Volume 1, Chapter 52: Falling in Love with Someone You Shouldn't

Although the astral construct leaping out of the dragon's maw initially threw the demons into a panic under the assumption that the Abyss Fiend Dragon had resurrected, the panic subsided moments later once they discerned the construct's true form.

He vigorously patted his head, feeling a strange impulse rising within him. Beneath this urge, he couldn't help but shiver—a chilling dread welled up from the deepest recesses of his heart.

Hearing Bureau Chief Chang's words, Wu Kai smiled with satisfaction and said, "Bureau Chief Chang! It is wonderful that you have this mindset. I believe you will certainly be able to withstand the test." With that, Wu Kai proceeded to discuss the agenda for today's meeting.

More than ten slender tentacles lashed out from its main body, appearing capable of infinite extension. They plunged diagonally into the ground, and within the span of two breaths, a sharp, piercing screech soared upward, grating against eardrums and striking terror into the heart.

Anyone witnessing this scene, provided they grasped the severity of the situation, would feel helpless or panic-stricken. They certainly would not act as calmly as Wang Ping—a calmness so extreme that to outsiders, their new leader appeared to have been frightened out of his wits.

Seeing Wu Kai's shout, the two youths felt a surge of joy inwardly, yet deliberately plastered expressions of terror—so fake that even a fool could tell—as they fled toward an alley by the side of the road.

The intense battle intent surging within his heart governed his instinctive actions. He knew that when the Dark Organization dispatched other Dark Arbiters, it would be the moment the Ling family and the Dark Organization jointly attacked the Murong family.

The surrounding crowd felt an even deeper chill in their bones. To say that a poison capable of granting the Corpse-Wining Child such "intoxication" could lay waste to a thousand miles of land would hardly be an exaggeration.

It was truly as Su Huan had described: there were street performers, jugglers, merchants peddling various wares, and all sorts of ingenious and novel trinkets.

From the start of the battle, Feng Lan had ceased to coerce the Lord of the Waters; yet, because of her earlier actions, she remained under the watch of the water domain's people and was now directly dispatched to the battlefield.

In particular, Rong Xin was not yet old, currently shy of thirty years old, yet she had already become a high-level Martial Emperor expert. Moreover, she managed the Medical Sect in impeccable order; indeed, it was thanks to her that the Medical Sect enjoyed its current prestige across the continent.

A towering wave of high-voltage current surged outward into the sky in all directions. For a moment, within a radius of several thousand meters above and below, minute electrical arcs flickered, as though the entire heaven and earth were being ionized.

Tossing the severed arm aside, the two youths raised their heads. No fear or panic could be found on their faces; instead, there was an expression of excitement—an indescribable excitement laden with desire, a craving for battle and a thirst for blood. For some reason, a trace of unease stirred in his heart, as this yearning for war and violence filled him with dread.

Observing the scene before her, Jiang Jingya naturally assumed that a doctor had come to make rounds and check on the patient's condition. Consequently, she hurried to the bedside, eager to hear what the doctor had to say about Su Li's condition.

If a move was to be made, this was the absolute best opportunity. With just a tiny bit of meddling, the situation could be thrown into chaos, thereby achieving certain objectives.

"Damn despicable wretch, do not be afraid. With me here, no harm will come to you." The consciousness transmitted another message. The scattered awareness of the wretched soul paused momentarily, then began to show signs of reconverging.

Yan Jue sat to one side, glancing sidelong at Yi Jin who was leaning against the headboard, his brow furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line, and face cold.

Daoist Priest Xiao was immensely fond of it, lingering there to ponder it slowly. Every scene held its own unique charm, and every view was a magnificent sight.

Looking at the inventory and sales records, the duty officer had helped deposit it every month. Were there signatures on the stub receipts? What did that imply?

Perhaps because I had yanked it rather forcefully earlier, the collar hung quite low. As he smoked, his Adam's apple bobbed against his strong neck, appearing exceptionally sensual.

"A complete lack of aesthetic appeal." Merisu shook her head helplessly, curled her lips, and began to reload her empty magazine.

She had suffered severe hemorrhaging when giving birth to Sheng Momo, and the doctor had warned that given her physical condition, bearing a second child was highly unlikely.

He had become arrogant, going out to deliver metaphorical slaps to faces left and right amid passionate romantic entanglements, completely looking down upon low-star or even sub-tier progression fighters.

Yan You's motion of drinking water paused slightly as realization dawned; caught up in Yi Jin's affairs lately, she had indeed cast this aside.

Thus, when the six of them were divided into groups, there were Zhou Wantong and his clan younger brother, Zhao Qianliang and the member of the Zhou family, as well as the two members of the Zhao family who were both level-twelve martial artists.

Who would have known that someone dissatisfied with our sovereign Yelu Abaoji would actually lead a faction to launch an internal conflict on the grasslands, raiding our tribe?

For some reason, the uncle sat motionless as Ji Yunxi splashed water straight into his face. While others might think the uncle had lost his wits, in truth, the uncle was gripped by deep terror. In that fleeting instant, he was utterly incapable of movement and could only submit to having water dashed across his face.

Liu Qianzhan bolted upright in shock: "How can that be? Recently, Ah Zhan and I have shared meals and—" Liu Qianzhan seemed to recall something and abruptly swallowed his words.

"Father, do not worry. The situation is rather urgent now; might you take Yunxi to see the clan leader? Perhaps Yunxi can save him." Yao Yun hoped her father could be of assistance.

"Why are you asking about this, though?" Li Ming furrowed his brow, eyeing Lin Feng with guarded vigilance.

The man ate in a composed, silent, and meticulous manner, chewing his food slowly and thoroughly. Every movement exuded the noble elegance of royalty, far more pleasing to the eye than anything taught by instructors in etiquette classes.

By now, the blood jadeite had already been unsealed. Even if he had found no use for it previously, was he really going to go over just to watch Luo's Jewelry revel in their triumph?

By the Cui Lake outside the villa, Ye Ting and Lin Ya gazed at the male eagle circling and crying incessantly overhead, feeling a strange sense of familiarity, as though they had seen it somewhere before.

Lin Manyi hurried forward. She had already comforted the poor children and transmitted the news here back to the bureau; all that remained was for him to receive it.

Downstairs, the plump boss was stacking chairs onto tables, while the proprietress, wearing a black veil over her face, swept the floor with a bent back.

In less than two seconds, the bald man's face flushed crimson, bulging veins snaked across his cheeks and neck, and his entire expression twisted into one of horrifying agony.

However, this appeared to be a type of medicinal pill capable of enhancing body-tempering effects; it should be usable to elevate one's martial realm and strengthen one's power.

He couldn't help but mentally vent: It might sound unbelievable, but I happen to have an even bigger fool of a dim-witted mother-in-law.

When events one feels uncertain about finally transpire in reality, they invariably leave one feeling entirely helpless.

Just as it attempted to trace the origin of this murderous intent, a wave of intense heat instantly saturated its entire body.