Chapter 87: Cutting to the Artery?

Moreover, did Zhou Tianhao really know?
In the afternoon, Chen Yang arrived at Tianhao Group.
As soon as he entered the company, he saw Shen Yiyi running out, sobbing and crying.
She happened to bump into Chen Yang.
Seeing it was Chen Yang, Shen Yiyi cried even harder, her sobs growing louder.
After all, she was his woman, Chen...
This sphere of spiritual energy would only explode upon contact with something alive, yet now, with just one strike from Su Jinyue’s sword, it had burst apart.
The eldest child: Both are mothers; I won’t mistake my mother’s aura. I am the eldest, you must trust me.
Each event, like a knot on the web of fate, seemed always there, fixed and unchanging.
After saying these words, he waited a long time for a response from inside, and he couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
Jian Yang hurriedly covered herself with the clothes in her hands, plopping down onto the grass heap strewn with feathers.
Besides painting and writing, there were also bronze ware, porcelain, mostly antiques plundered from Huaxia, as well as some local antiques from the Dwarves.
Obito had long been aware of Black Zetsu’s schemes, and the message Itachi passed on this time was seen by everyone. Obito knew its importance and agreed to it.
Tang Zitong’s silence, her withdrawal, all this anger was focused by Sheng Zhixuan onto Lu Man.
“Don’t be afraid, I still have a secret move!” When Konohamaru said this, even he felt unconvincing.
The damp grenades would explode and simply split in two, with almost no killing power. In the end, the troops suffered great losses and casualties were heavy.
But Kunpeng was an ancient divine beast, already fully grown, with cultivation at least above the Saint level—how could Su Bei possibly resist it?
Understanding this, Yu Huai grew even more curious about Chu Tianxiao’s identity, but after hesitating for a moment, he ultimately lacked the courage to ask.
To witness a perfect sunrise and sunset, the pleasant landscapes, swallows flying over rice fields, dragonflies circling, morning or evening smoke drifting among bamboo and wood, people gathering in twos and threes to chat about family or the world—such scenes are truly beautiful.
Turtles differ from other demonic beasts; their lifespans are very long. Ordinary, untrained turtles can live thousands of years, while those who cultivate can easily reach tens of thousands. Likewise, they are slower to awaken intelligence than typical beasts. This turtle, possessing the bloodline of the Black Tortoise, should be a spirit beast.
However, strictly speaking, Su Bei cannot be considered a true Emperor-level cultivator, for his Emperor-level tribulation has yet to arrive. Luo Qianyu, on the other hand, crossed her Emperor-level tribulation in the sixty-fifth year of cultivation, stepping into the ranks of genuine Emperor-level cultivators.
As Skeleton and his companions continued deeper, the passage illuminated by the Kaguya candlelight faded behind them, and their party gradually reached the inner parts of the building.
“The failure rate for demonic energy transformation is alarmingly high. Let’s hope your white ape cub succeeds,” the Young Lord of the Blood Sky said comfortingly.
However, the threads really seemed limp; under Elena’s sharp longsword, this prison-like blockade was no match at all, falling one by one, littering the ground with “severed limbs,” utterly useless.
Night fell, moonlight like fine silver, casting a silvery-gray cloak across the entire land.
The spies from Jiaozhi were naturally handed over to the governor of Guizhou, but the intelligence also included evidence of a high official colluding with the enemy, discovered by the family of the incoming governor.
If Prince Rong lacked some means, how could he secure a place in court, or speak before the Emperor?