Chapter 52
After Fiona distracted that monstrous knight, the Demacian warriors finally stopped collapsing like they had moments ago. They regrouped and sounded the battle horn against the Noxians.
Qingcheng’s words astonished Jin Xian beyond measure, and amid his surprise was a faint joy. He hadn’t expected Qingcheng to say such things.
The alchemists of the Northern An Kingdom far outnumbered and surpassed those of the Cangyuan Kingdom in rank, yet a young mid-stage Dan King like Su Moliang remained quite rare.
In the next instant, the Exiled Blade wielded overwhelming force against Irelia, while Irelia’s ancestral greatsword, empowered by the special sword intent of the four supreme blades behind her, met Riven’s attack without hesitation.
Yun Chujou’s heart sank. Since he had already asked, it meant he was convinced; any protest was useless. It was better to play along with the plan.
The doctor explained that Bai’s twins had complications during birth, draining too much vitality. It was best for her to undergo a full hundred-day postpartum confinement to avoid lasting health issues.
The moment Leng Shaoting received Zhan Zhiyin’s call and heard she had returned just outside the door, Leng Shaoming immediately went to open it, his excitement palpable.
Yet, when the moment came, the portal was opened prematurely, and he dared not activate the self-destruct mode. He feared that if he did, the destruction of the alien planet’s life would be discovered by Qingcheng.
Axu sighed, “In that case, I’d rather not marry. My cousin is right; it’s better to roam free and easy alone than to speak of love and affection.”
Sometimes, identity doesn’t matter, but at critical moments, it can be the very thing to save someone from peril.
In the top lane, Lin Lin’s Sword Maiden faced Jayce, starting with Doran’s Shield and two Health Potions—a steady setup. As long as Jayce couldn’t constantly harass, the Sword Maiden had a chance to win.
For billions of years, countless epochs passed: ancient tribes, divine wars of the middle age, primordial ruptures, demon uprisings. The ancient, sealed histories form a grand and tragic epic—a saga of immortals, demons, gods, and mortals; of tribes across the central heavens; and of colossal ancient beasts buried and lost forever to the world.
Though first-rate masters differ greatly from supermasters, peak experts, and grandmasters, they are nonetheless formidable beings.
The near-possession by Jiang Li, the near-death body forging by the heavenly thunder in the void rift—all these were briefly mentioned. The focus was on the purple-eyed zombie who shed blood to save others, and later, Duanchou’s appearance to destroy Jiang Li’s primordial spirit.
Looking at the world inside the mirror and then outside, I glanced left and right, put on and took off my glasses. Suddenly, I realized the world and myself in the mirror were so clean. I wondered: was my glasses dirty, or were my eyes?
It must be said that true god-level swordsmanship greatly sharpens one’s understanding of the sword’s true intent. Almost daily, Lin Huang could clearly feel his sword intent deepening.
“Of course! The soldiers trudged through the marsh for most of the day; finally seeing solid ground, how could they not be excited?” A Yan found it natural.
Why would a force with genetic warriors and mech soldiers need fragile soldiers?
Saffenges hailed from Northka, where the chaos had lasted centuries. The principality’s overall weakness stemmed from warlord fragmentation, yet these warlords were by no means weak.
Seeing the newcomer, the surrounding cultivators all paused, their faces twitching in a strange expression toward him.
“Senior Poison, you attack with all your might; I’ll follow behind with Han Fei. They can’t pierce the armor anyway, so let them bite,” Lin Yumeng shouted to the serpent, drawing Han Fei close.
As soon as the car stopped, Liu Qing opened the door and hurried out, crouching to vomit, though nothing came up.
When Wu’er returned, she saw Ye Rong had not yet left. Li Sheng sat a while, feeling sleepy, and left first.
Just moments ago mocking Meng Fan as a country bumpkin, now she suddenly felt the century-old Bai family was the true bumpkin.
Because this demon fled, the Yellow Emperor and his consort Leizu almost fell victim to its poison on their wedding night—an untold story.
The applause at the scene surged wave after wave, the same hellish fiends rejoicing that this demon grasped the world’s highest truth.
Hearing this, Li Tianqi was shocked. Why was he here? Anxiously, he glanced toward the nearby screen.
After all, a girl’s experience at university and her life beyond differ greatly, often causing profound changes that can be disorienting.
His action caught everyone off guard. No one expected him to truly abandon evil and embrace good, turning sorrow into joy and excitement.
Mo Sanqiu rolled her eyes. When had she ever admired him? Damn, his gaze was off. Just as she prepared to strike back, the ground beneath her writhed. Her expression changed drastically as she pulled Lin Yumeng three meters away, eyes fixed on where she had just stood.
For Yukimura Seiji now, it was his happiest time; after all, the one he loved was right beside him, and he could see her whenever he wished.
Chu Xiao walked straight in, followed by Feng Guang and Yan Bai. They glanced at the infirmary; unsurprisingly, it was as chaotic as a dormitory they knew well.