Volume 1, Chapter 61: Fang Yuan Brutally Slaughters Desperate Criminals, the Weak Do Not Deserve Pity

"Kid, you are too arrogant!" A burly man roared, his muscles tensing, his scars looking particularly ferocious under the dim light. "Today I'll let you know that in this Hell Slaughter Arena, you don't survive just by running your mouth!"

Meanwhile, another emaciated man wore a gloomy expression and sneered, "Hmph, you don't have an ounce of soul power, yet your temper is ridiculously arrogant. You'll be crying soon enough."

The other contestants chimed in as well, their words filled with disdain and hostility toward Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan, however, did not care in the least. He burst out laughing, his laughter brimming with confidence and composure, "Stop wasting breath, if you..."

However, Li Mu did not give them a chance to dodge. Instead, after a moment of deep thought, he unhesitatingly headed toward the starry void where the battle was taking place.

At this moment, Huang Yaoshi was filled with endless regret, never expecting that the junior brother he cherished and raised himself would be the one to harm him.

Moreover, seeing the blood spit out when he was knocked flying, it was obvious that he was seriously injured this time.

I purposely said to Yaoyao, "You're not finding out about this for the first time, why are you still so angry? Could it be that you still harbor feelings for Xian Ziyi..." I deliberately put on a very surprised look.

After Sun Donglin and the others returned and arranged their ongoing tasks, they gave me the date. Zhang Lei had no issues on his end either. The time was set for two days before I planned to leave Yunnan, and the location was a very famous local restaurant.

It turned out that his master had previously made him take an antidote. Since he constantly dealt with poisons, he was still afraid of being poisoned by others, but back then there was only a single pill, which had been given to Sima Yi.

The Furong Palace was a venue used for celebrations; what were they going there for? The Emperor was extremely puzzled, but since he could not very well go and ask, he simply waited quietly, figuring that before they left the palace, they would at least come and pay their respects to him.

And appearing before his eyes were Irene, Murong Yue, and the others, all looking at him with great excitement, as if they were truly waiting for his return.

Midnight slowly descended. At this moment, Qin Tian's heart was completely calm. He merely closed his eyes slightly, slowly waiting for the moment of deepest human fatigue to arrive.

Upon seeing the white orb cradled in Su Lü's hands, Du Song was naturally startled, but his reaction was overwhelmingly one of joy.

No wonder two ghost messengers had to act separately; so that was how it was. I was responsible for handling Wu Ge, and the Third Prince was responsible for handling the princess.

However, as the saying goes, there are no impenetrable walls in this world. Defend against outsiders as one might, a thief from within is the hardest to guard against. Although the matter of the potatoes had not been widely spread, some people still got wind of it.

"Are you refreshed after venting your anger?" An Yuxin had prepared a cup of water for his wife early on, figuring that after talking for so long, she would definitely feel her throat dry.

After all, training a hunter only required a tiny bit of hatred plus a silver blade, while monsters could be burned or even killed with just a tiny bit of silver.

His remark made Heather somewhat embarrassed, and she hastily muttered that she had business to attend to before running off to the neighboring Crimson Rose.

The youths did not know whether they admired Li Xunhuan or the Shadow Swordsman more. Perhaps in their eyes, the Shadow Swordsman was Li Xunhuan, and Li Xunhuan was the Shadow Swordsman.

The demon was dead, and the constraints on the hunters were finally lifted. Christine had already recovered from the suffocation just moments before.

Su Hang reached out to take the umbrella, but no matter how hard he pulled, he could not separate it from Zhou Baiqing's grip.

For the people of the Huaning Palace, such occurrences were quite normal. Especially over this past month, it happened every few days, and everyone had grown accustomed to it.

The woman walking arm-in-arm with President Sheng looked very young and beautiful; this was his second wife, probably not even thirty years old yet.

Consequently, the elective course was offered for two semesters, but not many students enrolled—fewer than thirty in total, twenty-five of whom were male students.

Humph! This guy is living proof of Old Dad's bootlicker! Zhilan gnashed her teeth, glared at him resentfully, glanced back at her younger brother, stamped her foot, and left with Zhui'er. Zhan Shaofeng, unhurriedly, followed silently behind.

"When Qiuyun returns, how are her future career developments arranged?" Xiao Yang asked out of curiosity. He had never asked about this matter before.

This was precisely the effect Shanzhu wanted. The promotional goal had already been achieved, and it was dozens of times more effective than spending millions on advertising on television, the internet, or search engines.

A massive multinational corporation like Qingcang would certainly not be easy to investigate. He would have to go back and think of a way, resolving things with money whenever possible.

It sounded like he was comforting Luo Qishan, but Luo Qishan knew that Director Liang was probably laughing inwardly. His lover, He Qing, had become a team leader—wasn't that something for him to rejoice over? Yet he was here putting on a hypocritical display of pity; truly sickening.

Don't cry, I'm here, I'll find a way. Hey, Yanyan cries and you cry too; you are both the people I love most, isn't this going to be the death of me? Stop crying, feel my heart, you've thrown it into chaos with your crying. Asa's gentle voice was laden with deep affection, and as he spoke, he actually placed Lanzhixin's hand upon his chest.

Gunshots! Xia Zimo was worried to death. Why did she hear gunshots coming from Dongfang Chen's phone? Was he involved with the underworld, or had he encountered some danger?

This made the archer even more panicked. Seeing the pursuers closing in, he gritted his teeth, broke through the bushes to the right, and charged into the mountain forest, attempting to use the terrain to escape.

If you were to ask what plans A, B, and C were, well, let's just say that taking it too seriously means you've already lost. Li Zhishi indicated that with his brilliance, he didn't need anything like plans A, B, or C at all.

It's simply because movie investors lack the patience to invest in young directors, writers, or stars, preferring those with topics, fans, and traffic instead.

I mocked myself, thinking it was truly just my imagination. Thus, I put on my scarf and gloves, continued walking forward, and pretended to ignore the place as I passed through a zone I usually dared not traverse.

However, after stepping into the front hall where cooking was done, Li Zhishi couldn't help feeling a bit of a headache. Breakfast was fine; no matter how many millennia passed, the taste of congee remained fundamentally the same. But when it came to cooking dishes... honestly, he hadn't eaten much of last night's meal, having spent all his time drinking instead.

Liu Meimei did not seem prepared to go out today. Until the sun set, she only went downstairs once to pick up her child from kindergarten, and after that, there was no further movement.

Since the two of them had not taken any human lives, Nie Wei used certain methods to strip their souls from their bodies.

Hu Fengxiu instantly felt a wave of ominous foreboding. A phrase suddenly came to his mind: "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of theoriope behind." Could it be that other guild factions had already been lying in wait behind them, waiting to reap the spoils as the fisherman?