Volume 1, Chapter 63: Tang San Frames Fang Yuan, Fang Yuan Challenges the Slaughter King

"Fifth Elder, do not speak nonsense!" Clear Sky Sect Master Tang Xiao barked in a low voice. Although his tone was not loud, it carried the inherent majesty of a supreme leader. Yet, his gaze could not help but repeatedly drift back to Tang Tiansan. He found Tang Tiansan to be overwhelmingly like his mother, A Yin; those brows, those eyes, and that bearing seemed carved from the very same mold. Gazing at Tang Tiansan, Tang Xiao inevitably sank into deep contemplation, his thoughts running wild like a runaway horse as they were suddenly swept back to those years of the past. He recalled that gentle-as-water A Yin, whose every smile and frown still seemed vivid before his eyes.

He also thought of his own stubborn younger brother, Tang Hao. If it were himself, would he act like Tang Hao to protect...

A flash of surprise crossed Chu Han's eyes. At that very instant, the Nine Heavens Dragon Pride imprinted within his mind materialized, revealing the complete circulation diagram of dragon power.

According to Lin Chen's knowledge, the Xuanwu Empire once ruled the entire Xuanwu Continent, standing as the undisputed premier empire.

Only in this way could Wen Heng shake off their constraints, choose to resist, or resolutely walk away.

Even more disgusting was that piece of trash Yilan. She was clearly a fake, pure lotus flower, yet the brain-dead mother and son of the Lin witch actually praised her.

The Third Combat Zone consisted of ten regiments, each commanded by a peak battle general holding a field-grade military rank. Their specific ranks as senior colonel, colonel, lieutenant colonel, or major were determined strictly by their military merits.

"No matter what methods it takes, we must capture that branch leader and Wu Yuqi in the shortest time possible," Murong Nianshang's eyes flashed with a fierce and ruthless light.

"I sat here for an entire night. Did you go look for Wen Heng?" His tone was utterly calm, yet it condensed an imposing, chilling aura.

He was the crown prince of the dynasty, destined to live amidst dazzling brilliance and the adoration of a myriad of stars.

The disappearance of the nation-protecting divine weapon had been kept concealed from the outside world by the Emperor. He wondered how his father had managed to learn of it, instructing them just before they set out.

"Hmph! Posturing!" The Beast God lunged forward once more, the horns atop its head driving toward Lin Xi's chest like a pair of fatal weapons.

The fake Ding Ning remained unfazed in the face of danger. Dealing with the situation was not overly difficult for him, yet neither was it effortless. Still, he projected an unhurried, steady composure, as if Ding Ning's attacks were entirely incapable of posing a fatal threat to him.

Yet little did he anticipate that his opponent's Dao-heart was twisted, long since beyond caring about worldly consequences. Moreover, with the world enjoying prolonged peace, high-tier cultivators of the Deity Transformation stage had not appeared for many years. To say nothing of Evil Kings, even certain Nascent Soul cultivators only inspired wariness rather than profound terror.

It was a call from Chen Liang. Xu Ping instinctively glanced around, but failed to spot Chen Liang anywhere nearby.

Ding Ning walked over to the side of Li Wei, Zhou Quan, and the others. The head of the Li family wished to invite Ding Ning to the Li residence for a continued conversation, but Ding Ning declined, merely exchanging greetings with Li Wei and Zhou Quan. Afterward, his gaze shifted toward Qian Wolong, Ma Luoyun, and others, nodding slightly before finally resting upon Huangfu Weilong.

However, Gong Qiancan stood on Mu Chu'chen's side. If Old Master Gong refused to stand by her, she would find herself utterly isolated and helpless, and there was no telling whether Old Master Gong might go back on this marriage arrangement.

Those young men were certainly not the only group bullying Ji Cheng; Ding Ning intended to completely eliminate everyone who had ever raised a hand against Ji Cheng.

It was a harmonious scene of junior and senior respecting one another in proper order. Taking advantage of Tai Kangle's pleasant mood, the group of Golden Core cultivators seized the opportunity without missing a beat to seek counsel on various problems. Carried away by the moment and deeply engrossed in conversation, Tai Kangle showed no reluctance in pointing the way out of their迷津 (dilemmas) and immediately bestowed his guidance upon them.

