Volume 1, Chapter 40: The Condition Is to Marry Me?

"Haha, I find myself loving this sword more and more." Chu Yang wiped the Myriad Dao Profound Sword with satisfaction. "Soul-Breaking Thought," a technique targeting an enemy's spiritual power, requires one to grasp the profound mysteries of the Myriad Dao to shatter the spiritual resonance between the opponent and the sword itself. It is no wonder that one must reach the sixth stage of the Mortal Realm to wield it.

Tao Xiu regained his composure and continued eating quietly, occasionally glancing at the television, his ears flushed a deep red.

Tang Jing watched from the side, feeling an inexplicable envy—envy so deep that she wished she were the one in Zhong Yang's position.

"Ah!" Hu Qing shrieked as the man pulled her onto the horse, seating her in front of Jin Yue.

To be honest, in this situation, no one had a better solution. Aside from hiding or charging out, there seemed to be no third path to take.

Of course, Gu Qingkuang also cautioned Ye Chenming not to show himself, so as to avoid unnecessary trouble.

The man was truly handsome; he looked dashing and heroic, yet his features were not stern, but rather quite gentle.

Hu Qing paused, watching the man sip his drink in a slow, elegant manner, not knowing what to say.

He felt quite helpless regarding Lu Yuanhang's behavior. By accepting this gesture on behalf of Yan Ruxue, he had effectively sealed his promise, and there would be no going back on it later.

Dudu let out a cry that sounded half-understanding, which immediately made Lin Ye and Fang Yuxue burst into laughter.

The river water surrounding the Millennium Cold Iron began to freeze, layer by layer, before sinking down.

Feng Yu, as a director of the Awakened, naturally knew much about the NO, including the fact that the New England Fleet under the New European Union had been fully infiltrated by them. Hearing this, he basically believed what Hagger had said.

At the entrance of the Abbot's courtyard, apart from the group of monks led by Guangyuan—who had arrived in a hurry, perhaps having heard the news of Hui Jue's return—the rest were the Kalan monks responsible for serving the courtyard.

Only kinetic weapons like electromagnetic railguns would be effective, or perhaps nuclear weapons. However, it was clear that the New Asia needed a habitable planet; using nuclear weapons would destroy the ecological environment, leaving behind a polluted world that would require decades of restoration even if conquered.

Of course, he would occasionally cover a shift, but that was considered a sect task that earned contribution points, not a long-term job.

Hearing this, Feng Yu looked at the glass in Sherry's hand with longing. For every boy, maturity is an eternal pursuit and one of the most important milestones in life.

The Immortal Huang Zhen missed his strike and immediately launched a palm attack. Zi Xin was shocked; the gap between them was perhaps a billion miles, yet with that single palm, many members of the Asura clan were reduced to a mist of blood. Wu Fan immediately threw out the Yuantu and Abi swords. Zi Xin caught them, brandishing the twin blades as she charged at the Immortal Huang Zhen.

The Thousand-Eyed Demon God and the Church of the God of Enslavement were in favor of the Church of the God of Skeletons attacking the Cute God Church. However, they no longer had any influence in the City of Dusk, so their approval was useless, though they could still offer advice and stir up hostility against the Cute God Church.

The only consolation was that their two families had a partnership, and she and Song Ruoliu were good friends; even if Song's mother disliked her, she couldn't just kick her out.

Thinking of Zhu Wan sleeping comfortably in bed while feeling the biting chill of the autumn night, the soul of justice within me roared. I felt I had to do something righteous.

Was this a gift from Jian Nanfeng? Mrs. Xiao couldn't help but look at her in a new light. To be able to give such a precious gift, it was clear that Jian Nanfeng cared deeply for Xiaomeng.

Perhaps it was divine intervention, or perhaps the heavens were kind. The clothes on Gong Ming that had been soaked were now dry, and his shoe tips, which had been dripping water, were dry as well.

It could only be inferred that in such a low-temperature environment, the snake inside the egg began to mutate in order to survive. Whether this mutation was related to its ancestral bloodline or was a spontaneous change, it could only be confirmed slowly in the future.

Once the two left, Fuji's gaze fell upon Sakuraichi. Seeing her appearance, he couldn't help but pause, then stepped forward and sat beside her.

Jin Sicheng's head throbbed with frustration; he was practically dying of anger. Looking at Jian Han, he had the sudden impulse to strangle her.

Her field of vision narrowed. Sakuraichi's heart beat violently, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, everything in her mind beginning to dissolve rapidly.

Yue Ling toyed with his wine glass, taking a shallow sip of the aged brew. He did not look at the back of Ye Ying as she hurried upstairs after denying him. He curled his lips slightly, his gentle and elegant features gradually blending into the dim candlelight.

Ling Chen returned to his room, but instead of resting, he entered the Hunyuan Ring to cultivate. This was the longest time Ling Chen had spent inside the ring since he had first obtained it.

With Gao Feng's death, Xiao Tong was undoubtedly the primary suspect. If one were to rush into confronting him, it might be difficult to uncover the truth.

At this moment, another ghost king emerged from the black pillar, his face like indigo, with a bloody mouth and fangs, his body rippling with demonic patterns. He stood in the void, raising his hand to hold a magic umbrella shrouded in demonic energy, which spun incessantly. A massive vortex formed in the air, pitch black within, like the entrance to hell.

Bing Ji understood the psychology of men thoroughly. Although she possessed a beautiful, slender, and curvaceous body, she would never flaunt her charms. On the contrary, every movement of hers was subtle and elegant, and she wore a cold, untouchable, and pure expression that kept others at a distance.