Volume 1 Chapter 26 Help! Assassins!

If such power were truly unleashed, even with Liu Shengzhi’s self-assurance, he would have no confidence in his ability to withstand it.

Qin Xuanxuan knew of Ye Qinghan’s identity, so there was no need for concealment. Before Bai Yurang could even discover Old Liang, she was suppressed by Ye Qinghan and fell into a coma.

"Are you questioning the fairness and integrity of the Alchemist Tournament? Are you casting doubt on the character of Lord Medicine King and Lord Nan Yuan Zhengbei? Are you doubting the impartiality of the Divine Alchemists from the Alchemist Association?" Su Zhongxiao demanded loudly, hoping to incite pressure from the Divine Alchemists present.

"Look, look, I knew it. It’s truly baffling—such a simple logic, yet Brother Zheng failed to see it." Having received my agreement, Master Zhao grew somewhat smug.

However, upon closer inspection, the radiance was divided into seven colors. It was a sign that a master from the Shangqing Sect had not only cultivated the Primordial Pearl but had also reached the seventh stage of the pearl’s refinement.

Ye Qinghan sat at a table with seven other powerhouses, including the Profound God Sovereign. As they ate spirit meat and drank spirit wine, chatting at a leisurely pace, Ye Qinghan gathered quite a bit of crucial information.

His actions left me momentarily stunned. Just a moment ago, he seemed intent on killing me, yet he let me go so easily? What exactly is he planning?

Yoon-ah caught a fleeting glimpse of Seohyun’s pink tongue, and her eyes lit up immediately. But when she looked again, she met Seohyun’s pure, flawless gaze, as if that glimpse of the tongue had been nothing more than an illusion.

Once they were able to move, they arrayed themselves in a great formation, weapons in hand, standing in confrontation against the demonic cultivators.

Yet, this did not affect the State Councilor’s mood or composure in the slightest. The State Councilor walked straight among the eating staff, shaking hands and conversing with them, warmly asking about their food and service, whether they were full, and if they were satisfied with the treatment.

Uchiha Itachi and Kakashi’s Susanoo wielded their blades, slashing fiercely toward the head of the Ten-Tails.

Tony, who had never begged anyone for anything before, now spoke and acted with such clumsy desperation that it was truly painful to watch.

"Precisely because she is a child, you must not let her go!" Yanluo Dao said with a mocking tone.

"The power of a Saint is immeasurably vast, and the Sword Saint Jian Yu Luo is unfathomable. Although the formation he left behind is formidable, you are not him after all, and thus, you cannot push the power of this formation to its absolute limit!" Ye Tianchen said coldly, staring at the imposter Jian Yu Luo.

As to the reason why, Ye Tianchen did not say, and the others naturally did not know; they could only follow him in bewilderment.

Hao’s fate earlier had already shown them that this path was a dead end. Any talk of an escape route was likely nothing more than a fiction.

Having already received his orders, the Southern Barbarian God King applied a slight trick of skill. With a "Sunset Divine Shot," he sent the weakened divine essence of the Ten-Thousand Wing God King crashing toward the green light behind him.

Suddenly, amidst the collision, a thunderous explosion erupted, and everyone turned their eyes toward the source.

However, Lieutenant General Horner was no ordinary man. His intuition was unnervingly accurate and had been validated countless times; it was like the presence of a god. Furthermore, such dangerous intuition was never without merit. As a senior veteran of the U.S. Air Force, Horner knew exactly what kind of beast the F-117 was.

For the past hundred thousand years, the Demon Race had been continuously studying and learning from the Great Zhou. They had invested immense energy into researching the top-tier politics of the empire.

By the time the hundredth missile was launched, the thirty-three large pirate fleets no longer existed in the Red Sea.

However, his fifteen thousand troops were strung out in a long line, with some still withdrawing from the Mengzhou battlefield. The vanguard that actually reached him consisted of only five thousand men, and these five thousand cavalrymen hurriedly formed a battle line with their backs to the Qin River.

To be precise, it was located in the lower space of Shambhala! It was a special space structured and partitioned specifically to imprison Calypso, a place where no one but Jiang Ning could enter.

After all, there had been no live broadcast at the time, only a few photos circulated, so it was natural that people did not believe it.

She whispered the name softly—a name once so familiar, a name that had even appeared in her dreams—and her expression gradually calmed.

The cold white mist in the coffin dissipated, revealing the snow-white figure lying on her back, peaceful in the afterlife, resting in quiet slumber.

Looking at the map—at the nation shaped like a crouching lion, and at the mysterious wizard in black robes, cold, ruthless, and so powerful that he seemed impossible to resist—a sense of indescribable terror rose in Dr. Trask’s heart. Moreover, he kept recalling the words Jiang Ning had said to him that day.

In truth, Wu Cheng did not want to part ways with Ezreal. He knew that Ezreal’s upcoming adventures would be spectacular: there would be magnificent ancient tombs, dark magic, and the burial grounds of ancient emperors. Ezreal would also encounter the crystal that would change his life, eventually becoming a powerhouse.

"Drink this, it was just brewed." Yang Mo placed two cups in front of her; one contained coffee, the other milk.

The boundless crimson radiance collided with the Taiyi Treasure Seal. The five elements swirled in five colors, and the yin and yang were differentiated, instantly shattering Wuxue’s desperate defense. His hands were broken, bones shattered, and he was sent tumbling away.