Although that person bolted with the panic of a startled hare, his pace underfoot remained ordinary. Li Hui instructed Yuying to cover the rear, and with a few bounds of his figure, he already blocked the path ahead of that man.

Just as Tang Tiansan was about to lie down for a rest, the intimately familiar sound of the system rang out within his mind.

If it were anyone else taking such a slap, Wukong would undoubtedly have beaten that person to death. With no other choice since the one who struck him was Tang Tiansan, he had no option but to cede his seat.

Qiao Jingnan gave me such a reply. Thinking of this, I felt once again that I was meddling too much, so I said nothing further.

The moment I walked toward the doorway—whether through extreme acceleration or flight—I would instantly be snatched back like a fly and placed right back between those two round objects.

"Don't fall asleep. Accompany me to a party tonight later on; it's very important." Seeing Beiwuyou's decadent demeanor made Dongfang Ruoxue feel furious, and she cast a helpless, disdainful glance at the fellow.

"We can leave now." After tidying up, Yang Yang spoke, following the direction of Xia Zechen's gaze as well. However, Ji Lingfei had already returned to her own desk, leaving Yang Yang to look only at the empty water dispenser.

The more he spoke like this, the more uneasy my heart became, yet I had no way of turning back now.

The sky outside was pitch black. He carried me on his back through a short alley and entered the courtyard-style gates of a large compound. Once inside, the sounds of bustling noise immediately greeted my ears.

It seemed that Nian'er had been bullied, and most likely bullied quite severely at that; otherwise, she would never have fled in the middle of the night.

Xie Meiying said nothing at all, the expression on her face remaining utterly rigid as she drove the car straight out of the villa district and headed toward the city center.

Yao Qinglian's mother was the stereotypical sort who feared the fierce, yet folded before the truly reckless. Seeing that Zhao Yexing possessed a tough and fiery temper, she had long since lost her earlier arrogance, wearing a sullen and disgruntled expression instead.

"In January I need to make a trip to Sanya, and then return to Suzhou. Most of my villa is already completed and entering the final stages; it just so happens I can go check out that place of yours." Fang Zhinong took the wine glass and took a tiny sip.

The Supreme Laojun had said that although these Hundred Herb Pills could not bring the dead back to life, no matter how severe the injuries were, consuming one would ensure everything was fine.

This was Zhang Yuqi's habitual flirtatious trick, yet at this moment he scratched the back of his head with a trace of embarrassment.

She had merely asked her a question; did she really need to fly into such a massive rage at her?

Wasn't that so? She had always suspected that she might have been a boy in her past life; otherwise, why did she always favor boys' clothing, to the extent that every time a new semester started and classes were divided, numerous people mistook her for a male?

"No matter, let her take it. It will also spare His Majesty from grumbling every day that I haven't found a virtuous wife to manage the inner palace, which leaves the Empress unable to enjoy proper companionship," Yang Gao said.

Gao Hongfei raised his head and spotted a vehicle parked across the street, emblazoned with a prominent national emblem and the bold characters for "Procuratorate."

The blood槽 (blood trough) was thoroughly dried up, evidently having remained untouched by blood for countless years. The moment a drop was introduced this time, the trough seemed to revive by half in an instant, surging with countless mystical radiances.

The second tier consisted of the garrison forces in each county. Their active soldiers were meticulously selected from the guard units of various military agricultural colonies and began receiving military pay, effectively making them professional soldiers. They were required to undergo further combat skills training while executing urban security and garrison duties.

Fortunately, this location was still quite a distance away from the mountain peak; otherwise, under such a strike, it was very likely that the Huaxia Academy would have suffered destruction as well.

Yet these two individuals felt rather strange together, consistently finding themselves at a loss for words. They simply walked side by side in silence, watching Jiang Yuan below as he strode forward alone with bold, sweeping strides.

These individuals had no knowledge of the process behind the construction of the Evil Wind Building, and naturally failed to comprehend how it was accomplished. The mere spectacle of this single creation alone filled their hearts with profound shock.