Volume 1, Chapter 51: Is the Pavilion Master Truly Your Lover?

Simultaneously, Jing Hongtu swung his blade, unleashing several streams of fierce blade aura toward Xiang An, who was about to deliver a finishing strike to Huo Shumei.

Jiang Kailin was very young, not yet forty years of age. Holding the title of a Divine Martial expert at such an age already made him a peerless figure across the entire Divine State.

"So, Mr. Wu, would you be willing to sign a contract with our company?" Liu Yuanbo asked with a look of eager anticipation.

Yet, a reckless youth who looked like a mere teenager had somehow accomplished what everyone present failed to do, leaving many with expressions that questioned their entire worldview.

Listening to this, Liu Yuanbo was mesmerized. To be able to lunge thirty-nine feet in a single bound while striking with the Tiger Form—what kind of explosive power and speed was that? With such martial prowess, even in the modern era dominated by guns and artillery, as long as the distance was closed within ten meters, even a person holding a firearm would likely be beaten to death by a single punch from him.

Zhao Xi lowered his body, ducking beneath the longsword swung at him, while the sword in his hand gleamed with starlight as it thrust toward Bert's right leg.

After all, once one's cultivation reached the realm of a Divine Emperor, if they were dead set on fleeing, even the joint forces of the five Sect Masters of the Underworld God Cult would find it difficult to stop them.

Zhao Xi killed the lizardman in front of him with a single sword strike. Before he could even pull his blade free, new lizardmen had already swarmed in from both sides, their scimitars slashing simultaneously toward his flanks, as if completely sealing off any path of retreat.

Seeing the bizarre eight tentacles writhe simultaneously to lift its body off the ground, a flash of fear crossed Nangong Teng's eyes.

Many disciples also changed their expressions, seemingly recognizing the identity of the youth in the blue robe, and began to whisper among themselves.

The burly men who had been so arrogant and aggressive just moments before were now piled up on the ground like stacked arhats, their screams echoing incessantly.

After chatting for a while, they heard the host, Deishana, announce that the competition was about to begin and requested the contestants to come up to the stage for the drawing of lots.

Ling Yichen looked at her, hesitating slightly before slowly speaking, his lazy, captivating voice stirring the heart: "If it were you, would you believe it?" He merely raised an eyebrow in a casual manner.

After all, the other party was a clergyman of the same rank, and almost dragging him into a cell earlier was already a mistake; apologizing was no big deal.

Originally, Xueer thought that even if Mo Hen truly disliked the question she asked, he wouldn't show it.

With a jolt through his entire body, Shu sensed that time was running out, so he bolted ahead first. Once he reached the venue, Alice wouldn't be able to pester him anymore, right.

This time, not only Yun Bai, but even Yuan Kang and the others grew interested, leaning forward to examine the documents on the coffee table.

Immediately after, she raised her hand, and a wisp of black smoke instantly emerged from her palm.

Her cold voice carried an unusual languidness, which made anyone who heard it feel an itch deep in their heart.

Shu recalled the scene inside the room—the stained bedsheets and the suffocating stench made it a place where one could hardly bear to stay a moment longer.

Mother Luo gently stroked Ah Jiu's forehead and said to Mother Du, "Such a child," then signaled Mother Du to continue her story.

Yun Yi wanted to fly ahead to see what was happening, but Jarvis informed him that the camel city ahead had collapsed, and forces from both sides were now taking over the camels and camel slaves. It was hard work, but there were essentially no risks left. He only needed to wait quietly for a few hours, and this camel city, which had survived largely intact, would become his trophy.

Cai Hongluan's expression stiffened for a moment, then she forced a strained smile, murmured a soft agreement, and said nothing more.

This also resulted in the outside world remaining unsure whether Sun Zheng's true condition was real or false. Before seeing Sun Zheng in person, who could know whether the news of his awakening was true or fake?

Just this physical strength seemed to surpass his own strength at its absolute peak by a fair margin! Come to think of it, even without fear of death, facing such an entity would mean nothing more than being beaten. In a direct confrontation, would one really have to rely on exhausting the opponent to death to win?

Alger commanded with a stern face, quickly driving the sailors off the deck. After all, the sailors' true "posts" were merely cleaning the interior of the ship, cooking, and doing laundry.

Therefore, on that very day, the entire world learned that the Gu Group was going to hold a global-scale talent show competition.

Once she found the author, she had countless questions to ask her, especially regarding the main system.

The ten handsome men looked at each other, reluctant to give up this hard-won opportunity to attach themselves to a wealthy heiress, yet afraid of offending this man, leaving them hesitant and undecided.

Ma Chao suddenly felt a tingling sensation spread across his scalp. If it came to the man before him relying on his own martial prowess coupled with the cooperation of these thousand-plus soldiers, Ma Chao believed they would have a fighting chance; but the black mist outside was so bizarre that it was certainly not something human might could defeat.

Perhaps in her heart, she might feel a tinge of regret for not being chosen, but she truly ought to consider herself fortunate—for entering the palace is like entering a boundless sea of deep waters.

"Are you still coming back to the mansion with me? Aunt Lin has prepared a table full of delicious food waiting for us to return." Feng Lingzheng grabbed the coat she had taken off due to the sweltering heat and hurried toward the door.

"You're saying that Situ Yanran threw away my pastries?" Situ Xiexi knitted her brows tightly, her displeasure evident at a glance.

Having been busy for so long, she naturally had to reward herself. Eating the food prepared by her own hard labor was indeed far more delicious than eating what others made.

"Of course this disciple is willing, thank you Master!" Yichen Xiao was overjoyed, looking happily at Qing Beihuang; he would finally be able to go with her this time.

The rift and conflict between Ji Chenxi and Luo Tianqing were not limited to Shi Wen alone. The fact that the Luo Group was now under Ji Chenxi's control served as the most powerful evidence of his plot against the Luo family. As an outsider, she had no right to speak.

Those saber-toothed tigers had been ready for a long time, their muscles taut to the extreme. In that very instant, they shot forward like a gale and lightning.

Among the military wives accompanying the troops, very few held high degrees. In the base, there were still many soldiers from rural backgrounds, and their wives were mostly high school graduates, with some having dropped out in their first or second year of high school.