Volume One, Chapter 25: The Primordial Venomous Dragon Becomes a Follower

Jiang Fei glared at Liang Haitian and shouted, though he felt a twinge of guilt, having committed the same offense himself.

Unable to withstand the outpouring of energy, it shattered with a snap, like glass struck by a slingshot.

Seeing Wang Xifeng and Ping'er walk in, Meiren, who had been chatting with Jinchuan'er, called out toward the inner room.

Jiang Fei gave a bitter smile; his uncle had asked him twice already, and he had politely declined both times, citing the upcoming college entrance exam as his reason.

On either side of each rear gate stood Titan maintenance racks, flanking the corridor behind the doors.

The Black Wolf felt a splitting headache; having witnessed the power of the spirit arrows, it dared not test their edge again and fled frantically, scattering its four legs.

Inside the Pilot helmet, along with top-secret military data, were stored many theoretical insights regarding the Frontier of the future.

He also knew his disciple cared for him; Zhou Boguang, who usually spoke with deference, had even used his official rank to pressure him for the sake of his health, leaving him no choice but to comply.

Had he used an authoritative, commanding tone, it would have easily risked shattering the relationship between him and Jiang Fei.

Mikio Kuroshima’s expression was grave, and upon closer inspection, it seemed to carry a trace of underlying anger.

Over the past year or two, she had realized she harbored feelings for Lu Shanmin that she was unwilling to confront, yet she had always assumed these feelings were under control. In particular, having never felt any hostility toward Zeng Yaqian, she had convinced herself that her feelings for Lu Shanmin had not escalated to the level of so-called love.

The Palace of Awe-Inspiring Spirits was, after all, a treasure of the Ghost Clan, which naturally required the energy of the Ghost Clan. Perhaps one day, once the palace evolved into a divine artifact, it would be able to break free from the constraints of energy attributes, but that was a distant future, and it was unclear how much time that would take. Now was precisely when these things were needed most.

Hearing this, Xie Gongbao sensed a murderous intent from Gao Wan and hurriedly pushed open the window, positioning himself to rescue Yixin at any moment.

What surprised Huang Yue'er was that this sword was an Earth-grade magical artifact; yet, held bare-handed by her opponent, it could not even pierce his skin, not drawing a single drop of blood.

"Why? Logically, the depths of the Sword Tomb should be filled with fine blades. Why is it such a dangerous place when it comes to you? Are you afraid we’ll take the swords away?" Chu Zifeng looked down at the giant dragon with disdain.

"Old Five! Put your back into it!" Lin Yu longed to rush forward to help Li Chun, but was held back by Chu Zifeng. Lin Yu could feel that Chu Zifeng’s hands were deathly cold; though his expression remained neutral, his heart was aching with profound concern.

Gao Gan looked at Wu Mian, Fang Taiji, and Gao Wan, then burst into laughter. "I haven't sparred with the Abbot in nearly thirty years. Tonight, with the pact in place, my hands are itching! Truly itching! I shall take the first round, and I trust no one objects." As he spoke, he used a displacement technique to lunge onto the field.

This level of audacity and leadership is rarely seen. One must understand that even a master at the Divine Sea Realm could not easily produce ten million high-grade divine spirit stones, let alone Chen Xiao, who produced fifty million without hesitation.

Such a massive commotion had long since drawn everyone's attention, and they watched Ling Xin with envy, wondering how she had found a husband who was both so wealthy and so gentle toward her.

Although his face was unclear, the man who snatched the bag wore a baseball cap and a mask, while the gentleman before her wore only sunglasses.

Back home, she told Hua Dudu to rest well, not to dwell on anything, and that all would be fine after a good night's sleep.

Thinking that he was only twenty years old and, barring any accidents, had at least another fifty or sixty years to live, many could not help but feel a sense of despair for their own peers and descendants.

Even if the negotiations with Prince Seth failed, he had enough capital to invest immediately, enough to start two projects.

Yet she spoke without hesitation, stating her position clearly and unequivocally. There was no taboo, no euphemism—only a clear sense of gratitude and a candid, sincere heart.

With a casual flick of his palm, he sent a phantom "Red Mountain," floating above his hand, crashing into a massive boulder nearby.

A restaurant diagonally opposite the county magistrate's office had been commandeered by the troop. The commanding officer had set up a table at the entrance, spread with fine wine and food, and was eating and drinking while facing the gates of the office.

All the demon gods who served Pang Jian hurriedly released their demon souls and bodies, allowing Pang Jian's will to patrol within them. Lin Baixiang and existences like Pang Ling, upon hearing the Black Phoenix's warning, suddenly awakened and promptly let down their soul defenses.

The most terrifying thing about the demons was not the strength of their own abilities, but the fact that they possessed technological creations far exceeding Earth's current level.

For a fleeting moment, he even thought that for the sake of this student and this neutral academy, it would be worth it even if he had to descend into darkness.

A mass of black ink instantly enveloped Mo Laoliu, binding him tightly like a dark cloud.

She had come to investigate clues after receiving reports that more people had vanished, never expecting such an unexpected turn of events.

Her brow furrowed; he must have had his own people inside the palace to be aware of such minute details.

The others in the great tent were stunned by Wang Hou's shameless flattery. In this era, most ancients still valued their reputations; even someone as tactful as Zhang He would only whisper to his lord to keep Cao Cao pleased. A man as shameless as Wang Hou was truly a rarity.

Moreover, according to the MD coach's usual temperament, if his performance improved later on, he might still have a chance to play.

There is no need to mention Bi Fang; it possessed a level of destructive power that was truly a natural disaster. Unlike Leona's stellar energy source, it was the raw, primal power of fire.

It seemed that the little confidence they had struggled to build would be crushed by AE tomorrow.

As the flute music ceased, a powerful suction force erupted from the flute's mouth. Even Midgard's massive body could not resist the pull, and he began to be drawn toward the flute.