Chapter 53: The Beginning

Page (1/3)
The demonic god’s colossal hand stretched out into the void, instantly grasping the two puppets firmly in its palm. No matter how vigorously the two burly figures struggled, they could not break free from the demonic god’s grasp.
Fang Hui’s strength and character were evident within the Grand Thousand Academy. Wu Yuruo had already sensed it; she truly feared that if Fang Hui grew displeased, she might eliminate Wu Qiang without hesitation.
From that moment on, a ruler’s happy life was dictated by his few beloved confidantes.
Just moments before, as Lin Tian stepped into this room, she immediately felt it was noticeably colder inside than outside.
She stood gracefully, her complexion as pale as frost, dressed in an elegant purple gown that exuded nobility and otherworldly charm.
As the camera panned, only scattered gunfire lit up sporadically, revealing their positions. Eventually, the teams from the other three directions met at the camp’s center, each giving a universal “OK” gesture and glancing toward the vantage point from which the entire camp was visible.
“I have already inscribed all the terms of the contract above. If you find no issues, please write your name or mark with your essence blood and then impart a thread of your divine consciousness onto it.”
“Shaman Beast!” Gazing at the shaman beast who died saving Dilu Beast, tears welled uncontrollably in both Jia’er’s and Dilu Beast’s eyes. At that moment, the sacred plan and the key to evolution in her hands both emitted dazzling light simultaneously.
Only the swordlight and blade brilliance wielded by those six demigods could pierce its defense and injure it, or even slay it outright.
Indeed, Wang Lang came from humble origins. He could not treat wealth as worthless, nor did he hypocritically present himself as a saint. He loved money, as did all people.
As she spoke, tears shimmered in her eyes, a deep unwillingness evident, yet she was powerless; after all, her future and prospects depended entirely on Chen Muxue’s single word.
Their eyes met; Wang Er did not hesitate, spitting a mouthful of blood at the corpse. The corpse recoiled a few steps but then lunged forward.

Page (2/3)
Seated at the center of the carriage, Shen Lanzhu lifted the curtain to peer inside. The prince remained the cold-hearted, emotionless man he always was.
Alas, good men receive no reward; the king, barely over fifty, had fallen ill with a chronic disease, his condition worsening daily.
“Axuan, stay here. Don’t let him pass.” Wang Er instructed Axuan, who responded with a nod, leapt to the balcony entrance, sat down, and fixed his eyes unwaveringly on the ghost.
At this moment, Su Zheng and Chen Muxue faintly heard the commotion outside. While Su Zheng’s expression remained composed, Chen Muxue was utterly stunned.
During this period, Ai Fei and his group passed through a major city where the navy was stationed. They had no desire to provoke conflict with the navy at this time.
After prolonged exertion, Ye Yuxuan’s limbs felt fatigued. Rapidly changing her techniques consumed far more energy than she had anticipated.
The iron sword trembled fiercely, sending the demonic blood wolf flying. Then, a sharp slash tore open its abdomen.
“Yes, I am ungrateful and no saint, but Prince, can you let go now?” Shen Lanzhu smiled helplessly before the prince, her expression fragile yet enchanting.
The cloaked figure pulled back his hood, revealing his face. Sparse, withered yellow hair clung to loose scalp. His visage was riddled with decayed flesh; the chin’s skin was gone, exposing bare, grim white bones. His eyes glowed a sinister yellow.
You Ruo remained expressionless throughout, quietly accompanying Zou Rong without comment, gently and silently watching him.
Suddenly, she let out a roar, like thunder from clear skies, startling everyone inside the cube except the mermaid, who remained statue-like and unresponsive.
After eating noodles, Gu Nianhua awkwardly sent Jin Xiu back to her room, then went to find Lao Zhao, Qin Jiangming’s old servant.

Page (3/3)
Actually, eating a lot without gaining weight is not necessarily good, unless one is usually energetic and vigorous. If appetite is good but one often feels fatigued and listless, caution is needed. This may indicate a relatively weak spleen and stomach function, causing digestive and absorption issues.
Palest struggled to move his arms forward. He used the white and blue half-body emblem shield on his arm to block the fierce side winds while patrolling the empty dock clad in heavy armor.
The nurse on duty in the ward saw everything and felt heartbroken. She covered Deng Hongying with a thin blanket to prevent her from catching a cold while asleep.
Li Ye’s counterattack caught the enemy off guard—where did the cannon come from? Could there be artillery reinforcements?
The soldiers were enveloped in a thick layer of holy light. Undead affected by the light burned as if scorched, emitting a foul stench as they collapsed.
Angel now regretted not having thoroughly inquired about the specifics of the Xisia Hanging Prison Staircase, relying instead on his experience in the Dream Realm.
Kang Fanni glared at Fu Yuanye with reddened eyes, tugged the meal cart outside, and entered the room wielding a knife.
The sudden turn of events cast a shadow over Cheng Lingyu’s face. He had sensed danger beforehand and was not overly alarmed, but unable to determine the source or severity of the threat, he remained cautious.
Power requires law to operate. The conduit through which power and law exchange is the meridian system.
His mind seemed blank. After several minutes, Bai Qian finally awoke, looked down at herself lying in bed, climbed up, pulled the covers over, and fell back into a deep sleep.