Volume One, Chapter 37: Pei Shang’s Dual Nature

Within the imperial palace, a silence so profound reigned that one could hear a pin drop. Everyone, from the imperial concubines to the princes and princesses, knelt upon the ground in unison.

Luo Xiu remained expressionless. The Thunder God-Demon specter struck in an instant; with a dull thud, it shattered the skull of the Martial Emperor powerhouse, then opened its maw and inhaled, devouring both the body and the primordial spirit.

It was already the dead of night. Kaiser gazed up at the pitch-black sky, which was veiled in a layer of gloomy mist, obscuring even the shimmer of a single star.

Lustful, low-profile, lethargic, and addicted to foreign films—how could they not be shocked to see such a familiar roommate suddenly erupt with such astonishing speed?

"Lin Tian is a notoriously untalented cultivator. Even if he didn't die, how could he possibly have become an eighth-rank martial artist in just half a year? There is something fishy about this," Zhang Sheng, the head of the Zhang family, muttered with a shake of his head.

The cut was deep and made with great force, but Ling Xi paid it no mind, continuing to sprinkle blood onto the mirror. At the same time, he looked toward the direction from which the blood flowed within the mirror. Because it was not directly in front of the mirror, he had to tilt his body to catch a glimpse from the edge of the glass.

Luo Xiu’s eyes narrowed slightly, for he noticed that once these monsters were crushed and destroyed by him, their bodies would automatically dissipate, transforming into pure Great Dao energy.

Luo Xiu suddenly opened his eyes. Of the seven overlapping Dao Palaces above his head, the seventh suddenly descended, pressing down upon the sixth as if to forcibly squeeze them together and fuse them into one.

A few minutes later, the soldiers all lay on the ground, groaning in pain. Kaiser looked down at them and shook his head slightly; he had held back significantly.

Liu Yang’s words sounded like a joke, yet they pointedly raised the question of who at the table should rightfully hold the authority.

Every time I see him, I am reminded of Erdan. I still haven't been able to find his soul. If everything was indeed orchestrated by my second uncle, what reason would he have to hide Erdan’s soul?

Judging by their appearance, the Zhang family must be a wealthy clan, yet the three brothers were extremely respectful toward Old Xuan, treating him as if he were an honored guest.

Stepping out of the Pingwu Division, one could see the four statues observed earlier: the Silver Eagle, Black Eagle, Golden Roc, and Skylark divisions. They were the main forces of the Great Wilderness Spirit Academy, while the Pingwu Division served merely as a backdrop.

"My injury is no ordinary wound; common medicine cannot heal it, unless..." The man hesitated, leaving his sentence unfinished.

They all exist; they are simply unseen. Candlelight flickers in every corner of the continent, used by the masses to sustain their lives, yet how can the glow of rotting grass compare to the bright moon and the scorching sun in the sky?

Hearing Mo Jiyan’s voice, she gripped her phone tightly with both hands. The emotions she had pent up for so long could no longer be contained, and she burst into tears.

Yet, the words "no answer" repeated over and over again, driving Chu Weiwei to the brink of a breakdown.

This plan was something I had been brewing for the past few days. I had originally intended to eliminate Bulging Eye and have my brother, Xu Jie or Xiao Fan, come to Gong City to expand, but that wasn't the best option. The best approach was to foster a force and use it for my own purposes; it would surely prove useful in the future.

When she turned her head, she saw Zhuo Lingfeng’s face. A look of joy appeared in her eyes, as if his appearance had caught her by surprise.

The Blood Shield shattered upon impact; the two blades smashed through the pathetic defense with sheer force and sharpness alone. The next moment, Fiora seemed like a flower blooming in mid-air, spinning three hundred and sixty degrees to dodge the flying debris. At the same time, her hands gripped the familiar shape of her weapons.