Volume 1, Chapter 51: Freedom?

It must be that vixen Luo Qingxia's doing. My Lord, let us enter the palace immediately and seek an audience with the Emperor. Lady Yue slammed the table and stood up.

A rich and potent vital essence drifted through the air. Even without intentionally executing any cultivation technique to absorb it, the dense ambient energy was frantically drilling into everyone's bodies.

As it has been said before, in Huaxia, Jiawu is a heavy word to recall, representing the former humiliation of the nation.

"Ha-ha, Young Master Long is truly formidable! No one has ever succeeded with my method before. I never expected you to actually pull it off!" Hua Ruyue beamed with a smile as bright as spring flowers.

Along with the sweet voice came a faint wave of warmth from the old man's body. The feeling was akin to lying in the arms of one's beloved, warm enough to induce a sweet intoxication.

Reward: For every alien warship destroyed, all sailors will be distributed corresponding point rewards based on their contribution levels.

Fortunately, the awakening of Long Tengfei managed to ignite a glimmer of hope within his otherwise deadened heart.

For some reason, looking at Ruotong in her sound sleep, Chen Bo suddenly thought of Piaoxue Xi, recalling her peerless face, perfect figure, and gentle, pleasing voice.

Although Chen Bo was usually somewhat unreliable, he knew the priorities and immediately pulled the car into a parking space.

Tang Jinyan pinched the bridge of his nose. This incident could be considered the first failure of his professional career. He had never imagined he would fail so thoroughly, leaving no room for any salvage.

At the foot of the gentle slope, where it connected to the territory of Monkey Gulch, there was a loess cliff nearly a zhang high.

She only knew that the existence of Mu Longfei gave her the courage and strength to fight against the entire world.

Look, Future Group has an overseas parent company, a Hong Kong subsidiary, and a domestic branch. Doesn't it look like a super-large conglomerate now?

Cradling the black cat, she crawled back under her quilt, letting out a melodious giggle hidden beneath the covers.

In an instant, it felt as though he had aged ten thousand years; even his Dharma form could no longer be sustained, reverting to human shape, while absolute terror filled the depths of his eyes.

As a local businessman, Prussia had more than enough passion for the club, but his management was truly plagued with massive problems; otherwise, he would not have driven the team to the verge of bankruptcy.

Whether it was the weight, the structure, or even the deep-seated power contained within it, all were comprehended by her at once.

Just by looking at her running posture, Zhang Mo knew this young lady was merely an amateur enthusiast who simply enjoyed going for a jog in her spare time.

Yet right now, neither the production crew nor the director's team was in any mood to look at the monitor; they were still locked in a standoff with Village Chief Chu Fan and the others.

"Senior, although as an outsider I have no right to voice an opinion, as Xiao Yiqing's friend, I must boldly say my piece."

Ten thousand miles away from this realm, three figures were riding the wind when they suddenly heard this sound. All of them wore expressions of shock, and the Buddhist Dharma they had cultivated for many years within their bodies uncontrollably shuddered.

Looking at the surging blood-red vines, Lin Hao couldn't help but recall the grimace-like blood flowers and the thorny stems beneath them he had seen during the day.

Han Shang felt as though he were looking at an entirely new Ye Chun, his previously parched throat moistened by the saliva he instinctively swallowed.

Although recalling discharged soldiers back into active service against the backdrop of massive military downsizing fundamentally violated the Great Elder's directives, it was entirely worth it for the sake of the five sets of powered exoskeleton armor in Chen Feng and his team's hands.

He felt that his cultivation had already reached the absolute limit of the Quasi-Sage peak, and only a single opportunity was needed to break through.

There were spiritual soul attacks of purple-black light, a martial soul of a white light sphere, a golden battle spear, and a long sword—altogether no less than six or seven types of ferocious attacks simultaneously and frantically crashing down upon Qin Hutu.