Chapter 51: No Hope of Rising Again

Looking at Zhou Xuejun's panicked face, Su Xiaoyun's mischievous impulse was instantly ignited.
Unhurriedly swaying the roasted sweet potato in her hand, the rich and sweet aroma drifted straight into his nose, causing Zhou Xuejun to swallow hard against his will.

"What kind of connections can your family pull for you? Your mother is probably still counting on your monthly grain rations to be sent back home, right?"

Little Xin was a bit older and could read other people's emotions. Seeing her making a fuss, he thought she was just playing with him. With a sudden smack, he smeared drool all over Mo Qingyan's face. "Hold me," came the soft, milky voice that could melt anyone's heart.

They were capable of becoming masters of their households; their judgment was keen, and their perception of danger was exceptionally sharp.

He now seemed utterly insane. With yet another one of his men dead, it made it even more impossible for him to return and explain himself.

Su Jinyan turned a blind eye, not even bothering to look at him. Allowing her to stay alive within the camp was already the limit of his tolerance.

Aside from that, there was a shared reason: they wanted to demand an explanation from Gongsun Furong. They had already learned how Ni Yuan’s hair turned white overnight and how he wept until he lost his sight on account of Gongsun Rulan. Since this tragedy had occurred on the Gongsun family's territory, they naturally had to demand accountability from them.

During this volley, the British naval fleet had not yet completed its turn, so the battleship HMS Malefactor ultimately had only four main guns firing. Even so, the roar was earth-shattering, drawing cheers of excitement from the British sailors who had been yearning for a decisive naval artillery duel.

"Results are the most persuasive argument." Zhen Fei's captivating eyes flashed brightly. At this moment, the muscles of his cheeks were taut, giving him a sharply chiseled, stone-like countenance.

"Forbidden magic? What kind of forbidden magic did they use? Doesn't the Holy Judgment Court crack down on forbidden magic? Why would they use it themselves?" Mo Fan had no idea what Shao Zheng was talking about.

"No wonder our country always promises never to use forbidden curses first," Mo Fan said in sudden realization.

Finally, the Heaven-Seizing Urn closed, and the surroundings plunged into darkness—the clouds had properly sealed the doors of the urn.

The cute girl was instantly stunned as well, and said, "What do you mean it's famous? Why are you logging onto the No. 8 Middle School online forum?" While pulling out her phone, she questioned me. Too lazy to explain, I snatched it right out of her hand. She tried to grab it back, but failing to win, she simply watched it together with me.

Yet he never expected that the moment he stepped into the restroom, he would see Bai Baoguo shove his fingers deep down his throat. With a gag, he violently vomited all those disgusting contents directly into the toilet.

The snow came early this year. Just three days past Frost's Descent, heavy leaden clouds piled up in the sky, pressing down oppressively and stirring an uneasy panic in people's hearts.

In a mere fraction of a second, Li Xiaoyi rushed right in front of him, the ground along his path pulverized underfoot. Unfortunately, he hadn't anticipated that Zhao Junjie would not dodge at all. Li Xiaoyi passed right through his body, and Zhao Junjie's figure once again dissipated into nothingness...

After speaking, seeing that Hou Tian remained silent, Yuebai felt a knot in his stomach. Fearing a misunderstanding, he hurriedly helped Lan Ruoxin explain herself.

The moment he steadied his figure, he was sucked right back by the vortex as if it were a suction cup. Continuing like this, he would sooner or later fall into the jaws of the Ice Spirit Flood Dragon.

Everyone could not help cursing silently. They had been completely boxed in, as the main hall was actually a series of interconnected mechanisms. Just as they were about to be engulfed by the corpse-eating bees, Jiang Lan suddenly pulled out a piece of candy at the critical moment. A pungent fragrance instantly permeated the entire hall, and with all his might, he hurled it far away.

His spiritual perception penetrated deep into the demonic beast. This spiritual sense was truly extraordinary; not only could it perceive the surrounding environment, but it could also sense the structural composition of physical objects. This made searching for demonic cores considerably more convenient.

If the one accepting this mission had been an Uchiha Jonin, the old man would not have shown any sign of astonishment. If it had been a coordinated team of three or more Uchiha Special Jonin with activated Sharingan, he could have barely accepted it.

Returning home after the meal, his old man was sitting in the living room watching television. After a brief greeting, he went back to his room to plug in his phone to charge. Upon turning it on, he saw a text message from Qian Yiwen, the gist of which was that my phone had been turned off when she called. She had originally planned to ask me out today to keep her company and chat, saying she hadn't seen me in a while and missed me a bit.

After a long while, Mu Nianci raised her head, her eye sockets red as she looked at Lin Fan and said, "Brother Lin, I am going to help my adoptive father avenge his death. I want to execute Duan Tiande with my own hands, and then kill Wanyan Honglie."

Her hips suddenly under assault, Chu Lingxue let out a soft cry of surprise, cast a reproachful glare at Lin Fan, and then obediently picked up the wine vessel and cup to pour him a drink.

Seeing this, dozens of Martial Heaven Realm cultivators within the palace instantly felt a terrifying chill rise from the depths of their souls.

With a terrifying, earth-shattering crash, the Pangu Axe cleaved an abyss-like spatial rift ten thousand zhang wide directly across the heavens, instantly scattering the divine punishment tribulation clouds into nothingness.

The three of them were among the Seven Young Kings, which showed that the title was not casually bestowed. Only those whose actual combat strength was formidable enough and who stood a strong chance of entering the top ten could earn this title.

Mogu Jie gritted his teeth and cursed, his entire body drenched in blood, with bare white bones exposed at his joints.

Outside the war chariot, the lecherous dragon and the Azure Bull Demonic Emperor stood guard—the lecherous dragon watched the skies, while the Azure Bull Demonic Emperor guarded the ground.

Ro Kunlin's kick was immensely tyrannical, his entire foot turning golden as if cast from pure gold, aiming to shatter the Divine Emperor of Heavenly River's chest with a single stomp.

Suddenly, a breath of hot air was exhaled against her neck, dampening the wisps of hair resting there. The warm breath seduced her into emitting soft, shallow pants amidst her breathing.

Fortunately, the four of them had already retreated to the side; otherwise, they undoubtedly would have been caught in the aftermath of this formidable might.

"She can stay by your side all the time, whereas I cannot..." Al showed a aggrieved expression.

Their domain levels were comparable, and their insights into the path of the staff were likewise matched, with differences only in martial techniques, yet the gap between them was negligible.

Ruiyu also put away her sneer, raised her hand to summon a fierce gust of wind that instantly blew off the entire roof, and leaped together with the two figures on the roof into the central room that lacked a door.

Three hundred meters later, a sudden shout rang out: "Gong Shengtian, you have finally come. I have been awaiting your grand arrival here for a long time." "Hah!" Shengtian flashed his gaze to look, and saw that the one blocking his path was none other than Fang Wuqun. Strangely enough, Fang Wuqun stood there quite desolately, not even accompanied by a single assistant.