, are you thinking of joining our Beast tribe?" I asked casually and boldly.

"Tianhua, let's try contacting Bailuo. I think she'll answer our call." Shaman also wanted to contribute whatever she could.

The Heavenly Lord froze, at a loss for what to say. Hong You looked thoroughly awkward, glancing back and forth between me and the Heavenly Lord, continually shaking his head and begging for mercy.

Fueled by the laws of the water element, the already towering waves seemed blessed by some supreme almighty being. As they surged forward rapidly, the air in their path was instantly blasted apart.

Su Mu's seemingly casual remark that followed served as an explanation to the senior sister. With a wave of his hand, he extinguished the aromatherapy burner.

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