31 Drawing the Sword

Guan Ping understood Wei Yan’s eagerness to achieve merit quite well; after all, even though he was a strategist highly trusted by the leader the moment he joined the organization, people still claimed he had the "bones of a rebel" behind his head.

Even if that "Fading Years" were incredibly wealthy, it would be impossible to gift hundreds of millions every day. If that were truly the case, Sun Hao might have to treat "Fading Years" for his brain out of humanitarian principles—perhaps there was a tumor or something else inside.

Shrimp was one of Pan Meili's absolute favorite foods; no matter how it was prepared or served, she loved it dearly.

"Brother Lu, we were wrong, okay? Please let me go. I promise I will never bully Pan Meili again. Brother Lu, I beg you." Lin Xinghua hung her head and pleaded for mercy.

Hearing the Prince of Rui speak this way, the King of Southern Border was very pleased and felt no awkwardness. Indeed, the Prince of Rui did things cleanly and spoke with watertight precision.

The yellow-haired youth lashed out with a fierce kick to Sun Hao's stomach. Instantly, Sun Hao felt his insides churning; the pain was so intense he couldn't speak, only whimpering as tears streamed down his face.

However, as the Jiangdong soldiers reformed their ranks, it became difficult for them to break through any deeper, and countless Cao soldiers were knocked from their horses.

Lin Jingxin nodded: "I heard the Supreme Elder say earlier that Senior Brother Qin obtained a fragment of the World Tree in the trial grounds."

Listening to Yao Sieren's analysis, Wei Huan nodded slightly. From the current situation, it did indeed seem to be the case.

As it turned out, Nangong Xiao had secretly given Liu Lao a gift of great value. Liu Lao saw that the Prince of Ning was generous, and since the Prince was an imperial son, there might come a day when, if he were fortunate enough to follow the Prince of Ning to succeed in seizing the throne...

Zhao Hao leaped up, tracing a golden arc as he slammed into the figure in the black robe. The black-robed man clenched his fists, swirling with black vortices, and collided head-on with Zhao Hao’s massive golden fist.

He then got into the car, started the Brabus—a vehicle that looked imposing but was unrecognized by anyone here—and drove away.

After Zhang He-shun left, the construction company boss arrived at the site immediately, summoned the project manager, and ordered him to handle the matter properly.

They truly didn't care. When they first obtained this item, they had studied it. Although "Madman" and his group valued it somewhat, it hadn't reached the point where it was absolutely necessary to protect it, so they made the gemstone into a pendant and gave it to An Nuoyan.

Zhang Shao-ning shook her head, hoping that what she saw wasn't an illusion. Of course, it was no mere illusion—it was the manifestation of an evil ghost, and for this, Zhang Shao-ning was all too familiar. Only by guarding one’s true nature can one cross the Yellow Springs; only by holding fast to one’s original heart can one traverse the River of Forgetfulness. These were the rules of Hell.

Furthermore, with his worries relieved, Xu Tian had nothing left to fear. He still had faith in the strength of the giant beast.

The Demon God's attacks were fierce, but the defensive power of the Heaven-Shaking Bell was equally formidable. After attacking for a long time without breaking through, the Demon God grew furious.

The youth who had previously suggested joining forces with the Demon Snake to deal with Xu Tian spoke up again: "Don't be afraid, everyone! He must have been severely wounded after fighting the Demon Snake for so long. There's no need to fear him."

Below, Prince Ang and Tian Chunyang, who previously hadn't taken the situation seriously, suddenly changed color. "Oh no!" The two immediately summoned their respective weapons: Prince Ang brandished the Sun-Wheel, while Tian Chunyang drew his Pure Yang Great Sword.

In reality, the parties involved did not contend, but others always compared them, turning it into a rivalry.

A faint smile suddenly appeared on Bing Han’s normally melancholic face. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and his brows relaxed; he was truly a handsome individual.

Zhou could not measure the size of the eye. At this moment, time and space had lost all meaning. The only two things Zhou could be certain of were that he was still alive and that the entity was before him. As for the distance between them or the height of that eye, he could not judge at all.

After the aftermath of Chu Lanxi’s self-detonation, Heaven’s Punishment descended upon the world, and countless gods and demons watched that direction. What could have happened to provoke such divine retribution? In an instant, countless people headed toward that spot.

After packing his luggage at the hotel, Su Li and Fan Xi hurried back to school without a moment’s rest.

Suddenly, I felt a shiver in my heart. A miasma ghost! She had actually dreamed of a miasma ghost—this didn't seem right, did it?

Kangping City was heavily influenced by the Western Sect, and many of its citizens were devout followers. In the west of the city, there was an ancient temple with a long history; it was said that in the past, the Medicine King Buddha had manifested as a mortal monk to preach there. The temple still preserved the lotus throne of the Medicine King Buddha, hence it was called Lotus Temple.

However, once this wooden sign was hung, it attracted many passersby who pointed and laughed, wondering if the boss had lost his mind.

He took the bath towel with one hand and draped it over his shoulders, while the other hand held the water. Finding that the cap had already been unscrewed, he thought to himself that Duanmu Lin was quite thoughtful.

Su Li was stunned by his deep, affectionate gaze and, startled, quickly shut her iron gate.

Playing chess was indeed a way to pass the long, dull night. Before they knew it, the two could faintly hear the sound of the fifth watch drum.

Because the fruits and ferns here were produced in untouched primeval rainforests, they were purely natural, pollution-free, and contained no pigments or additives.

After the two left, Mo Langyue finally didn't have to keep up appearances; her body went limp as she leaned against the wall.

Especially Tianming, Shaoyu, and Shilan, who were exhausted after the intense battle and were now sleeping soundly.

The dust gradually settled. Thousands of rioters, old and young, strong and thin, all had yellow cloth wrapped around their heads. This was the legendary Yellow Turban Army that had thrown the Eastern Han Dynasty into chaos.

Seeing this harrowing scene, it wasn't just Ying Jun whose heart was pounding; even Lin Ruoxi, Iron Snake, and Baldy Qiang, who were constantly watching over him, were so frightened that their clothes were instantly drenched in cold sweat.

Suddenly, Ying Zheng fixed his gaze back on Gao Jianli and asked, "If one day Fusu truly takes control of Great Qin, would you be willing to assist him?" There was a longing in Ying Zheng's eyes. In this moment, he was not an emperor, but a father, silently sacrificing for his son.

"I see it. What is that? It’s so huge." Lin Ruoxi answered instinctively, only to blush slightly afterward, feeling that her words were a bit ambiguous.

Sitting in the same carriage, Zhu Yingying’s thoughts were far less complex than Yun Gu’s. But being a clever woman, she also knew who the ultimate target of Yun Gu’s efforts to bring Mo Langyue along was. Thus, her heart was filled with nothing but gratitude.