Volume 1, Chapter 39: The Unlucky and Humble Water Ghost

It must be understood that Chu Liu possesses an omni-elemental nature, which allows him to manifest wings of energy in any attribute. The current pale cyan hue is merely because the wind attribute is more conducive to flight; if he so desired, Chu Liu could shift the wings to any color, each representing a different elemental power.

Back then, Chu Liu had killed a Devil Fruit-wielding captain aboard a pirate ship. Hina, inexperienced at the time, failed to observe the situation closely and ordered a direct cannon bombardment upon the vessel, resulting in the pirate ship being blown to pieces.

The loyal Feng Qingmian believed that by keeping to himself, avoiding cliques, and performing his duties faithfully, he could ensure the safety of his family.

Just as everyone present assumed that even if Ning Yuan were lucky enough to survive the day, he would surely suffer severe burns.

In the main hall of the Prince’s mansion, Bai Xinxin was dressed in his usual white. A gentle, handsome smile graced his face, making him appear like an ethereal immortal who had long been secluded in the mountains—a truly striking sight.

Overcome with agitation, the bathrobe she was wrapped in slipped from her shoulders, sliding down her snow-white skin.

Naturally, these genetic beasts, part of the "Behemoth Project," were not the true foundation of the Devo Group; they were merely displayed to reassure investors and bolster their confidence.

Immediately, the two of them widened their large, watery eyes, staring at each other without a single blink.

His junior sister, Yang Ru, was certainly very beautiful, but compared to Sun Qian'er, the difference was as vast as that between heaven and earth.

"Where could he have gone?" Gao Yang asked himself. Since arriving in Qingzhou, to keep his whereabouts hidden, Xiao Lisheng had been concealing himself within the Qingzhou government offices.

Deep down, she was afraid—afraid that he might be her enemy, and that her parents had died at the hands of his kin.

The mortal realm is like an online game, whereas the Corpse Ghost Residence is a single-player experience; even if there were a multiplayer option, it would surely be via Bluetooth.

The next morning, Su Jinru was the first to wake. Though she felt weak throughout her entire body, she was doing much better than she had been the day before or during the previous night.

Although half the process was successful, the scent was far too potent and the smoke too thick; it was not only useless for bewitching others, but she feared she could not endure it herself for long. Ah Shilong picked up a flask, took a gulp of wine, and pinched his nose to stop his breathing, lest he be poisoned by his own toxin.

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Those people all said roughly the same thing: their king and his subjects had fallen gravely ill, and according to their diviner's prophecy, they were the saviors destined to resolve their crisis.

In truth, he had been plagued by a sense of foreboding for days, feeling that he might be punished for his recent failures. He had not expected the day to arrive so soon, but... in this moment, he didn't feel as miserable as he had anticipated; instead, there was a sense of final relief.

Jun Xuanye frowned in displeasure, yet he rose to head outside. He opened the door and quickly pulled it shut behind him.

Clad in tan leather armor with a long black bow slung across his back, he was loudly berating two archers dressed in chainmail, their voices audible to Vitruvius from a great distance.

After their discussion, the two traveled to the Mirror-Born Continent and, tracking the direction of the spatial tremors, confirmed they originated from Gourd Star.

Xia Ling stood nearby. Before the match began, everyone accessed their interfaces to familiarize themselves with their opponent's tactics.

"Few dare speak to me in such a manner. You ought to show some respect," Shengguang said indifferently. He then withdrew his hand and clenched it slightly; the white light flickering over the Sixth Venerable’s body condensed into a sphere and vanished into Shengguang’s palm.

Watching the youth’s frail back, a flicker of emotion crossed the Emperor's icy face, though it vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced by calm and a tone filled with frenzied fighting spirit.

"Never mind her, Master. I am ready." Ye Feng walked toward the Sun-Swallowing Demon Bear and communicated with the Emperor using his soul power.

Gu Citing was cunning indeed, layering trap upon trap to make them believe they were about to find the child, only to have them arrive and find nothing but emptiness.

On the water, Tang Hong and Qing Huan, having waited in vain for Ye Feng and Murong Ling to surface, dove in to investigate. They surfaced to see Murong Ling tearfully chasing Ye Feng, leaving the two of them utterly bewildered. Good heavens, what on earth was going on?

Although the high school entrance exam results in Donghai City were released somewhat late, Shao Cheng and Xin Zhuihui had nothing to worry about. The two prospective high schoolers planned to play for a few days before enrolling in a cram school in July or August to get a head start on their high school curriculum.

The system curled into a ball, glaring with its bright red, round eyes, its wild red hair standing on end as if electrified.

Fu Hanzheng, meanwhile, finally let out a breath he had been holding the entire time, relieved that both she and the baby were safe and healthy.

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Hiss—as the milky liquid splashed against the cave wall, sinister white smoke rose into the air, and a foul, scorched stench drifted toward them.

The ratio of troops was six to one, artillery five to one, and tanks as high as eight to one; this was the dire situation facing the Israel Defense Forces on the Golan Heights.

Their country... was gone. The ideal they had fought for their entire lives had been shattered just like that.

The team members responded with passionate roars. Many stood from their seats, looking around the dressing room at their teammates, fists clenched and emotions running high.

The Right Martial Guard camp became much quieter after the three main combat divisions departed. Only one regiment of the security brigade remained stationed there, while the other two had been handed over to Wang Xiang by Wang Wei to be taken to Fengzhou.

If she couldn't scare them away, she would have to grit her teeth and do it. Killing a person should be no different from killing a chicken—a simple slash to the throat. Thinking of this, Yu Siyi felt that murder was not so difficult after all.

He Bo felt not a shred of sympathy for those who had died in vain. However, he was deeply concerned about the battle in the sky between the Demon Queen and Chi Hongluo; if the Demon Queen obtained the Exquisite Pagoda, the death toll would be far greater than just those who had fallen tonight.

Junk was filled with nostalgia. Saviola had risen to fame at the 2001 World Youth Championship, a tournament where many had fallen in love with this spirited Argentine striker.

AC Milan would be visiting Old Trafford later that day to face Manchester United; at this moment, Old Trafford would become the focus of all Europe. Two years ago, in the Champions League final in Istanbul, Ambrosini had missed out due to injury, but this time, he would have the chance to help AC Milan on the pitch.

On the road, Ariel regained consciousness in a daze, her body burning with a high fever that left her delirious.

"Old Zhang, is there truly no other way?" Shen Guoqiang asked, feeling dejected. Though he had accepted the reality, he could not help but harbor a sliver of desperate hope.