Volume 1, Chapter 25: The Confession of Yang Chongrui

"I lack for nothing, and the demands you've proposed are far from satisfying. To let you off so easily would be to let you off too cheap, and my grievances would have been suffered in vain. How about this: you agree to one condition of mine—what do you think?" Yang Xiaoya said.

Although the Scale-Dragon Beast claimed it would no longer drain Jiang Fei's primordial spirit, Jiang Fei still felt the creature was probing him, either intentionally or subconsciously. This prevented him from relaxing in the slightest, making him even more cautious instead.

The staff at the Apple store were highly professional; seeing Sun Li dressed in plain clothes, they still asked him with polite courtesy.

Yang Tian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his palms never stopped moving, continuing to rotate.

The entire academy was in an uproar. The Demon Lord looked on in shock; when he fought Chen Yuan ye, terrifying energy had invaded his body, leaving him feeling numb all over, his head buzzing.

Facing the palm strike from the Black Crow Demon Sovereign, Yang Tian naturally sensed the immense power behind it. His eyes narrowed instantly, yet there was not a trace of fear in his expression.

"Heh..." Bai Youxi seemed to think of something and laughed softly twice. The laughter carried a mocking tone—it was unclear whether he was laughing at the other person or at himself.

"Clan Leader Shi, never mind them; let us discuss our own affairs," Jiang Yunwan said impatiently.

Mao Ritai saw them and rejoiced; these two were the exact men he had seen in the video kidnapping Yang Mi.

Lin Xifan was also filled with excitement. He wandered around the hall, holding a bottle of liquor in one hand and a glass in the other, drinking a toast or two with the brothers at nearly every table. Seeing Lin Xifan’s generosity, the people in the hall began to drink heavily to liven up the atmosphere, with a spirit of not leaving until they were drunk.

After the previous battle, the strength of the Mermaid Tribe was far inferior to what it had been before, especially since their opponent had grown and now possessed seven hundred thousand demon soldiers.

But Lin Xifan was now stunned and silent. Tong Yu did not know that at this moment, Lin Xifan's heart was clouded with gloom, and anxiety welled up within him.

"Do you know where Qi Qiang's father lives?" Liang Dong asked. He didn't know where Director Qi lived, so he could only ask A-Hu.

Beidou assumed these were grievances brought over from the past; after all, they had certainly had their fair share of disputes back then.

Sure enough, as the thick smoke dispersed, Baili Qianxun was seen lying unconscious on the ground, covered in blood, with fresh blood spilling from his mouth from time to time.

"Very well, we shall say no more of that. What was your original plan for the next step?" Lin Feng asked. He asked this, of course, because he wanted to know in advance; by setting a trap, he could not only crush the enemy's plan but perhaps capture a few of their leaders as well.

Liang Dong gently pulled his hand away and tucked her in. He sat by the bed, watching Mu Ling'er in her sleep. In this moment, there was only peace in his heart. He did not know what sweet dream she was having, but a smile appeared on her face. Liang Dong cast a Great Vajra Wheel Seal upon her; it should be of some use.

"Wu'er calls him Seventh Uncle, what do you think?" Ji Xuan still couldn't help but laugh. If not for the great upheaval the family had suffered, he would have laughed even more happily.

The fortuneteller’s continued words left the bald man feeling utterly helpless. Why did this guy even know how many times he had heard birds chirp? There was absolutely no way he could have found that out!

In short, this was a political system and a nation built with the transmigrator Zhang Qiang as the primary beneficiary.

In the hero stories of old, almost every volume contained depictions of fairies. They were all very brave, always staying by their teammates' sides, casting one buff after another upon them, and hurling one negative spell after another at the monsters attempting to attack their allies.

This giant hand appeared abruptly, without anyone sensing it beforehand. Its target was none other than the one called Third Master Dao.

Just then, red light flashed in the eyes of the Demon Guard, and thick, gloomy energy emanated from its body once more, reconsolidating into a blade-axe. It exuded a formidable aura.

"What's going on?" Lu Xuan saw that the stone giant in front of Lu Dijia seemed unable to hold up much longer. Lu Xuan looked on, quite puzzled by the electromagnetic energy still being desperately released.

Yet, when such a long dress was draped over Emily, it instantly changed its fate.

One might ask, the Poles and the Swedes were regular armies and had once been very powerful, so why couldn't they stop these Russian serfs, adventurers, and horse bandits captured by the Great Qing Empire?

The energy continued to release. The individual mechs behind Lu Xuan moved—not by shifting position, but by opening their outer shells. It was manual mode, a method for emergency cockpit ejection.

Bob was instantly speechless. "We Americans don't ride bicycles, okay? Is it really appropriate for such localized slang to come out of your mouth, Mr. President?"

"She is, after all, the successor he chose. You cannot kill her!" said the Origin of Time and Space.

Gonggu Beichuan pursued Luo Yifan and was rejected time and again. This was something Meiguzi could not tolerate; it was as if she had been slapped in the face, and she felt miserable.

At the very first encounter, he saw the familiar Shura Flash. Before the opponent could react, he was cut down by a single blade.

Ten miles of battlefield, a hundred giant drums, ten thousand men, wooden muskets dense as a forest, steel cannons dark as pupils, fiery horses brown as flames, banners fluttering in the wind, and rows upon rows of determined faces.

He was not merely comforting Sun Xiangyang; as long as he repelled the forces of the Tiannan Hidden Sect and removed the external pressure, the introduction of new medicine would easily elevate the Xuanhu Hall to a new height.

He took a rough glance and, sure enough, they had ordered all the most expensive items. Even the cheapest red wine started at fifty thousand. Although the price was marked as such, in a place like this, there were plenty of fakes. Some were bought for a hundred or two hundred but sold for tens of thousands, intended only to swindle the ignorant.