Volume 1, Chapter 57: Thoroughly Beating Ma Junkai

"Chen Yang, what do you mean by this?"
Seeing Chen Yang's sandbag-sized fist, Ma Junkai immediately turned cowardly.
His voice was filled with trembling, clearly terrified that the punch would land on him.
This bastard was simply asking for it; when you tried to reason with him, he insisted on acting like a hooligan.
Ling Xi frowned slightly. It was unusual for the two of them to emerge one after another; it was either a sheer coincidence or... prearranged.
Zhai Xiang's chaotic drumming left Pang Yidie at a loss, her dance steps disrupted and somewhat awkward, while the four dancing girls synchronized perfectly with the rhythm, overshadowing her radiance.
Accompanied by Heng Sanlang, Muxi felt that the rain on rainy days tasted sweet, and even the wind on windy days carried a poetic touch.
Thus, he released his soul sense once again, but as his perception reached outward, it was blocked by an invisible force.
At this moment, a collective of super-gods felt a deep sense of regret. Ning Chen had just given them a chance to withdraw, but not a single one of them had agreed; instead, they had stupidly stayed behind to kill him.
"Chen Chuansheng, remember this: if I do not avenge this humiliation, I am no longer human!" Li Jiasong cast a bitter glance at the Darling Group and stormed off in hatred.
As for demon summoning, it was also a form of "information" integrated to a certain degree, generating a powerful information channel! This information channel directly pierced through adjacent worlds.
You must be joking. If you combined all her platform accounts, she had ten million followers. With ten million pairs of sharp eyes watching, the moment Ling Xi made even the slightest mistake, they would tear her apart down to the last strand of hair.
Only Su Ruxue remained in the secret chamber, resting her chin in her hand with a melancholy expression.
Whenever she had spare time, she would think of the people she had met during her descent to the mortal realm: Yang Junyu, Xiahou Hui, Ye Mengxi, members of the five great clans, as well as Xiahou Li and Xiahou Xiao, carefully reminiscing about the times spent with them.
Xu Wen walked up to the wall of cultivators formed by the Spirit Sword Sect, sneered, and suddenly unleashed a powerful, doomsday-like oppressive aura. Behind him, the phantom of a Wheel of Despair emerged in the void.
Ying Lei wrung her fingers. Countless men had pursued her, and she had always treated them with utter disdain, but why was she feeling so nervous this time?
Just as Long Aotian was about to check the attributes of the Moonlight Box, the diamond treasure chest beside him suddenly emitted a crisp click, followed by shattering and transforming into countless fluorescent specks.
Currently, among the six realms, only the Wuwang Realm and the Demon Realm still preserved a lineage of the divine race. How had the other realms managed to open the Abyss of the Earth's Heart without a divine oracle? Or had something happened to the Abyss of the Earth's Heart, making divine oracles no longer necessary to enter it?
In an instant, the Chiling Sword recovered thirty percent of its might. With a single sword sweeping across the void, Chu Mie drove the sword with his primordial spirit, and the Chiling Sword shot away from the bowstring, slashing down toward Xiao Sanxiao.
Chu Mie's footwork was as fast as lightning, and coupled with his profound vital energy, he killed his way to the side of one of the barbarian marrow-cleansing realm experts almost instantaneously.
"Who? Who is Yanyan's boyfriend? Let him come over, I want to duel him!" Li Gan spouted nonsense.
The "soup noodles" he made had oil, salt, seasonings, and green vegetables added to them. Therefore, they could be eaten directly! If there were leftover dishes at home, they could also be poured over them as a topping.
Listening to the discussions around him, Ye Zang learned that the Third Patriarch had used the Youth-Preserving Pill previously given to him, allowing him to revert to his original youthful appearance. However, such a pill was somewhat beneath Ye Zang now, considering he was currently a second-tier alchemist.
Liu Shihan whimpered, sobbing softly in Xia Zhihan's arms. Outside the window, the moonlight was enchanting, casting its glow upon the two figures holding each other tightly in the room, creating a scene that felt both desolate and serene.
"Spiral Step—Blade Storm Slash!" Chen Kang began to erupt, and the Jiuxuan Sword transformed into dozens of sword shadows hacking down wildly. Each sword shadow carried hundreds of thousands of catties of force; let alone a human, even a mountain would be cleaved in two.