31. Secret Struggle
Page (1/3)
Upon hearing that hungry howl, Nongxue, who had previously been trembling with exhaustion, summoned every ounce of her strength in an instant. Her nerves tightened, her grip on the dagger grew white-knuckled, and her gaze remained locked firmly on the tiger before her.
Jin Feng acted like a madman, his mouth hanging half-open; he clearly wanted to say something, but all that escaped his lips were whimpering sobs.
"Grandfather, is this the Li-Fire Gorge? Is my father imprisoned down there? It’s so hot—how could anyone endure it?" Shui Qingyan asked, looking at the heat-churning abyss with a mix of timidity and heartache.
He Chen sat on a stool, staring at Yu Fei’s retreating figure. His hands, resting on the tabletop, tightened, and a flicker of agony crossed his eyes.
After leaving the He family’s incense and candle shop, Yi’er still felt somewhat dazed. How great a power could hatred truly possess? Yi’er had never considered it before, but perhaps, from what she had just seen at the He household, she finally began to understand: the depth of one’s hatred might just determine the magnitude of that power.
Fortunately, their teammate Li Dian turned around while at low health and used a 'W' skill, piercing through Yu Jin and Meng Huo from behind. This bought Zhang Liao a bit of time to deal damage. Liu Biao, having exhausted his ultimate ability, re-entered the fray at full health.
Regarding the series of upcoming actions, Gu Yu had devised a detailed plan during his days of recuperation and had reached out to friends who could offer assistance.
Rong Li suddenly heard someone calling her name. Drowsy, she rubbed the corners of her eyes and gently opened them.
Yun Fei possessed strength that surpassed the late stage of a God King, and Lian Muhai, who followed him, was also at the late God King level. If they could be recruited, they would undoubtedly be a major asset.
The man beside her was looking down at the medical report in his hands, his smoke-black eyes focused with such intensity, as if he feared missing a single word.
In this world, there were few things that could cause such emotional turbulence within him. But it was precisely because they were so few that it felt all the more tragic.
Page (2/3)
In less than two seconds, could anyone have imagined that Weisheng Mo would cross seven meters in the blink of an eye, appear behind Yan Yan, lift his leg for a kick, shatter the shield, and draw his blade to strike the neck, silently slitting his throat?
The imperial capital’s soldiers were incensed by this sight, assuming Luo Cheng was an accomplice of the man named Zhao Hua, and rushed over aggressively to intervene.
How could Su Yan let the Poison Scorpion King succeed? He executed the Startling Cloud Steps, his speed rivaling a thunderbolt. In his hand, a long golden sword bore mysterious tiger patterns, and the fierce tiger head at the hilt appeared to be roaring at the heavens.
The Wine Sword Immortal was not surprised. Among martial artists who had not yet mastered the laws of space, Luo Cheng’s strength was already at the pinnacle; he was practically peerless.
She held the fragment up to the sunlight coming through the window. Suddenly, her heart stirred; through the light, faint, strange markings appeared within the porcelain shard.
Everyone was currently injured, leaving only a yellow-furred monkey to hold the line. But could this single monkey withstand a siege from so many masters?
The two left the room one after the other. Huang Rengui felt lucky to have escaped with his life; he reeked of stale urine, his manhood throbbed with intense pain, and his cheeks were swollen and bloated.
Qingli hadn't expected Uncle Lin to answer the phone, but upon hearing his voice, she realized that he must have found no other way and was attempting to probe her directly through the call.
Fortunately, Li Yan’s attention was entirely focused on studying the magic circle for the "Chain Fireball" at that moment and did not hear Emma’s words, or he would have died of shame.
"My Lord, the prisoner has fainted," the black-clad guard stopped his actions and said to Jun Wuxia with his head bowed.
Whether it was Song Daowu’s mention of "both" that truly struck a chord in Mo Zhengrong’s heart or not, after Song Daowu finished his long speech, Mo Zhengrong fell into a long, profound silence.
Page (3/3)
Just before reaching the door, he shot Guo Lin a glance filled with extreme resentment. The change from moments ago had been too sudden; no one had seen how Zhao Fei’s hair bun had been severed. He instinctively assumed it was a trick performed by the man in the bamboo hat.
"If only I could collect all these spells," Guo Lin thought to himself. The sheer power of the Seven-Lotus Vermilion Bird True Fire had left a deep impression on him that day. Guo Lin wondered, what was the true extent of that flame's power? Compared to his own Fallen Star, which was stronger?
She was like him, yearning for his strength, his aura. But how could she? At a time like this, in such a way? She instinctively wanted to resist, yet found herself unable to, left only to look at him helplessly.
The men of the "Six Doors" entered the government offices and emerged from the underworld. They encountered the strangest of cases and dealt with matters with flexible ingenuity; they were underworld figures within the government, and government officials within the underworld.
Having been separated for so long, Ling Shuiyue had always relied on him. To avoid becoming a burden, she must have encountered countless dangers and hardships while traveling alone to the Scarlet Forest Empire.
"Damn it, you’re the pigs!" He roared, pushing aside the sharp edges to carve out a foothold for himself. Looking around, he saw no one in white; they were all commoners in rough-spun clothes. The weapons in their hands were far from swords—they wielded messy, mismatched long knives and spears, with some even charging forward with nothing more than iron rods.
The brilliant light was blocked by the curtains, and darkness shrouded the room, save for one spot where a white glow flickered.