Volume 1, Chapter 44: The Director Is Decided

Moreover, as the leader of the Heavenly Evil Sect and a supreme powerhouse at the peak of the Ninth-Tier Battle God realm, the Sect Master was merely half a step away from the Astral Whirlpool realm. His terrifying strength was simply incomparable to that of the two protectors of the Heavenly Evil Sect.

"What? There are no fluctuations of magical power, yet how did the person just vanish? How can this be?" The middle-aged man in brocade robes nearby exclaimed in surprise as his formidable divine sense swept across the private room, detecting not the slightest trace of magical power.

The Central Sea Flower Bay Villa was a mysterious and beautiful place to most of the upper-echelons in Central Sea, for it was the residence of Li Yang, the man known as the World-Harming Demon King.

In front of Cheng Feng lay only a single bug, some three or four meters long, whose aura was equivalent to nothing more than that of an ordinary ninth-tier fierce beast.

Bai Qingwu suddenly drew close to Luo Feng, her warm breath brushing against his cheek as she spoke, carrying a faint, refreshing sweetness that was deeply invigorating.

"Impossible! Without a calculator, there is no way you could have solved the problems in such a short amount of time!" Xiong Chumol cried out loudly, looking as though he had just seen a ghost.

Yet, whenever the object wrapped around her chest was mentioned, she would reveal a look of vexation, leaving Cheng Feng utterly baffled.

Martial artists would step onto the stage to duel; the winner would receive a generous cash prize, while the loser would die. Every single match required the death of one combatant before the duel would cease, making it exceptionally cruel.

At the same time, they blamed all of this entirely on Jiang Jichen. Had Jiang Jichen not intervened, they would have already won.

"What are my plans? To find a family willing to take in Dong'er and remarry. No matter what, I have to leave behind some descendants for the Li family!" Chen Sanniang replied in Mandarin with a peculiar accent.

Once the funeral rites concluded, Situ Qianzhi took Nie Fenghua into the palace. The state could not go a single day without a ruler, and the primary task ahead was Situ Yicheng's grand ascension ceremony.

"Sorry, you're a nice guy, but we're not a good match. Besides, as the saying goes, handsome guys are unreliable, and wealthy men easily turn bad." Xu Shiwan seemed to have been battered by this exact routine all morning, massaging her temples in exasperation as she wondered how many "good guy cards" she had handed out by now.

Especially the box of bullets right before his eyes, featuring an exaggerated 20mm caliber. Picking up a single bullet and placing it in his palm, he found that the distance from his fingertips to his wrist was shorter than the length of the bullet itself.

Because the farming and progression in the bottom lane were completely out of proportion, if Lucian's combat capability at the time was rated at 10, the Twitch probably only sat at 2 or 3.

The young man pushed the cart right to the entrance of the clinic, rolled up his arms, and scooped both the quilt and the person on the cart into his embrace, doing so as effortlessly as if he were picking up a bundle of straw. The stove inside the room was burning brightly, making it much warmer than the outdoors. Only after feeling the change in temperature did the young man lift the quilt.

"What business do you have with this Empress?" The White Queen did not turn around, her voice as dignified as ever, though for reasons unknown, tinged with a hint of melancholy and desolation.

"Qin Feng, it's bad, something has happened to Sister Dabai! Can you get out of the school gates now? Xin Xuan and I will meet up with you first before we talk." Yang Hongkai sounded quite anxious, and he certainly wouldn't use something like this to deceive me. He also seemed to be out on the street already, where the sounds of traffic echoed from all directions.

In professional matches, it was extremely rare to see a gold deficit of over 80 CS by the 20-minute mark; this could already be considered being completely crushed.

Compared to the rulers of the European continent, especially those in Eastern Europe, this crown prince of the Great Song Empire was practically an angel. The cooperative projects between the Jews and the Great Song were largely mutually beneficial, and the Great Song did not exploit the Jews' political and military reliance on them to extort extra profits from these ventures.

"Even with my Eight-Winged Angels, if I had to simultaneously maintain a stable barrier and the barrier surrounding myself, I wouldn't even be able to launch any external attacks!" Elena's expression was grave, even tinged with a trace of panic.

Along the path of Nintendo's growth, it was inevitable to encounter stores that took delivery without paying, or even cooperating publishing companies that withheld final payments upon receiving goods.

Yet human beings possess an instinct for survival, along with seven emotions and six desires. Han Dong wanted to live well, and wanted his closest family members to live well alongside him. If possible, he wanted to include his fellow human compatriots and the entire human territory as well.

Elena bit her lower lip with her pearly white teeth, and the blush that had just faded crept back up once more. The sight made my heart itch with restlessness, but remembering the feathered creature on her back, I managed to restrain myself from acting too mischievously.

As expected, the almighty creators of Genesis in my past life were truly formidable. With this, I am at least two time periods ahead of YoRHa, though whether this stems from a timeline divergence or was an inherent setting in Nier remains unknown.

Her golden-ratio facial features froze completely, her delicate red lips parted in an uninhibited gasp wide enough to swallow two standard eggs.

The Prince of Runan's estate probably never dreamed they would catch a stray bullet while lying down. Today's events had absolutely nothing to do with them whatsoever.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, the influence of subtle, gradual conditioning could not be ignored. Had Han Dong encountered a purely benevolent master upon beginning his apprenticeship, his temperament naturally would have leaned toward gentleness and kindness.

"Why is Han Dong so formidable? Why on earth did we have nothing better to do than provoke him?" Regret quietly sprouted deep within the hearts of the two.

If the shocking news of the six venerables jointly assassinating Han Dong alone were to spread throughout the cultivator world, what dignity and prestige would remain for them as venerables? As for peer venerables and the few Void-Hole Supremacies who knew of this affair, it was truly of little consequence; these individuals would not easily leak or spread the word, and the six venerables cared little about them.

Laozi also grasped Lin Mu's intentions, and his evaluation of Lin Mu in his heart grew all the more favorable.

At that moment, Landon finally came to a halt because he had arrived right before the gates of the palace.

Hongjian released her divine sense to perceive her surroundings; the people in the town were busy with buying, selling, and labor of all sorts. Most were ordinary mortals or possessed cultivation realms inferior to her own, yet she also sensed a few spots where her divine sense met with strong repulsion—those must have belonged to cultivators who had at least attained foundation establishment.

At this moment, Kexin, who was standing nearby, rushed in front of Ma Yong and delivered a kick straight to Wang Gui's stomach, sending him crashing directly to the ground.

Naturally, aside from those who waylaid travelers for robbery, there was another faction whose sole trade was digging up the ancestral graves of others.

"Although your cultivation base isn't high, you are thoroughly bizarre! You just sneaked into my meditation chamber; if I hadn't happened to be in a state of meditative concentration at the time, I might not have been able to detect you at all!" The old Daoist priest chuckled as he looked at Xiao Yao.