Volume One, Chapter 50: The "Delicacy" from the Young Master of the Zhang Residence

He was well aware that his current identity was the last thing he wanted certain guild powers to discover. Besides, Luo Yun had been one of the original decision-makers behind the fateful order. Yu Caishen revealing his identity was nothing short of trying to get him killed, so it was no wonder he was so furious.

The two pale-skinned men crashed to the ground like sandbags, writhing in pain as they hit the earth.

Given the current situation, it seemed that ever since Shangguan Tianqi had declared war on the Holy Celestial Dynasty, Qin Guyue and the opposition had been enemies. He had meant to rescue someone, only for things to end up like this—Qin Guyue thought it all rather absurd.

A shimmering starlight instantly enveloped Qian Han, and in a flash, a living person was sucked into a long sleeve.

With a bare foot sweeping across the ground, multiple figures of the Heavenly Lord Luo appeared around him, each clenching their massive fists, and suddenly charged upward with great force.

If the undead or the demons got there first, the Dragon Fang Dagger could never be fully restored.

In his view, there was little difference between the two realms—one simply had higher energy than the other, and in fact, the realms had originally been forcibly separated.

Lin Weiwei was still typing, still streaming. She forgot she was live, wholly absorbed in her writing. When she finally decided to take a break, she stood up and poured herself a glass of water.

Cang Yun mused that if this was possible, he could one day summon the souls of Zhao Hong and the others, especially since Huang Ernian was still in Jiuzhou.

“Well, there’s nothing else for it,” Chen Xiao said with a smile. “But I am curious, how do you really feel? We never even had a wedding or got our marriage certificate, and now it seems you’re the one marrying me. Do you think you’ll ever bear me children?”

Wu Yi stood in place for a long while. Clearly, the Wuji Sect was full of malice; there was nowhere for him to hide.

His storage ring was filled with materials from the Spirit Realm, none with a melting point above eight hundred degrees Celsius! How could this be? In the Spirit Realm, no ordinary fire under a thousand degrees could refine even a hair of spiritual material; even the fireballs produced by a qi-gathering cultivator burned at over a thousand degrees.

“Wait a minute, you can leave if you want, but since you hit someone from the Chen family, you can’t just walk away. At least pay for the medical expenses first!” Chen Fan suddenly blocked Xiang Ba’s way, speaking to him directly.

After passing through the bustling district, they made it out the city gates. With the noise behind them, the car fell into a deeper silence.

She could more or less guess their intentions, but as for their specific plans, she truly couldn’t say.

Lu Jinshi squinted at the boy’s stiff back, and, for some reason, suddenly thought of the pitiable Xiao Qinian.

The Thirteenth Lord, usually as steady as a mountain, was struck by a tremendous force and hurled backward.

Yi Heng inquired, mainly because he felt the value of these two words was less than he’d expected. If they were only good for a single use, it all seemed rather cheap.

Li Tang was thoroughly delighted—and, in fact, had started an online romance. Yes, he’d met a long-legged, commanding woman while playing battle royale, and they chatted happily every day.

Even so, Chen Fan believed that Bai Li Maochang must be truly formidable.

If it hadn’t been for the Thousand Zhang Mountain in the north being assigned to Chongjin City, Dingya Prefecture would have been just another city within the arc of Yue Mountain.

Xu Mo saw them giving chase. He hesitated, weighing whether to use “Total Immersion” again to shake them off; with the surrounding forests, he was confident that, given a few more attempts, he could lose them.

The aura of countless blades emanated from the scattered swords; even though most were broken, their combined intent was still terrifying.

Outwardly, of course, he betrayed nothing. After all, he considered himself a fan, especially of those system novels where the protagonist receives some kind of system, then luck skyrockets, winning beauties and trouncing rivals, living in endless delight.

Even someone like Ye Lan, scion of a wealthy family, thought Li Wei was pushing the limits. That showed just how far Li Wei was going. Even in the grand casino of Macao, only a handful of players would carry a hundred million in chips.

Zhou Nan watched his retreating figure, but could no longer recall his fate. It seemed that after Operation Market Garden, he had never seen him again.

This peach tree was surely the largest Li An had ever encountered; each fruit was the size of two fists pressed together, their surfaces wrapped in a faint, iridescent glow.

When facing the Roma players, Gao Chuan relied mostly on his broad vision and nimble footwork to control the flow of the game.

Wei Suo widened his eyes, speaking in an adorable tone, his eager expression leaving Wenqing at a loss.

Though their interactions in the club had been limited, it didn’t stop Vett from learning about the boy from many sources.

“Our Lionheart Mercenary Corps never lets a villain go unpunished. But if you know you’ve done wrong and are willing to change, we’re willing to give you a chance,” the burly man declared.

“Yes, including each wave of beasts—they all follow a pattern. Unfortunately, you’re all too green. Now you’re about to die, so it doesn’t matter if I tell you!” Wang Jing cackled maliciously.

By now, workers had helped Mr. Ye extract all the verdant jade from the original stone. The crowd still watched with great interest.

If he hadn’t misunderstood, then the demon who slaughtered the Xianbei Five Tribes, the Uighur Eight Armies, over two hundred thousand khans and millions more, was named Dynasty.