Volume 1, Chapter 38: Here Lies My Head!

This is what disgusts Ji Shi the most. He previously claimed that Jiang Xie could not harm him in the slightest, adding that if he were to be injured, he would be Jiang Xie’s grandson.

Compared to the Despair Spider Mother’s grand ambition to touch the peak of the astral realm and explore its deepest secrets, Locke, the supreme knight sovereign of the Wizard World, actually lacks such grand aspirations.

However, her current condition is dire; the spiritual energy consumption within this illusion is far more intense than she had imagined.

He floated above the clouds, trembling all over, in extreme agony. He longed to rescue Fang Siruo at that very moment, but after the battle, he was nearly exhausted and gravely wounded. Never mind saving Fang Siruo, it remained uncertain whether he could even return to his own physical body.

The tiny bit of elemental energy he had just drawn out was snatched away by the green energy vortex before he could even warm it.

Chen Xiao left a sword scar here that even the sect’s high-ranking officials dare not erase. They left it as a memorial, which in itself serves as proof of Chen Xiao’s power and terror.

Si Luoyi said nothing; she merely clenched her fists, staring at the young man with bloodshot eyes.

Despite being hundreds of thousands of years old, an age-old man, he was still obsessively fixated on Mei.

"It will definitely surprise you!" Long Xiaotian clenched his fist, his confidence greater than ever before.

Three months passed in the process of detoxifying. Not every session yielded as much as the first; the first session removed ten percent, the second five percent... By the time three months had passed, only about thirty percent of the cold poison in Old Ge’s body had been removed, and his strength had only recovered to the level of an elder.

"Do you guys feel like something is wrong?" Qiang Buqiang asked, looking down at his feet.

"Don't try to change the subject; I’m waiting for your explanation." Though Hoffman claimed he wasn’t falling for it, his body was very honest as he took it and sipped.

Because of the upcoming wedding, all the aunts and relatives had arrived. Aside from a few she recognized, Yi Ling found the rest to be complete strangers. Unable to remember them all, she simply nodded and smiled at everyone she met.

The cheers from the crowd rose again. Despite the many unpleasant incidents earlier, none of the spectators viewed the two as villains, attributing the events instead to Tang Li’s strategy.

Utilizing the immensely strong Pangu Axe Guards as a driving force, with King Solomon’s magic troops providing cover and the towering, sturdy Divine Might Lu Gong carts advancing step by step, they pushed forward.

A commander in flight would never be alone. Huyan Geng commanded over a hundred thousand troops, and a man of his rank would have at least a thousand personal guards. The commander’s banner is the soul of an army; by raising it, he would gather a significant number of soldiers, and Wanyan Yinshuke would have to exert his full strength.

Cheng Yulian’s suspended heart finally settled. With this relief, she suddenly remembered the back she had just seen. She felt that the appearance of this sparrow here was no coincidence. She had seen it yesterday and again today. How could it be such a coincidence? Could this sparrow really be kept by someone?

Ma Feng, who was on a killing spree in the battlefield, spotted Yun Kong, who was doing the same. He immediately abandoned his current opponent and charged toward Yun Kong with a roar.

"I will be heading to Dubai tomorrow. I hope to see you there." Chen Bo smiled mysteriously, leaving him with a look that could be felt but not described.

"Teacher." Zhou Yu could no longer maintain his composure, looking urgently toward Lu Yao, hoping that the world-renowned King of Zhuya could turn decay into magic and resolve the threat of these water bandits.

He tore off the man’s limbs with ease, watching him howl and writhe in agony, before slicing him at the waist to increase his suffering, and finally decapitating him.

The Battle of San Francisco lasted from the morning until the early hours of the next day, ultimately ending in the defeat of the U.S. forces. Caught in a pincer movement by tens of thousands of Chinese naval and land troops, with air support, San Francisco was besieged from three sides. The U.S. forces could not hold out and a gap was breached from the south by the Chinese army.

Since she had decided not to care about Huangfu Ye’s thoughts, pawning the phone he gave her was of no great consequence.

She tried several times, but by the four o'clock session that afternoon, there was still no unusual change.

Suddenly, the minotaur jumped up with a howl, shot a "you pervert" look of terror at student Shi Qi, and bolted in a panic, running for his life.

A flash of disdain crossed her emerald eyes, though Yu Wuxia understood that pressing Ah Liang would not make him reveal the truth.

Fortunately, the monsters in the Fog World were not aggressive; they did not attack Chen Feng on sight, which saved some time.

When it finally came time for the Chinese representative to sign, the representatives of other countries realized that one of the victorious nations—the Chinese, who had made quite a splash in this European war—had only sent a very young representative to sit expressionless in the Hall of Mirrors at the Palace of Versailles.

From initial hatred to annoyance, then worry, jealousy, and finally, whenever she closed her eyes, she was all she could see. Just by looking at her, the past anxieties and panic would instantly dissipate.

"In any case, no matter what you say! Lie Yan is now the mistress of our Mu family, the lady of our house! You want to deny it? That’s impossible!!" Mu Fang’s booming voice made Lie Yan twitch the corner of her mouth.

Ye Qing did not think this was a good thing at all, remaining highly vigilant in her heart, though she feigned a look of joy on her face.

She acted as if she had no choice due to her health. Tuba had never imagined there could be someone in this world who couldn’t eat meat, and after cursing her for being pretentious, he left.

So many years had passed, and this was the first time he had encountered a child with such "composure" at this age.

After three laps, which totaled three thousand meters, Cui Yong was gasping for air, his mouth parched, and his legs felt as heavy as lead.

"This, this," hearing Angela say she would not return to the Divine Realm, Thor’s expression darkened. "There’s no need to go that far."

Qing Ling rolled her eyes at him viciously, while Jia Qiantian remained calm with no reaction.

A crescent beam of divine light pierced the sky, shooting away with a "pfft." The raptor let out a miserable shriek as one of its wings was cleanly severed, feathers flying and blood spraying across the sky.