Volume 1, Chapter 44: An Ancient Divine Beast, the Little Gecko?

Rest assured, Realized Being Bai is so powerful, he will definitely be fine.
The Demon Empress gently comforted Jiuzi, though her gaze carried an inscrutable expression.
Jiuzi paced back and forth in circles for a moment, deciding he should continue searching, but before he had taken two steps, his nose twitched, and his expression darkened instantly.
Brother Gan, please wait here for a moment. Tiezheng hesitated slightly, then followed with a face full of puzzlement.
Lei Xiang and the others returned to Xu Mengying's camp to rest. Feng Can did not sleep, and went to the mess hall at four o'clock in the cold morning. The camp had midnight shift changes, so meals were available even at four in the morning.
A look of solemnity flashed across Haotian's face. He had not expected that Black Feather, having successfully made a breakthrough, would still be no match for a half-step body-breaking realm fierce beast.
As for the three eccentric fellows behind Zhang Bin and the rather ordinary-looking Golden-Winged Roc King, he didn't even bother to glance at them.
Thus, this battle of arms and cessation of hostilities officially began. Tai Xiuyong smiled malevolently, Tai Xiuji wore a gentle smile, and the others sank into the deepest depths of despair.
You must know that clever people are masters of lying; they can concoct a seamless falsehood without any preparation.
I never expected the rumors to actually be true. The cannons of the Yinglong Army are astonishingly powerful, and the shells they fire are by no means inferior to the red-crowned heavy cannons! Judging by their rate of fire and that dense roaring sound, doesn't this equal the bombardment of two to three hundred red-crowned heavy cannons? Zhang Xianzhong's face turned livid with exasperation and fury.
Forget it, if you're scared, just admit it! I think you Dark Origin Clan might as well just withdraw from the Nine Divine Clans. Look at your entire clan—how many decent ones are left? You've truly disgraced your true ancestor! Xihe Lie tilted his head back and laughed wildly.
Boasting? Old man, I am not boasting! With my current strength, even a cultivator in the Spirit Infant stage cannot hope to escape my spiritual perception. Dan Lao glared angrily at Ji Haochan.
Lantian sent men forward to persuade them to surrender, but the elder hesitated. As an elder of the tribe, his loyalty to the clan was beyond what ordinary warriors could compare to.
Yan Zhen could only feel that this True Person Jiugong was gradually being consumed by the flames—wait, not consumed, but rather melting into one with the fire.
Then there were the love, hate, and complex entanglement between Tabu Xue and her adoptive father Helian Tuo; that contradictory and intricate psychological shift was something no one could comprehend. Although Helian Tuo was already dead, Tabu Xue simply could not bring herself to accept those facts in her heart.
This magical spectacle, falling into the eyes of everyone around, involuntarily drew a chorus of synchronized gasps.
Tiefurong pressed several pressure points on Princess Jielan to stop the bleeding and alleviate the pain, then exerted force with his right hand to pull the short dagger from her chest, causing the princess to faint from the agony.
We knew each other before? You know my background? Gu Sisi was extremely surprised. Far from being frightened, a sliver of eager anticipation bloomed within her.
The flames of war ignited; slaughter, battle cries, and blood flowing like rivers created a deeply shocking scene. After all, this was the largest-scale battle in a millennium.
Princess Jielan suddenly felt a surge of hot blood rushing to her heart. She pressed her hand against her chest, forcing it back down, and then recounted the entire origin of the painting clearly, producing the mandarin duck bronze lock as well.
Jia Zuo and Qiu Xuan had just finished planning everything when Tabu Jie and Murong Lan arrived outside the door. Jia Zuo hurriedly stepped forward to offer a bow and then welcomed the two inside.
When Ye Zhixing walked over, Lightning suddenly closed one eye while keeping the other half-closed, gazing at her sharply.
Yan Zhen finally caught sight of his opponent. Yuan Chengdong stood on the opposite edge of the arena, likewise having yet to step onto the stage. When Yan Zhen looked over, he discovered that his opponent's gaze was also fixed upon him. Their eyes collided in the empty space between them, resembling countless sharp blades clashing against one another.
Xiao Long could not fathom why these three fellows were still dawdling and yammering on at a time like this, which thoroughly irritated him.