Volume 1, Chapter 131: A Poem That Stunned the Assembly, A Book That Subverted Ancient Knowledge

It was not until Zhao Shenping told them that he had wounded the Demon King of Havoc and that the monster would not return to run wild for at least two or three years that the atmosphere improved.

"Zhuang Yan, what should we do? Are we really going to hit an old man?" Liu Hua asked Zhuang Yan in a low voice, full of hesitation.

Of course, she was only a freshman, and such considerations were still too distant, so she turned her attention to the ACG circle, hoping to hone her skills through voice acting for animation.

Two or three days passed this way. Sun Wukong continued to leave early and return late, showing no signs of anything unusual toward him. Gradually, his heart calmed, and he devoted himself to cultivation, occasionally wandering outside with no particular destination.

Zhang Qiuchi was naturally overjoyed when he and Cao Yusen finally made contact, for reaching out meant that Cao Yusen and his group were safe and sound.

However, the duel between the two began to lose its original flavor. It shifted from a standard battle to a marathon, and then devolved into all sorts of insane, fanatical challenges.

In the past, the half-human, half-serpent form would hide behind trees or stand before them, and the trees were usually covered in many white, cotton-like things, but now, there was nothing of the sort.

Ao Qin, feeling helpless, returned to the East Sea to report the outcome. The Dragon Kings of the Four Seas exchanged glances, having no choice but to let the matter rest for the time being.

If one is to act, it must be a fatal blow; the lives of thousands of ordinary witch-folk are not as significant as that of a single Great Witch.

Yet, this palm strike was merely a gentle press, devoid of any thunderous destruction. Jinlun Fawang trembled in body and soul, his entire consciousness submerged in a strange, otherworldly state, oblivious to everything else.

However, this was a physiological phenomenon; willpower alone could not control the body. After a short time, she despaired and gave up the struggle, allowing the foul, turbid liquid to gush out from within her.

From then on, he could intervene and influence every psychological shift of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven. The Great Sage's various schemes were, in reality, his own; the Great Sage had effectively become his independent avatar.

"So we must work together in unity to capture this skull," Gu Tie said.

"We are running a film company; we can't just act like bottom-tier stuntmen or extras who seek out underworld gangs as protection just to avoid being bullied, can we?" Zhang Shaojie said.

"I won't, but I am more than qualified to be your grandmaster!" As Zhao Qingwan spoke, she walked toward Boss Wu.

At this moment, all the spectators at the scene and those in front of their television sets grew increasingly excited.

Moreover, this was in broad daylight, engaging in intimate acts with the person she loved right in front of her rival—her own sister. Just thinking about this, and looking at her sister’s oblivious expression, sent waves of intense excitement through Palan’s entire body.

Not long after, the six hundred surviving prisoners were gathered by the lake, and the wounded were provided with emergency medical supplies.

The body of the seemingly infinite giant serpent was, in fact, ninety-nine percent a projection of the Shadow of the Ritual Serpent—an ancestor of an ancestor of an ancestor—which Hydra had summoned from a cavern deep beneath the earth by sacrificing one of its own cores.

Baili Yuan knew she had caused her father much worry, so she did not oppose this arrangement. Perhaps feeling disheartened, she simply let others handle the preparations.

Jun Mochen felt even happier hearing these words. The warmth from his hand, which tightly clasped mine, spread through me, and I couldn't help but feel joyful as well.

Yan Yi was a man who rarely asked favors of others. Rulan was one thing, but Jun Mochen was the mortal enemy of the Ling Kingdom, yet he had gone to ask him for help for my sake.

The cold medicine dripped slowly into the infusion tube, then gradually flowed into Mo Xiwei’s veins, saturating her circulating blood.

Seeing that I remained silent, Jun Mochen embraced me with one arm and reached out with the other to remove my clothes to examine my injuries. I clutched his garments tightly, my face flushed crimson, yet a subtle sweetness began to bloom in my heart.

"So that's how it is." Chen Tian looked at the dense cluster of red dots on his wallhack, his face filled with bitterness.

When Yan Qingcheng uttered these words, both were stunned. Yan Qingcheng was in her own era, after all; to suggest that Shangguan Haoyan had also time-traveled seemed far too preposterous—especially to the same era as her?

Naturally, this sort of unseemly behavior from Ye Jiaojiao was just as unprofessional as it had ever been.

With a mage’s frail constitution, it was impossible to withstand the Blue Wave Departing Fire. Even though a mage’s magic shield was far sturdier than a battle-qi shield, Chen Tian, seeing that the fire had reached its peak state, threw it out with all his might.

The Empress Dowager spoke at length to the Empress, covering everything from the Emperor's well-being to the harmony of the inner palace and the tranquility of the concubines. She even told Jun Mochen that for the royal family, the most important thing was to have many heirs, urging the imperial couple to work harder.

At this moment, they encountered a red light. Zhuo Yue’s car came to a stop, and the stretched Lincoln pulled up not far ahead of him.

Yun Yi’s gentleness, her charm, her supple waist, and the faint fragrance emanating from her body all made the look in Zhuo Yue’s eyes grow more playful.

Ji Feifei had been murdered—this was a major incident. Especially since, when found, her clothes were in disarray and she was covered in a large amount of male fluid. Beside her, another actor had been killed, also in a state of disarray.

Xiao Fan took a small sip of tea. "Thank you for your hospitality, Uncle Yan, but using this tea to entertain me is truly a waste," Xiao Fan said with a smile.

Nonsense, if I didn't treat them, who else could have? Can't you see I’m still tidying up the scene?

He watched as the silver needles in his hand suddenly turned pitch black, with tiny black bubbles faintly rising from their surfaces.

Had Yun Zhongtian lost his mind? He was handing over an enterprise that several generations had struggled to build on a silver platter.

"To kill you, I alone am enough," Ji Wuye sneered and stepped forward, a majestic aura surging from his body. Ji Wuye’s formidable strength was within Xiao Fan’s expectations; he did not believe that the heir cultivated by an ancient family with a thousand-year history would be a mere bumpkin.