Volume 1, Chapter 130: You Beast!

"Don't even think about snatching it. The moment you move, I will press it instantly. Let's see who is faster. If you dare to gamble with so many lives, I don't mind playing along with you."

Xiao Xingrong's attitude was incredibly arrogant, as if he were certain that Yun Mojiu dared not do anything to him.

Just then, a series of footsteps echoed from downstairs. Before long, Jian An arrived on the second floor with a dozen men. He walked quickly to Xiao Junhe.

"Boss, all the hidden bombs around the house have been dismantled."

Xiao Junhe nodded. "Well done."

He then looked languidly at the stunned Xiao Xingrong. "My dear second uncle, what are we to do now..."

No one saw the young sect master clenching his fists so tightly that the veins bulged; grinding his back teeth, one could feel his rage and hatred even through his half-mask.

Her face was streaked with tears, her eyes wandering and helpless, looking exactly like a fragile person in need of protection, which only added to the pity in Lu Jinming's heart.

As the saying goes, it is better to leave a line of communication open to allow for some leeway between parties. However, thinking of this, Xun Chen went against the grain and laid out Yuan Shao's intentions to Han Sui entirely—though, naturally, he still held back on certain matters.

This did not mean that other factions would stand idly by if they saw the Ascension Base under siege.

It was as if an invisible giant hand were pushing the hills, moving them aside to reveal a wide, level road.

Brother Chen had barely finished speaking when a blur passed before his eyes, and he received a solid slap across the face, a burning, stinging pain.

Li Jinxu had once told her that one must coax unruly boys; this trick worked every single time.

A trembling sound rang out, and from each of the eight divine artifacts, a powerful demonic aura floated forth, flying toward Xia Wuji.

Only Jingzhou was a land of four battles; a mere province caught between four factions, the situation could be described as incomparably chaotic.

But this "evolution" was, in fact, not worth the cost for humans. Because the continuous strengthening of physical fitness inevitably led to a massive increase in energy requirements, which in turn suppressed the energy supply to the brain.

Bored, people whispered to one another, secretly speculating about what strange items would appear in the auction house this time.

Wang Sheng was not foolish enough to force together two things that could have been done separately, especially at the cost of damaging his own body. If it weren't for the fact that developing the acupuncture points had to immediately follow the upgrading of the Yuan Soul, he would not have minded separating the two tasks.

This flute had indeed not sounded very good in the past, but he loved the feel of it and kept it with him at all times. He didn't know when the flute's tone had suddenly improved; Master Dan assumed it was the result of his long-term use and "nourishment" that had given birth to such a masterpiece.

Early in the morning, just after breakfast, Lu Qingtian's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Although China had been opening up to the outside world for over a decade, news reports in the United States remained stuck in the past. In the minds of most Americans, it was still a closed, stern, and even terrifying country.

The dragon and the elephant attacked the Lightning Leopard frantically within the formation. Facing the powerful dragon and elephant, the Lightning Leopard whimpered, its body sent flying by the white elephant before its head was crushed by the dragon's claws.

After taking the first bite of the swamp frog meat, one could clearly see those dark, shining eyes brighten even further. The creature squinted in intoxication, then grabbed another piece of meat and stuffed it into its mouth, its cheeks puffing out.

A faint smile seemed to linger on his lips; he was composed and quiet, like a gentle and beautiful youth.

A short while later, the door to the hospital room was pushed open from the outside, and a tall, slender figure walked straight in.

Ye Chen did not hesitate, pointing his sword at the Nether Emperor, Long Wu, and Lei Ting, and then charged toward them.

It seemed that to know whether the bottle contained nectar and what its divine effects were, one would have to wait a while longer.

Even though the Champion Marquis had greatly increased his cultivation, reaching the peak of a Martial Saint, he was still only a step away from becoming a Human Immortal. However, compared to such a Tribulation-Transcending Ghost Immortal, the gap was still too vast.

But both of these demonic beasts possessed the bloodline of divine beasts and had been tempered by countless duels; why were they so terrified that they couldn't even move at a single grunt from the other party?

The opponent stiffened for a moment. Liu Qinghuan fixed his shoulder with one hand and slowly channeled the power of Azure Wood into his Feishu acupoint.

Research institutions around the world detected a massive gravitational wave erupting with Chicago at its center, but all researchers were baffled, as such a level of gravitational fluctuation could no longer be produced by planetary conditions.

It seemed as though killing Qin Lu was something he was entirely certain of, as if he had achieved it through his own strength.

Once they were sure the four had retreated, Jue Tong could not wait to whisper something to Zhi Ting. The latter nodded and shook his head in turn, eventually even furrowing his brows, making it impossible for anyone to guess what Jue Tong had said.

Old Madam Lu was not someone who would lower her head to others easily. Before the old master's funeral, she had rushed over, refusing to leave regardless of how the Gu family treated her, as if she were sincerely apologizing.

This became a platform for him to prove himself to his family. After all, if he continued to stay in Taihe County, sheltered by his cheap father and the clan, he would never be able to establish his own prestige.

Within minutes, most of the melody for the song had emerged; Jin Zhongquan only needed to fill in the rest based on the existing format.

"This is the Eight-Leaf Snow Lotus. Young Master Feng, when shall we begin?" Xue Renkuo took the Eight-Leaf Snow Lotus from his Qiankun Ring and placed it on the table.

The courtyard was not destroyed as a result. The courtyard scorched by Wells quickly sprouted grass and flowers again, and Wells was once more entangled by flower branches, with flowers blooming upon them.

Unexpectedly, this member of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect had such backbone, refusing to betray his peers even in death. This struck Han Lin as rather strange.

Long Bufan's type of spiritual root was not yet known. Jiang Danxi knew that he could endure hardship and had extremely high comprehension, but she dared not guarantee that he could successfully guide his energy within a month.

The noisy sounds continued, but at that moment, someone slammed their hand heavily against the table, and the noise came to an abrupt halt.

The laws of space suddenly turned into a huge pendulum, suspended over the long river of time. With each swing of the pendulum, the incredibly complex hourglass above would operate accordingly, affecting the entire origin and the space of the entire secret realm world.

Yet, this mask was held in the hand of a child who looked incredibly naive, as if he were trying to hand it to him.

The tribulation lightning dissipated, and everything on Tianshan Mountain returned to its usual peace. However, many questions remained in people's minds: what kind of sacred figure lived in this remote courtyard? Why had no one noticed anything before? Surely, after today, many disciples of the Heavenly Snow Sect would come here, curious to investigate.