Cousins (Third installment of the day)

Neither Prince Zhong nor the Holy Emperor could have ever imagined that the mastermind behind all of this was not Prince Ming Song Xinghai, but his son, Song Li.

Suddenly being rebuked in such a manner, even with his broad and peaceful disposition, he could not help but slightly frown, a flicker of anger rising in his heart.

Moreover, the bag was soft in texture, lacking any rigid or shaped parts to serve as a proper medium. In other words, the current manufacturing craftsmanship was still far from capable of achieving the concept of containing Mount Sumeru within a mustard seed using soft materials.

Abruptly, the sword light slashed down, and the intense radiance covering the entire Guangling Holy Shrine instantly condensed into a single line. Then, that fiercely violent beam of light slashed overwhelmingly toward Yuan Fei.

Hearing that Xiao Yao wanted to stay, the innkeeper's eyes lit up instantly, and he perked right up. He immediately hurried to the front desk, brought over a teapot and two cups, and scurried over, bowing and scraping as he poured the tea. He then grabbed the hand towel off his shoulder, dusted off two wooden benches nearby, and motioned for the two of them to sit down and drink tea.

The ground trembled as twelve earth spikes erupted from the earth, knocking the members of the Flying Eagle Mercenary Corps to the ground one by one.

The immense energy contained within the blood of the Great Saint was even more potent than magma, which should have caused the earth to burn and the ice and snow to melt. However, here, all the blood seemed to have lost its energy, resembling nothing more than ordinary red water.

Lin Mu looked at Sun Yingcai and let out a cold laugh. What a joke! Right now, the last thing Lin Mu feared was comparing family backgrounds with others, especially in Binhai. When it came to comparing backgrounds with him, he could crush you across several city blocks.

In that extremely ancient era, the descendants of the Divine Mountain were once the most powerful faction in the Void Heaven Starfield. Once the Great Bloodline Technique was unleashed, who could contend with them across the world?

If it were the Dark Temple, they would certainly claim that the Dao of Darkness was invincible throughout the world, and that fate and truth were utterly worthless.

"They are already dead! Dead lives cannot be resurrected!" Erza shouted tearfully.

The Sea of Consciousness was extremely bizarre; it was a realm of thought and awareness. The broader one's thoughts, the larger the stage. A sea of consciousness this vast even surpassed the Heavenly Tier. Could this parasitic demonic soul possess a Heavenly Tier cultivation level?

To address these various classifications, Murong Chen had also designed several sets of basic energy-supplying suits tailored for different mission worlds.

However, the very next moment, the gigantic battle elephant along with Mu Anhun on top of it was blasted flying away, and the figure of a peacock appeared in front of Chen Yuan.

The more he thought about it, the more chaotic his mind became, until his brain was practically short-circuiting. He shook his head, refusing to dwell on these matters any longer, and began to drink heavily, emptying bottle after bottle. By the end, he wished he could instantly get drunk right here, so that perhaps by the following morning he might have forgotten something, or at least felt more at ease.

Surviving the fire tribulation was extremely difficult, but the fire tribulation was also exceptionally hard to trigger. Tian Jingzi was well aware of this, which was why he intended to make the best use of this upcoming fire tribulation.

Yue Leng Huhang's eyes widened abruptly. With a sudden twist of his body, he planted himself firmly into the ground, shifting his center of gravity, and delivered a spinning kick straight at Ji Ying's base. Ji Ying was startled, losing his balance as he tumbled backward. Seizing this opportunity, Yue Leng Huhang glided forward sideways with his sword raised, flipping the Kusanagi sword in his hand into a vertical stance—evidently the initiating posture for the Gale Combo.

Yet in the very next instant, a streak of black light shot forth from afar, accompanied by a tremendous piercing shriek and an intensely strong sense of danger.

Furthermore, the Elf race had no cavalry—at least none among the reinforcements that had arrived this time. All they had were archers, who were currently providing a rain of arrows to cover Zheng Zha and prevent the cavalry led by him from suffering too many casualties during the charge.

The cave was not sealed; there was a jagged, tooth-like "sluice gate" ahead, through which light filtered via the gaps between the teeth.

After reading through all of this, Chen墨 suddenly grew curious about which faction Auerbach belonged to. As the legendary powerhouse he had encountered earliest, as well as his mentor, he was very keen to know where the other party's loyalties lay. Since Adrian was not busy, Chen Mo decided to ask him and get a clear answer.

Silence fell upon the office. Zhang Xian was no longer the single Zhang Xian he used to be; he was no longer that unburdened man who had no ties and no one to worry about or care for him.

For the old master Qi Guang, whether it was Qi Wuxuan or Qi Wuyao, they were both his biological grandsons. Whichever one turned out talented and successful would be a tremendous blessing for the Qi family. Now that Qi Wuyao had achieved success, he was not stingy with his praise.

He frowned slightly. The body he had transmigrated into this time contained neither residual consciousness nor a single shred of information hint.

Compared to Hong Zhonghao, Li Enhui's complexion was not very good. She was still brooding over the affairs of Hong Ruien and Zhang Xian. Back then, the only reason she had gotten to know Hong Zhonghao in the first place was because of the connection between Hong Ruien and Zhang Xian.

Not knowing what else to do, the sisters covered their faces one after another. Zhang Xian was also stunned; he had never expected to hear such words here, let alone delivered with such righteous confidence.

If True Person Yuan had also entered Building 11, things might have been slightly better. But True Person Yuan had entered Building 8, making it completely impossible for him to cross paths with True Person Lu. Whatever fate awaited True Person Lu, coupled with the entire elite force of Yangchun Taoist Temple, if anything were to truly go wrong, the Yangchun Taoist Temple would be finished.

Jiang Liu sipped some coffee, the faint bitterness lingering in his mouth bringing a touch of healthy color back to his cheeks.

On the side of warriors, only a single formidable hero named Zhu Bi, a wandering warrior named Wang Zhong, and an old acquaintance from Zhaoling named Wu Ben had come to offer their allegiance. All three were appointed by Han Yi to the rank of military commanders, serving as examples of buying horse bones with a thousand pieces of gold to attract talent. The rest—numbering several hundred—were merely mediocre clerks.

As soon as Tie Kuangtu uttered these words, the several people around him chimed in agreement one after another, their movements even falling entirely in sync as they each propped their feet up on the table, shifting their bodies to lie back as comfortably as possible.

Old Man Xie lacked confidence. Logically speaking, this genetic transformation had proceeded according to his design, and the altered contents were identical to those of ancient humans; how could there be no changes at all?