Volume 1, Chapter 35: This Is Yening's Voice

At this very moment, Ye Fei suddenly retracted the power of his Undying Sword Soul. After all, even the power of the Sword Soul had its limits; it could allow him to slay some of the wild beasts, but it could not wipe out all of them. However, if he were to strike down the Beast King, the effect would be entirely different.

Once this reality show recording was finished, she could just consider the scripts Shang Hui had sent over; the timing did not conflict at all. She simply hadn't decided which one to choose yet.

Qin Fei and Yuanbao were sitting far away on the rooftop. Watching from a distance, Yuanbao—whose senses had been sharpened by the medicinal herbs Caiwei soaked him in—could hear a thing or two even from so far away, a feat that even Qin Fei admired.

Next came the verification of the appellant's information: name, date of birth, ethnicity, occupation, address, and the dates of criminal detention and arrest. Tan Aijing answered every question, having long since memorized the details.

Furthermore, while Feng Xiao was fully occupied confronting the Golden Pill of the Immortal character, Fang Tinglong could not just sit idle. Seeing that no one was blocking his path, he let out a hearty laugh and reached out to grab Qin Feng.

Clad in fluttering white robes that stirred a faint, gentle breeze, several petals of the scale-flower rose and fell, scattering like crystalline snow—exquisite and magnificent.

Lin Xingxuan and the others breathed a sigh of relief. Had they been besieged by the three clans here, the Sword Sect would surely have suffered heavy losses.

Guided by a martial artist, Ye Fei arrived smoothly at the Tianling Inn. As the name implied, it was a place where, for the most part, martial artists from the Tianling Continent gathered.

Amidst the dust, Qin Feng rose from the ground, his body wreathed in azure flames! In his hand, a black longsword wreathed in blue fire appeared from nowhere. With a flick of his wrist, he wove seven sword flowers into a massive net, casting it over the head of the Spider Demon leader.

They had not moved in long; the house was naturally bought from someone else. Despite being in the countryside, the property prices would not be cheap due to the drug manufacturing operations.

The Thunder God did not look back at the two. Cold and reclusive, she shut her heart away, turning her loneliness into thorns to protect herself.

Lin Buxuan once again experienced the gap between those who practiced the Dao and those who did not. A scratch on his own skin would take days to heal, while a girl like Su Ruoruo could suffer a deep gash on her leg and be perfectly fine after a single night's rest.

There were members of the Cassel College Execution Department who had once complained that the voice of the department head, Schneider, caused a certain degree of discomfort. This feeling was minimal when face-to-face, but it increased exponentially when processed through a microphone.

Following a roar of rage, a sturdy figure landed behind the Frippian, sharp eyes filled with burning fury.

"Do you want to sleep? It makes no difference to me. As long as you don't interfere with my gaming, do whatever you want. Chicken nuggets." The blonde princess spoke while playing her game.

On the other hand, Chi Hanfeng remained on the outskirts of the Raikage's mansion in the Land of Lightning, waiting for the fifth phase of the event to conclude.

Uchiha Seifu really wanted to tell her, "The one who might be in trouble is you," but he decided against it; there was no reasoning with Temari anyway.

Xu Yan dismissed the thought from his mind. He felt that the old man before him was not the type to hold a grudge; otherwise, Xu Yan would not have lived to see this day, and would have long been surrounded by suit-clad thugs with guns the moment he stepped off the plane and arrived at the Genji building.

Her breath was like orchids, her voice as crisp as a lark, her raven hair cascading like a waterfall, and her figure possessed the alluring curves of a demon. Dressed in a fitting evening gown, she was the embodiment of charm and temptation.

Lin Buxuan felt a jolt of shock; were the two rewards in his possession truly treasures of inestimable value?

Then, he forcibly poured two bottles of beer laced with aphrodisiacs into the stomachs of the two cameraman lackeys.

Rather than losing the hot pot and suffering a fracture, it was better to let things take their course. Su Ning sighed, pulled up a chair, took another set of chopsticks, and sat beside Li Jing, calmly eating with him.

"You have done me a kindness. It is only right that I accept your gesture. May I ask how to address you, sister?" Yin Li appeared very polite.

Near the street inside Chaoyang Gate, in an area of the capital known for its prosperity, the Pine and Bamboo Club stood discreetly, its rich, ancient architectural charm hidden from view. A black Mercedes-Benz slowly pulled into a sparsely occupied parking zone and, guided by the staff, parked in a space.

Strong individuals share a special resonance with one another; the middle-aged man here was just such a person.

As the heavenly lightning departed, a gale of wind arose, whipping up sand and stone until the sky grew dark and ghosts and gods trembled. It blew against the charred trunk of the thousand-year-old willow spirit like a celestial blade, threatening to snap the remaining trunk in two.

The fat man stared blankly, his mind fixed on the holographic screen as he began to refine his concept. The reason he was digging so deep into the forging methods now was entirely because of the two legendary pieces of equipment that had appeared consecutively during the forging contest.

At this moment, a young man wearing a hospital gown, his right hand wrapped in gauze and wearing slippers, walked directly to the hospital bed with a 1% mosaic blur over his face, and asked for silver needles to be prepared.

The head contained the most acupoints; although it accounted for less than one-tenth of the body, it held one-third of the total acupoints—thirty-six in all.

But if you put the cart before the horse like this, when will your child ever truly be able to make money from football?

Li Qing offered a mysterious smile. "Who says I need to rely on the natural divine office to ascend to the rank of Great Luo Golden Immortal? I shall gift the natural divine office to you, and the control over natural divinity will naturally be transferred to you as well."

There was one thing Roy did not say: although he did not know the specific situation of the Devil May Cry world, Dante and Vergil should still be around. It remained to be seen whether it would be Dante or Vergil who would step in to help Silas.

As she spoke, Zixuan muttered a few times, unsure, only to find that she had no idea what the arrangement was.

Watching others act, it all seemed easy, but when it was her turn, she realized the iron staff was truly heavy and impossible to lift.

"Gulp~" Jia Zhengjin felt his throat parched. It wasn't the magma pool that had finished him off, but the immense, terrifying pressure from the thousand-year-old Tree Witch that was overwhelming.

Exhaling, Roy took out the Horadric Cube and tossed in souls to begin synthesizing high-grade souls for redeeming skills.

While the man in the suit was lost in thought, Miao Ke on the ground opened his eyes. The confusion that had just been in his gaze vanished completely, replaced by a clear, sharp look. "What happened to me?" he asked, sitting up.

If Wu Song had taken off her shoes for her, it might have led to another romantic tale. The person Gao Lishi served was Yang Guifei, who loved pomegranates; Emperor Ming of Tang would often peel them himself at Huaqing Palace and feed them to her, regardless of the occasion. To the ministers, a monarch feeding his consort pomegranates seemed highly improper, and they had grumbled about it.