Chapter 44: The Young Man in White

He held up the paper, flicked it a few times, and showed it to the audience so that those sitting closer could see it clearly and the media reporters could capture clear photographs. Then, he folded it into a paper airplane and tossed it toward the distant audience, leaving them to inspect and judge for themselves.

Now, Yu Shuncheng held Hao Jun in absolute awe. Seeing this, Hao Jun decided to be magnanimous and let Yu Shuncheng set the retail price himself, with the wholesale cost of each fish initially calculated at two full strings of coins, and any surplus split evenly down the middle.

The Supreme Elder in white changed his expression drastically and hurriedly abandoned his siege on the Blood Ancestor Dragon, focusing entirely on dealing with this terrifying sword Qi.

People on the outside only knew that their Hidden Realm possessed masters of the Ninth-Tier Internal Martial Arts, but which specific family possessed them and how the hidden families were categorized remained unknown to outsiders.

Damn it, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Had he known it would turn out like this, he should have simply used them to extort more items from them instead of bothering to trade for those things.

Her eyes were utterly scorched by his smile. Was this the result he chose to give her after she brought him to the Han family?

Her wishes were truly numerous; she dragged Yang Yanhong onto the Ferris wheel over and over again. Yang Yanhong began to regret telling her those romantic stories in the first place, blaming entirely her own foolishness in copying television drama plots just to entice her into riding the Ferris wheel, never imagining that the girl could ride it endlessly.

Everyone began to condense their blood-path primordial energy. As the jade light shattered, the surrounding sword light surged forth once more, only this time it was even more terrifying than before. Amidst the sword light, the sound of battle drums echoed incessantly. With every beat of the drums, the sword light grew sharper and the impact force intensified.

Upon seeing Ye Yingfan, the two Gu insects rushed into his body with a mixture of excitement and weakness, looking as though they had just found their own biological father.

Zheng Chen's idea was to first figure out a method to subdue this sword, regardless of which mystic domain came up with it. Once the method was found, the eight mystic domains could then fight over it; this way, the timeline would be pushed further back.

However, what Zheng Chen found utterly unbelievable was that these golden dragons merely sprawled on the ground, seemingly completely oblivious to his arrival. As Zheng Chen flew right over their heads, they did not react in the slightest.

The physical gravitational pull of Qin Chan was immensely massive, acting like a bottomless pit as it frantically devoured energy. It looked as though he was competing with Xin'er, and vast swathes of crimson glow converged entirely upon him.

Zhou An peered into the alchemy furnace and discovered a large amount of black ash along with three medicinal pills. The three pills looked completely different; only one was pure white and crystal-clear like jade, while another was gray, and the last had turned nearly pitch black.

Xia Yitong let out a cold snort, stubbornly turning her face away with reddened eye sockets as she felt a deep sense of grievance. It was clearly Tang晓杰 (Tang Xiaojie) who had mocked her first for not having a father and called her a bragging liar—on what grounds should she be the one to apologize?

Is it truly that miraculous? She didn't even pass out after being pounded several times, and every time she woke up, her words still connected seamlessly. What kind of mentally handicapped ability is this?

Though the young noble was speaking to Hua Tian, his gaze remained fixed on Murong Yuhan. Naturally sensing his stare, Murong Yuhan grew furious, and a flash of white light shot straight from her eyes, striking the young noble squarely in both eyes.

A tight-fitting skirt that ended above the knee hugged her hips, while a pair of long legs were tightly encased in black silk stockings.

Standing on the highest platform and gazing at the scene before him, Jiang Han was deeply shocked by the spectacle.

He originally should have borne the surname An, but not only did his heartless imperial father forbid Muru Chu from sharing his surname and force him to change it, but he had also been secretly sent away to the Northern Li Kingdom since childhood.

Upon hearing Su Han's account, Gao Ming also deemed the situation to be of great importance. However, he was uncertain of how best to handle it and needed time to ponder. He instructed the two of them not to mention the matter to anyone for the time being and sent them back first.

Luo Lie sprinted toward the sparrow, gesturing for her to move away from that campfire. In the dead of night, the campfire had become the most conspicuous target; if anyone came to ambush them, their primary attack would undoubtedly target whoever was keeping watch by the fire.

After the giant praying mantis appeared, it swung its scythes and flew directly toward the medicine spirit that was currently casting a spell. There was no longer any room for wishful thinking; the opponent had already launched their attack, and all they could do was try their utmost to stop it.

Many seventh-tier mages carefully examined Merlin from head to toe, and then fell silent. It was abundantly clear that they had verified Merlin was indeed a six-element first-tier spellcaster—something unprecedented among all members throughout the millennium-long history of the entire Dark Spirit Domain.

Eldor and the other four ninth-tier mental-power users released their psychic energies in unison, combining their strengths to control and slowly open a passageway into the City of Spells.

The moment he stepped onto the very first stone stair, a bone within Jiang Han's body cracked. By the time he fully ascended it, every single bone throughout his entire body was laced with fractures.

Upon hearing Murong Che's report, Mu Junran's sharp, scrutinizing gaze locked onto Wen Lingwan, frightening her into instinctively scooting backward.

Seeing her profound confusion, Gao Ming waved his hand and said, I know what you are thinking, but don't ask about this anymore. When there is an opportunity in the future, I will slowly tell you.

With a toss of his great halberd, his figure transformed into a golden streak of light, fusing with the weapon. Following that, a deafening roar echoed out, radiant light burst forth in all directions, and a thick, towering figure materialized in the firmament.

The Arch-Fiend Demon stood upright on its hind legs, its thick upper limbs crossed above its head and slashed downward viciously, unleashing an "X"-shaped black claw print that pierced through the air.

Yet the underlying meaning of his words was quite obvious—he was merely using the Heavenly Emperor Palace to recover his cultivation base.

In truth, that was not the case at all; he had simply gone to consult those ancient antiques regarding Li Yuan's situation. Logically speaking, a human like Li Yuan, blessed with extraordinary talent, wandering outside, and achieving the realm of the Emperor through his own strength, would undoubtedly receive vigorous cultivation from within the clan.

He felt that the expression on his face right now must be exceptionally rigid, yet he was all the more certain of one thing: since he had already declared himself to be a man of the Second Prince Highness, how could he possibly go back on his word now?

This scene, witnessed by Chu Feng perched upon the roof beams, felt achingly familiar, just like those summer vacations in the past when he used to squat in front of the television, savoring Journey to the West.

Covered in blood, Li Yuan's knotted and sturdy physique was caked with filth and bits of flesh, with tattered shreds of his ruined defensive armor still clinging to him in lingering strips.

Two bullet marks appeared right at Ultron's feet, accompanied by numerous spent bullet casings scattered on the ground around him, while his body was pitted and scarred with countless impact marks.

Directly above the grand palace, the three characters "Burning Heaven Sect" blazed like three suns, unceasingly emitting dazzling and brilliant divine light that illuminated the chaos.