Volume 1, Chapter 24: Chen Hao Deals with Zhao Haizhou

"What are you laughing at? As if you actually understood," Jiang Fenghuo retorted, his face burning with indignation as he roared at them.

Furthermore, as Wu Fan’s Phantom Demon divine ability deepened, beyond the offensive techniques of the Immortal-Devouring Slash and the Phantom Demon Red Threads, he had mastered an even more formidable technique: the Phantom Demon Immortal-Slaying Slash, which was essentially an ascension of the former.

Grandmother Shi knew she would only be a hindrance; the young were meant to deal with the young. After following for a time, she took her leave.

Meanwhile, the denizens of the God Realm intended to ambush the Goddess Luo, but they were blocked by the Monk of Sanskrit’s Thirty-Six Amitabha Sanskrit Array. They could only watch from afar, unable to break the formation to strike at the Goddess. To do so would be to declare a blood feud with the World of Ultimate Bliss, and the God Realm would not dare take such a risk.

He Nanxi looked at Zhuo Ling with deep pity. In truth, her previous suspicions had not been certainties. How could a man who seemed so perfect—with a good family background, a fine physique, handsome features, and a successful career—actually be gay?

Seeing that the target was thoroughly dead, Ling Zhoutian put away his phone and went in search of the next one.

Moreover, as this secret spread, it morphed into rumors, the contents of which grew increasingly outlandish.

Looking at the dim prayer beads in his hand, Huijue murmured to himself. Without another word, his form transformed into a beam of Buddhist light and shot into the sky. Once at a great height, Huijue steadied his true body with the radiance of the light and gazed down at the earth. He saw only a scene of absolute terror unfolding across the land.

Even when that consciousness swept past, attempting to probe within, the sage found that his divine sense—despite his saintly status—could not penetrate the Insect King Palace, nor could he project his awareness inside.

Lu Xiao and Chu Shuiyao exchanged glances after hearing him out. Knowing Mu Yuncheng’s temperament, they realized that once his mind was made up, nothing they said would stop him from making this trip to Sanmenxia. Thus, they remained silent and gave a resigned nod.

This was precisely why Imperial Media, after shelving Yan Jin, shifted an insane amount of resources toward Yan Zhifeng.

Akamichi Mingqian looked at Nohara Rin, who was acting like a nagging housekeeper, and felt a deep sense of comfort; his smile never once faded.

You Tai was already at the first level of the Transformation Stage, and quite advanced in years at that. Ji Dexin found the prospect of taking him as a disciple to be an incredibly awkward dilemma.

Itachi Uchiha sat obediently opposite Mikoto. As he spoke, he glanced around, noting the absence of his father, Fugaku Uchiha.

Yet, no one present had anticipated that Rasa’s ambition would be so vast, seizing the opportunity presented by Konoha’s accusation.

After much persuasion, he finally managed to calm his mother down. Liu Yu stood in the courtyard, looking back at his mother’s room, where the lights had finally been extinguished.

Watching his father act so smug, Akamichi Mingqian immediately cast him a look reserved for fools.

His status was merely that of an assistant to the Hokage, and his true strength was unknown, so no one paid him much mind.

"It’s Akamichi Mingqian Shao. Akamichi Mingqian hasn't decided yet. Let Akamichi Mingqian think." A cherry-lipped Akamichi Mingqian rested her chin on her fingers, her expression one of deep contemplation.

Shi Ping’s family dared not utter a sound, listening only to the instructions of the Yun family, while the rest of the villagers simply looked on at the spectacle.

That evening, Jiao Lei picked up Yu Guo from school. Upon learning that a distinguished guest had arrived and that he was expected to help the leaders improve their meal, he followed Li Zhen with trepidation, eager to learn.

Throughout it all, the white shirt clung tightly to the firm muscles of his waist; the relationship between the two was so intimate that there was no way to separate them.

The Empress Dowager seemed unwilling to let Xia Zihan take her pulse, pulling her hand back into her long sleeves. Seeing this, Xia Zihan’s heart sank; she felt a vague sense that the Empress Dowager was concealing something.

"Do not be afraid. Come one by one; this is only the beginning." My eyes were bloodshot, and the Ancient Demon appeared above my head. As it emerged, my aura erupted once more.

August Wolf, captain of the German national table tennis team, had just finished his day of training and stepped out of the shower.

"N-no... it isn't a ghost, is it?" Wormtail trembled. Because that massive, thrashing hairball was waving its 'branches' about, and the atmosphere in the infirmary felt completely wrong. He was terrified.

Su Zhou was certainly not searching for that idiot who had been hit in the face by a 180 km/h football while daydreaming on the pitch. He simply searched for two separate terms on Baidu Baike.

If Li'er could only become a bit more ruthless, it would be nothing but beneficial for Dou Da's current predicament.

Just as he prepared to reach out and pinch Liunian’s waist again, he saw that Liunian had suddenly lifted his head, locking eyes with him.

Zong Ming listened in silence throughout, and though he tried his best to maintain a stern expression, his eyes softened, revealing a flicker of hard-to-conceal admiration.

At this, Lu Xiu couldn't help but sigh, saying, "Brother Hua, how did you manage to hook a girl as wonderful as Li Lu?"

If one could say that a single punch from Qi Daolin was comparable to a strike from a god at the early stage of the Primordial Spirit Realm, then with the integration of the phantom of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the power of that punch was now enough to rival a strike from a god at the middle stage of the same realm.

The scorching sun hung high, heat waves surged, and the hottest moment of summer had arrived. Wang Meng sat cross-legged on a barren rock, concentrating intently, a lotus seed emitting a faint halo hovering gently before him.