Volume 1, Chapter 32: The Supreme Being Is None Other Than Me, Your Dear Little Rascal!

Supreme Autumn fell silent, unable to speak further. What could he say after learning that the behemoth known as the Indeterminate Sect was behind the Linglong Realm incident? Could he truly seek revenge against such a power?

As for the marked Kunai, Hatake Rinye felt a subtle connection, allowing him to sense its precise location. Ever since he finished consuming the Black Water Profound Snake, his supply had run dry, slowing his cultivation progress. His longing for the Kui Ox was second only to his desire for the Ghost King.

Zong Wendao, a pinnacle powerhouse and overlord of the Silver Bay sea region, actually addressed Yun Fan, who was only at the mid-stage of the Profound Realm, as "Master"?

Zhong Sihai was in high spirits and full of vigor; he even felt that after dealing with Dong Heng, his True Intent of Water would surely advance to the next level.

"Qingzhao, do not go over there!" Zhao Gou’s unusually grave voice suddenly rang in Li Qingzhao’s ears.

Lin Feng stood directly beneath the descending portal. He looked up, but all was pitch black; he could see nothing. Yet, he could clearly sense that the other side of the portal seemed infinitely vast, containing a profound, deep, and heart-quaking aura.

Moreover, he had seen many such spectacles in his previous life, though only in photographs.

One wave consisted of ten beasts, the other of five. Even if the latter group of five Level 9 genetic monsters was delayed, they should have reached the Australian base long ago by the timeline.

Of course, it was a fact that the underground fighting arena could never be brought into the light.

Reaching out to remove her veil, Long Xuan’s expression changed slightly, and he nearly vomited. Her originally beautiful face, whether due to poison or some other cause, was covered in festering, suppurating blisters, some of which had burst, oozing foul-smelling pus.

After all, it was their territory, so how could Xi Yunluo not be anxious? The situation remained as it was, yet they were helpless to change it, which was the crux of the matter.

No one could perceive the mysteries of this sword. Although the people at the auction were all wealthy, none would spend seventy million dollars to buy what might simply be a "scrap of iron."

The night passed without a word—or rather, without anything spoken that wasn't a string of vulgar, ear-offending expletives.

Ma Xiong’s upgraded punch and kick pads were not yet fully ready, but they could at least start practicing with the heavy sandbags.

Bursting into the world, Zhang Shougui, implanted with the identity of Zhang Xun’s younger cousin, charged forward wielding a long spear. His roar was like thunder, his spear thrust like a dragon, piercing a charging Turkic cavalryman and knocking him violently from his horse.

Yang Gao did not believe in Buddhism, but he was not opposed to it either. He merely wished to bring the disciples of the Buddha under the rule of law, eliminate the extravagant sects, and preserve those like the Chan sect, which focused on asceticism and guided the common people toward goodness.

After the Wachowski siblings synchronized their breathing for the fourth time, their fingers pressed the triggers simultaneously, and the bullets flew out amidst the roar of gunfire.

He did not look very old, perhaps in his thirties. It was rare to see a fight promoter of such an age.

"Where is this?" Ji Tianci asked habitually in the language of the Nine Netherworlds, his gaze still fixed on the sea outside the window.

Oka crouched beside a corpse that appeared to have no fatal wounds, carefully examining its parts and clothing details. Unfortunately, he found nothing. Just as he had suspected, these people were dead men who would never leave anything on their persons that could reveal their identities.

Thus, she dived back into her research, but the good times were short-lived. After resting for only two days, the detestable mission from the Order was issued. Totori instinctively wanted to refuse, but once she learned the details of the mission, she could no longer remain calm.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing!" Father said awkwardly. Totori’s actions had drawn everyone’s attention.

Then, Totori hung up the phone. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and leaned against the wall, sighing. Her father, that scoundrel, had caused far too many problems. Even though they had agreed not to get involved anymore, why was she still helping him cover his tracks?

By the time the doctor had checked the pulse and prescribed medicine, dusk had already fallen. The maid in the room lit the lamps and then retreated on tiptoe.

Earlier at the entrance, they had deeply experienced the process of feeling pain to the point of death, then experiencing extreme pleasure, followed by returning to pain. Experiencing this a few times a month was enough; if it happened every day... the few of them wondered if they would develop schizophrenia because of it.

Large-scale protests began to appear on the streets, demanding that the Metropolitan Police Department agree to the terrorists' terms, exchange the hostages, and rescue Inoue Masao.