Volume 1, Chapter 36: You Have Crossed the Line
Recalling everything that had transpired at the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, Ye Fusang raised her hand and let it fall with a sharp "crack" against Bing Yan’s face.
To dispel our suspicions, Shentu stayed with us in the surveillance room for half the day, only slowly taking his leave at four-thirty in the afternoon under the pretext of getting something to eat.
Calculating it this way, although it deviates slightly from my earlier conjecture before dinner, the fact that someone skilled in the "Absolute Flame" saber technique is by Granny Xiuhua’s side serves as definitive proof of one thing: she and Xiao Chaoying must be the same person.
A golden light flashed across the massive, precipitous horns, tearing the chaotic curtain of light asunder. However, by the time the shroud parted, Dongyin’s figure had already vanished from within.
One must understand that in the Anyu Continent, many members of the clergy struggle their entire lives to achieve even half of these ranks. He, however, had truly ascended in a single bound, becoming a cleric second only to one and above tens of thousands.
Yet, no matter how many crescent moons crumbled away, they merely slowed the speed of the giant finger; they were utterly incapable of repelling it.
The words were ostensibly a warning laced with reproach, but as they left Xi Chen’s lips, they were filled with nothing but doting affection.
As I turned to this page, an A4 sheet of paper covered in writing slipped out of the diary. The handwriting was incredibly scrawled, as if it had been written in great haste.
The assassins stopped firing at the car driven by Zhang Tianpei, and instead, a hail of bullets erupted toward Liu Mang.
Dongyin let out a muffled groan, a ghastly green hue washing over his face. With a furrowed brow, the Central Image Jade Seal on his left hand suddenly took flight, carrying the immense power of mountains and rivers to force the crimson centipede away.
Before the age of ten, Bai Ye was not as wretched as he is now; he was simply very withdrawn, and the only person he would interact with was his mother, Katherine. After she passed away, Bai Ye gradually transformed, a shift that many attributed to the sudden loss of his mother’s doting affection.
For ordinary people, this place was undoubtedly the ideal location for cultivation. Furthermore, as long as one had money, one could purchase all sorts of novelties, and there was no longer any shortage of food.
The gunned-down Tomies wobbled as they stood back up, their wounds healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Moreover, for those whose arms or legs had been severed, veins sprouted from the stumps and the blood on the ground, using those vessels as a framework to grow into yet another Tomie.
A vein throbbed on Ning Yi’s forehead as he thought to himself, "Damn you, are you mocking me?" But the next second, the energy in his body stagnated, and the sensation of his *mula* being blocked descended upon him once more.
"Eh—my dear minister, you are a student of the Master; how can you refer to yourself as a commoner?" As Emperor Xin spoke, he lifted his hands slightly, and an invisible force raised Pisili to his feet.
"Take it, take it. If you cook it well, remember to save a portion for me." Dia drew his right index finger across his left arm, severing it and tossing it to Beelzebub.
Although he had lived a perilous existence since birth, he was still young—where would he have ever witnessed such raw, unvarnished slaughter?
According to Mo Ran’s own wishes, she would have preferred to return just like that; after the argument that had just occurred, she had no heart left for reading storybooks.
No one could guarantee the answer to this question, and so, the situation had reached this impasse.
The interior of the mountain began to tremble. Rocks started to fall one by one. It felt as though a collapse was imminent. The first to give way was the entrance; a boulder crashed down, directly blocking the path out, and immediately after, the entire structure began to cave in.