Volume 1, Chapter 29: The Apology

Upon hearing Yang Shujie’s words, the Fire Serpent Valkyrie nodded in sincere conviction. Situ Hui, who had defeated her in a mere three moves, could likely go toe-to-toe with Yang Shujie for over a dozen rounds; thus, her own defeat did not feel unjust.

Hearing me say this, Alice wore an expression that suggested she had no idea what nonsense I was spewing, shrugging with a helpless sigh.

Although it was still slightly earlier than the scheduled time, as an excellent young man who prides himself on punctuality, I decided to arrive at the meeting place early, so as to beat that strange Automaton, Baldur, there.

For those who live in border towns for long periods and often have to rely on excuses to sneak out of camp for a drink just to relieve their boredom, this was clearly impossible.

Upon hearing this news, Wu Yong was incredibly astonished. Just a few days ago, he had heard her say that the attack might happen in a month, so why had it been moved up so much?

One after another, Liang army players emerged from the tunnel and climbed the city wall using ropes. They then descended quietly into the city via ropes and, coordinated by another group of Wolf Tribe players, hid within the urban area.

All his pride and backbone vanished into thin air at this moment. No longer daring to act tough, he looked at Dugu Weiyue with imploring eyes, endured the pain, rolled to the side, curled his body, then forced his upper body up into a kneeling position, bowing his head to the ground again and again.

As it happened, the Wolf Tribe was simultaneously building eighteen fortresses, and their capital chain was effectively stretched to the breaking point. If any of their major operations ran into trouble, not only would the construction schedule for the fortresses be indefinitely delayed, but it might even trigger a disastrous chain reaction.

When that time came, looking across the world, there would be no more powerful rivals left. The Demon Tribe’s great calamity would, in fact, facilitate the rise of the Yi family—this was the Yi family’s master plan.

"You aren't a police officer, so how could you possibly track down the killer?" Xue Yaha asked, deeply puzzled. Yet, deep down, she hoped Wu Yong possessed this ability, for if he did, it would undoubtedly be of great help in catching the murderer of her brother.

This also made Li Xiao realize one of his weaknesses: while he possessed the top-tier ability of X-ray vision, which certainly gave him an unparalleled advantage in jade gambling, his knowledge of jadeite was too shallow. Even if he uncovered jade, it would be easy for others to swindle him, just as they had today.

He, Dongfang Fan, might secretly like Xuanyuan Ling'er, but there was no need to be overly enthusiastic toward the servants and experts of the Xuanyuan family; otherwise, it would damage the prestige of his own Dongfang family.

His closed eyes instantly shifted to sky blue. The powerful ocular energy of the Tenseigan immediately began to surge. After Lin Chuan refined his chakra and spirit energy into sage chakra, it surged toward his eyes.

Bo is the imperial surname of the Codis Empire, and this Emperor of Codis naturally also carried the surname Bo.

"Charge!" The Song army, having endured a night of suffering in the cold grass and mud, charged toward the Southern Han army, their hearts filled with rage.

Seeing the spatial rift seal, Chu Yi did not hesitate for a moment. He immediately turned around and looked toward the dark, magnificent palace.

Zhu Ming immediately invited Wu Yong, Li Kui, and Jiao Ting as well, and the party of seven went to a tavern to drink.

Even that poison lizard had been taken out. With that, the threat was gone, and he could seize the treasure.

Ever since he and his wife had started out, everything had gone smoothly. They had almost always held the lives and everything else of others in their hands. Yet, they never imagined they would suffer such a humiliating disgrace now!

Although Mo Xi had obtained a great opportunity in the Wind Palace, she had only just broken through to the second-tier Martial Master; how could she possibly be a match for Liu Wu?

"Can you tell me the direction to the surface?" It was clear that no more information could be gleaned from Neliel, and Miyano did not intend to waste more time; he wanted to leave this harsh Menos Forest first.

If a cultivator just one or two levels higher than Lin Tian came along, shattering the spirit energy barrier would only take a few minutes. Once the barrier was broken, Lin Tian would be completely unprotected; even a cultivator in the Heart-Stirring stage could easily kill him.

Ma Zhongliang was tall and sturdy, in his early thirties. His eyes were small, which looked a bit comical compared to his slightly chubby face, yet they were extremely sharp.

In the corner of the cave, Lan Youruo looked at the wonders before her in astonishment, her mouth slightly agape. Beside her, the Blazing Ape, which had grown significantly in size, lay devoutly on the ground, not even daring to raise its head.

Yue Longtian did not notice the person arriving at the door, but he saw Yun Haisheng looking at Yun Xiaoxiao with a puzzled expression. When Yun Xiaoxiao pulled Yue Longtian past Yun Haisheng, she winked at him and gestured with her mouth.

"Uncle, is there something strange about these prayer beads? Can you tell what kind of magical artifact they are?" Remembering the scene from moments ago, Ye Yu took the beads from his bosom and handed them to Mu Ziqian.

On this day of clear skies and beautiful weather, several cultivators at the Tribulation Transcendence stage gathered on the peaks of the Tianyi Sect.

Without explaining the specific reasons, Yan Fei waved goodbye to Captain Grel, watching the mercenaries mount their horses and leave. Mirexia showed no intention of leaving; she just sat there quietly, seemingly deep in thought.

"Yes!" Old Huang felt a sense of shock in his heart. Even as a Xiantian expert, he was stunned by the Emperor's order. These few ace armies, though their total numbers might not exceed one hundred thousand, were enough to hold back hundreds of thousands or even more troops.

Countless meridians were torn and shattered, then slowly repaired, over and over again. This pain was like someone slowly cutting her body with a rusted, dull knife. If not for her lover whispering encouragement in her ear, Emilia would have wanted to give up right then and there.

Xiang Qing took a breath without a trace, bolstered her spirits in her heart, and only then stepped forward toward him.