Volume One, Chapter One Hundred and Fifty: Five-Blade Wheel Rotation

The third long saber was pitch-black throughout. Once unsheathed, its blade emitted a chilling, ghostly light that was deeply captivating.

The saber had a moderate weight, lacking the extremes of the first two. Its defining characteristic, however, was the peerless sharpness of its edge. So sharp was it that, after testing the blade, Mo De was forced to summon his black flames once more to slightly dull the edge.

This was also the only weapon among the five that Mo De had personally consecrated with his own blood.

It happened because, right after the initial sharpening, Mo De had reached out to touch the blade, only for the protective layer of golden light on his hand to be sliced through like thin paper, drawing direct blood from the pad of his finger.

Even after Mo De restrained the edge, the blade remained fiercely sharp...

And indeed, the adversary believed precisely that; otherwise, how could they have such a profound connection to the black cloak? Fortunately, Xu Wuyou explained things in time; otherwise, a great battle would likely have already erupted.

To see the Light race scream, to see the Light race wail—surely, that must be the sweetest and most melodious sound in the world.

Han Dong looked down and opened his palms. Very distinct bloody gashes appeared across both palms, the skin split and oozing fresh blood.

"..." I cannot get angry, I cannot get angry, Lin Ru silently warned herself. She couldn't beat him, nor did she have higher clearance than him. Acting impulsively now would only bring disadvantage upon herself.

It was a very childish voice, yet it already carried an age-inappropriate cruelty and malice, speaking words that inspired fear.

"Speaking of which, isn't the commander of the android troops stationed on a low-Earth orbit satellite in outer space? How do you even know her?" Lin Ai asked curiously, wondering if it was through some hacking intrusion.

Over thirty flying mechs opened fire simultaneously, instantly clearing a blank zone amidst the dense swarms of mechanical life forms below. It was immensely effective! All the androids trembled slightly, and after a brief period of chaos, the mechanical life forms below also drew out bow-like weapons to counterattack the sky.

However, once the Human Emperor ordered the dragons to be slain, and the dragons submitted, the dragon race was re-embedded into the world. This was a high-level integration; unless the world abandoned the human race, or humanity drove itself to extinction until the world intervened, dragons would continue to exist.

Its dark, indifferent eyes, filled with a hint of confusion, quietly peered over the fifth-floor windowsill, constantly gazing inside.

Only powerhouses of the Great Realm level could truly be considered to have their Dao permanently consolidated, allowing them to condense a Dharma Soul. Thus, their soul was also referred to as the Primordial Spirit Dharma Soul.

Zhuo Lingfeng looked at Liang Yongmao's lewd expression, detecting a completely different undertone hidden beneath his words.

Afterward, I had Big Cat make successive visits to several grocery stores, stealing gloves, a face mask, a hat, and sunglasses to thoroughly disguise myself.

Shen Xiuze did not chase after me, but I was certain he would not simply turn back and drive away in his car.

"Don't say that! You really shouldn't put it that way. Actually, I simply went ahead and did what you were planning to do." Keeping the videos of Jiaojiao with other men—wasn't he already making preparations long in advance?

Expecting nothing unusual, Ye Xuanxuan took a single glance at the cargo spanning a full five carriages before instructing Steward Qian to have it delivered straight to the town estate.

Why did I hear the Korean language? Feeling a sense of strangeness, I put down the corpse of the giant python and walked over to take a look.

Father looked at me and fell into a brief silence. Not knowing what was going on in his mind, he suddenly let out a sigh.

With a loud shout, the ice phoenix, a thousand meters away, swooped down toward the sea surface with a swift whoosh, charging straight ahead.

Clenching my fists tightly and grinding my teeth, I said, "I was actually planning to look for you, and now you've delivered yourself right to my doorstep."

However, Moxie wrapped an arm around my waist, pulled me behind him to shield me, and directly took my second brother's punch with his handsome face.

"Your junior sister... she..." Liu Dazhou stammered and hesitated for a long time before finally breaking the devastating news of Deng Xiaoqi's suicide by jumping from a building to Mo Li.

Han Xuan stood at the entrance of the prayer hall, walking straight down the center aisle between the two rows of pews toward the altar.

Her half-closed eyes fluttered. She knew he was referring to that title, "Marquis." But shouldn't this title have been his favorite? Once a wild martial hero of the jianghu, he was suddenly enfeoffed as a marquis, attaining supreme glory and boundless favor. Compared to being called the Master of the Exquisite Palace, he ought to have preferred the title Marquis of Qian.