Chapter 24

Having said that, Redick cast a deep look at Xuanyuan Xia and Ling Feng before turning to leave the temple.

"Grandfather, I understand now. Back then, during the Guquan Village incident, our Gao family yielded to Le Fan; it was a matter of compromise. I fear this time, we are facing an even greater necessity for compromise," Gao Sheng remarked.

Her nightgown clung to Han Lianyi’s body just right, leaving her curves barely concealed, stirring the imagination and tempting one to sin.

One afternoon, after waiting bitterly until the end of the workday, he finally caught Lu Kai emerging from another door.

"This is called a Ghost Gun. It doesn't require any origin power to use! Come, let your big brother show you how!" Jack picked up the Ghost Gun and pulled the trigger toward the window.

Liu Yili remembered clearly that just a moment ago, Shen Long had been standing right in front of her, pouring out a passionate confession.

"You are too kind, brother. This is only what we ought to do. The old sect leader treated us so well; without him, we wouldn't be who we are today," Hu Chunlin said with a solemn expression, projecting a sense of gravity. Chen Hao nodded in response.

Right then, gripping the Feihong Sword tightly in his left hand, he stood motionless, cold sweat pouring down his body as he shivered uncontrollably.

"Was it you who sent someone to give Han Lianyi the abortion potion? Was it you who made her tumble down the stairs?" Han Ziye’s rapid-fire questioning pointed directly at Kong Manzhen.

"Hey, Nu Tianba, what do you think Lord Xingkui is planning?" Sha Jie was a simple-minded man who couldn't quite wrap his head around it.

Baili Nuyun smiled bitterly, clutching her chest with a look of helpless agony. "Me? Even with the Black Flame Sword, I am no match for them. I couldn't even hurt a hair on their heads! Oh! I should say, I really... I am truly... no match for them." By the end, her voice was choked with sobs.

"What are you doing? It’s been days since you spoke. Do you realize our situation? We are being treated like fish on a cutting board," I said casually, feigning indifference, mostly because I didn't want the True Dragon Devourer to worry too much.

An Yifeng leaned against the wall of the carriage, eyes closed in rest; his black python-patterned robe only served to highlight his extraordinary grace.

Both sets of parents were overjoyed, excitedly discussing the children's wedding and deciding to hold it at the end of the month.

The three military vehicles were driven in shifts. When not driving, the soldiers kept their eyes closed to rest, so they were currently fully alert and devoid of any drowsiness.

The golden sun emerged from the sea of clouds, adorning the drifting mists with golden hues. Near and far, the mountains stood like jagged, ink-black cliffs. Baili Nuyun suddenly felt as if time had slipped back; the scene before her looked exactly as it had when she laid Prince Baili Quan to rest.

I saw through the tactic instantly: a gut strike, a kidney blow, a throat slit—this sequence was executed with a single weapon, seamless and flawless. The lingering heat of the blade only made the agony of the lacerations all the more intense.

That night, Jiang Xian cleared out a room in the backyard for Sanyue Xue to sleep in. Baili Nuyun spent the night in the front courtyard, clearing the grounds, unable to sleep a wink.

I had overestimated the creature's intelligence; after shaking its head, it continued to charge at me with claws bared and teeth exposed. I cursed fiercely, turned, and ran.

The once-clear river was now covered in a layer of oily rust; the water weeds were yellowed and coated in thick, mud-like grime. The fish and shrimp were dead, floating downstream. Though the smell wasn't overwhelming in the village, it was still stifling.

Upon hearing the news, Yun Feixue was delighted. She promised that in addition to the end-of-month bonuses, she would give out red envelopes to everyone after she returned from her vacation, hoping to boost the staff's morale.

"I won't survive? Bah! I dared to do it, so I don't fear the consequences... A magistrate like you isn't worth much," Bai Baoqi shouted mockingly, as if Cai Yuancheng were already a dead man.

However, Cassiano's string of infuriating words and actions left Isabelle with no appetite for the seafood platter before her. What was worse, she couldn't afford to show her indignation.

"How can he be this strong?" The middle-aged man looked horrified. Although he wasn't a King-tier powerhouse, he was a Heavenly Dao Venerable incredibly close to that level, yet he had been severely wounded by a single strike from Dongfang Han.

"Hey, what is it?" Sir Andrew, having won back a dozen pennies, turned his face toward the door and asked.

"Do you want to taste the feeling of my 'Fatal Chain Kicks'?" Liu Ruoxue gave them a cold smile, one that held infinite murderous intent.

The halberdier watched as his chest was pierced by the weapon; he lost consciousness before he could even scream. Fast, hidden behind him, yanked his blade out, and gripping the hilt—now stained with the Scotsman's blood—he lunged viciously at the middle-aged sergeant standing two or three paces away.

Two equally powerful currents of profound energy collided in mid-air, locked in a stalemate, neither side able to gain the upper hand.

He had been cultivating the Divine Dao techniques obtained from the Ink Bamboo, becoming a Tier Three Sealing Master. Had he not met Liu Wei, he might have become a formidable warlord years later, relying on the complete inheritance from the Ink Bamboo and various technological weapons.

Dilonjie knew that the strength Amasete displayed was something he couldn't overcome, but relying on his exquisite flying shuttle techniques, he could keep his distance and remain safe from Amasete's reach.

One day, while deducing herb formulas based on ancient alchemy recipes, he suddenly opened his eyes. With a wave of his hand, the giant boulder blocking the cave entrance was moved aside, and the Divine Crow Taoist and Jiang Fusheng rushed in on rays of light.

"Work at home is busy! I'm old, and my appetite isn't what it used to be. If I don't lose weight, should I keep growing?" Long Zushan sighed, a puff of smoke escaping his mouth and dissipating above his head.

The mountain-water python clearly didn't possess a spatial bag. After searching for a long time, Lang Hongshan found nothing useful. Looking at the python, now nothing more than skin and flesh, he helplessly walked back into the valley to search again.