Chapter 59 Listening to a Story

Back when she was still in school, she had taken a few years of martial arts classes. Although she didn't know how to actually fight, she possessed greater physical strength and nimbleness than the average person.

Before Ye Hai could even react, someone viciously smashed something against his head.

Soon, several streaks of bright red blood trickled down his forehead.

Seeing stars and paralyzed by pain so severe he couldn't even speak, Ye Hai collapsed to the ground and was unable to get back up.

They had seen ruthless people before, but never anyone this ruthless.

A man stepped out of the vehicle, wearing Adidas sneakers and casual sportswear, carrying a very calm aura.

Of course she was certain; her purpose in stabbing the Fifth Prince with the wooden hairpin was never in the expectation of escaping from him, given his formidable martial arts skills.

Yet the moment he stepped inside, he immediately drew the attention of quite a few experts, whose tones were dripping with sarcasm and mockery.

Faced with this sudden thrust, Jiang Yuan hurriedly raised his saber to parry. Because it was a rushed defense, although the sword's edge was slightly deflected by the blow, Jiang Yuan's arm was still sliced open by a deep wound.

Those people rolled on the ground and wailed in agony, but Liu Bai didn't bother to torture them. After pulling out his kukri knife, he simply slit their throats as if harvesting leeks, leaving no loose ends behind.

A sudden flash of inspiration struck Mo Quantian's mind, and a yet-unrefined plan began to take initial shape.

"Blood Blade, Kill!" Following Xue Sha's shout, blood-red patterns lit up across the entire body of the cross-legged, golden-robed giant Buddha. The Buddha then crumbled away layer by layer, revealing the aged monk seated within. With his eyes tightly closed and hands pressed together in prayer, intricate red patterns were now emerging across his body as well.

The middle-aged man in front of him raised his chin, looking at Meng Tian with an expression of utter contempt, and asked softly. Such a mocking attitude was truly unbearable to accept, yet since they were currently under someone else's roof, there was little room left for struggle.

"If that's how it turned out, why on earth did I ever give false testimony just to shield the Fifth Prince?" Zhou Zemin lamented with deep regret.

Whenever Luo Bei used to drink in the past, he would say that dishes made the best accompaniment to alcohol, especially things like peanuts, only there were no peanuts to be found here.

Unlike branch-family scions like Qiao Jie, he was the designated heir of the Qiao family; in other words, he represented the Qiao family itself.

"I obtained this lucky card from beneath the skin of the Demon Slayer after killing him!" Peter Pan said with a smile.

As noon approached, Edison grew tired, and Ye Huan carried his suitcase back to the quarters Edison had arranged for him.

Seeing this, everyone's hearts leaped into their throats, wondering whether that monstrous anomaly, Chen Yang, would be able to withstand it after all.

At that very moment, Changkong Xingyu actually felt the heavens and earth pause for a fraction of a second, as time momentarily stood still.

Staring into the empty, lifeless eyes of the reflection in the mirror—the entity serving as Du Youjia's avatar—she could clearly feel its despair. Du Youjia felt she deeply understood that sense of helplessness; the familiarity was intimate, yet that figure was certainly not herself.

Wild Wind's reaction was quite commendable as well. Upon spotting Qingshui Youlan's fireball, he immediately leaped sideways in an attempt to dodge it.

While cultivators meditating in seclusion often maintained the state for ten days or half a month, Zhao Yishan's meditation session, though not quite that long, still lasted for five or six days.

On this side, the Five Elements Mountain range grew increasingly majestic, while on the other side, the seven-colored glazed radiance of the Seven-Treasure妙 Tree had dimmed into complete obscurity. The peak of the Myriad Realms Five Elements Mountain had sunk all the way down to their feet, leaving an exit of space standing right at the summit.

"Bang!" The bone scorpion was heavily slammed onto the ground, instantly sending a flurry of dust flying into the air. "It's not that difficult to deal with after all," Su Yang thought to himself. Just as he was about to finish off the bone scorpion, his expression abruptly shifted, and he hastily released the creature's tail, retreating a few paces.

Yanjie was busy with work and had not yet received the news. At present, work was his only numbness to help him forget the reality of his father's passing. Even though he still forced himself to coax Yang Qiqi, true joy had not returned to his heart; the only reason he still smiled in front of her was out of fear that she would worry.