Volume 1, Chapter 28: Assassinating Myself

"Instead of gathering so much useless trash to cobble together various bloodlines, it would be better to choose one powerful bloodline. Of course, since you are following a path where two energies collide, you must choose two compatible bloodlines, rather than just picking a vampire bloodline and internal energy at random."

Qi Yu looked very happy. As he turned to look at Mo Langyue, he began to laugh again. This smile suddenly became not at all arrogant, but bright and pure.

A scream rang out as Mo, the one with the rooster-like hair, was sent flying by two punches from Long Miaomiao, rolling on the ground while clutching his face and shrieking.

Watching Xie Bi’s retreating figure, the man felt a wave of despair. He watched helplessly as Xie Bi and Huang Yun disappeared into the vast sea of people, unable to do anything about it.

Master Huiming said, "This is a good plan; we have no objections." The others nodded in agreement.

"Lend me one hundred thousand! Within half a year, I will return one million to you!" Lin Yan’s words carried a faint sense of confidence and composure.

However, the shopkeeper, Liu Feng, was secretly laughing this time. He dared not show it on his face, clearly afraid that the two would discover his thoughts, but the repressed mirth made his face turn red.

The man in the black robe sneered, "What does it matter if you have the heart of an emperor but not the destiny for it? In the end, it will all come to nothing. To find such an opponent in one's lifetime is far more interesting than being an emperor." Who could this opponent be?

"Wait!" Cheng Lingzhi hurriedly spoke up to stop him. She hadn't asked him about the drug use yet.

When you are speaking to me, your life and death are in my hands, not yours. What right do you have to negotiate with me?

Angel nodded, stood up, moved to the side, and pointed at the bed board, signaling him to lift it up and take a look.

"Didn't you go off to start a company? Why are you back in this circle?" Xing Jie asked after handing over a cigarette.

The Hu cavalry, galloping at full speed, were firing arrows from their saddles. Although the Sui army had some cover, time was short, and their makeshift fortifications could not protect the soldiers from every angle. Arrows still found their way through the gaps, and the Sui army began to suffer casualties.

Qin Di knew clearly that he was currently only a Ninth-Tier Immortal Emperor. If he turned to engage the enemy in such an unprotected place, even if he could win, he would have to pay a heavy price. Therefore, he dared not linger and had to urge the Heaven-Reaching Boat to accelerate forward.

With a roar, Pang De spurred his horse forward, his heavy blade descending in a fierce, axe-like chop. The blade’s light was cold and sharp, radiating murderous intent.

"Could I have seen it wrong? Is this the president of your country?" Wu Decai asked Korman in surprise. He still could not believe that the person before him was the American president, assuming it was just a crew member on the ship who happened to resemble him.

"Isn't it just a broken ring? What's so..." Xing Jie took one look and then said nothing more.

Ding Wuyi’s face reddened. He stole a glance at Liu Wuqing and saw that she was blushing, looking delicate and lovely, yet not angry. A sense of joy welled up in his heart.

"I have no interest in any titles or honors," Daiyu frowned. "I only think that it would be best for the whole family to be together. I wouldn't trade that for a thousand pieces of gold; how can you think to bribe me with such trifles?" She flicked the carriage curtain, stepped inside, and ignored the others.

The other party was wary, but Shangguan Yun did not point it out. He cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Shopkeeper Lu is still vigorous in his old age, which truly commands my admiration. I, Shangguan Yun, have Brother Zheng to accompany me, so that is enough. Please, Shopkeeper Lu, feel free to attend to your own affairs." With that, he walked into the cabin.

Yue Fei stopped laughing and said sternly, "Brother Shangguan, even if your martial arts are superb, it is of no use amidst a massive army. We appreciate your kindness, but you should return." Zhong Xiang and Yang Yao also nodded repeatedly.

Most rational people, including the Lakers players themselves, knew that they were beyond saving.

"Bang!" Jiang Dong struck out with a punch. He had expected to shatter it, but the strike felt as solid as a mountain ridge, sending a jarring vibration that numbed his arm. This was a huge blow to Jiang Dong; he hadn't expected that a captain-level expert in the Three Qi Realm would be unable to even pull out a banner casually stuck into the ground by someone else.

But this was not the end. The soldiers behind who had not entered the main hall did not know what was happening inside and clamored to rush in to see the situation. The soldiers of the Nether Hall controlled those commanders and forced them toward the center of the formation. The commanders, not knowing what their controllers intended, wore expressions of pure terror.

However, Mu Jing managed to do it. Even though he ultimately failed to turn the tide and defeat the Golden Dragon, what he did was witnessed by most, and they were left in awe.

As the enemy Gragas used his E-skill, Body Slam, to charge in, Xu Yamian was forced to activate his Durand Shield. Because the W-skill cannot be interrupted, his Galio could continue to benefit from the damage reduction—a point identical to Irelia's W-skill.

But this world is forever cruel; even the ideals one can reach are filled with the threat of death. Only these five or six thousand people before us could truly cross over, while the vast majority were buried in the sea of sand. As the saying goes, "A hundred battles in the yellow sand wear down the golden armor; the path to immortality is hard to find, and the prodigies never return."

"Jiang Dong, it's best not to get involved. These bandits are also very strong; they don't even fear the Yin soldiers," Lin Yuling advised.

This year's National Day passed in such a muddled way, accompanied by a rollercoaster of emotions.

By now, Xiao Yan roughly understood that the child's temperament followed that person; it had nothing to do with him, and no matter how he tried, he couldn't bring himself to care.

The thousand long spears traced a black arc, carrying an indomitable momentum as they descended toward the ground. The sharp tips reflected a piercing red light under the sun.

Xiangshui swore to herself in her heart that one day, she would surely pay back double the humiliation she had suffered at the hands of Shiyao.

She couldn't help but admire her; it was said that the Princess of Chen was capable, but after dealing with her a few times, she found that her conduct was so thorough and appropriate that she could rival the concubines who had spent years fighting in the palace. She didn't look at all like a new bride who had been in the palace for less than a year.

Liu Chuan closed his eyes. He never expected that he had been in Shiyao’s calculations from the very beginning.