Volume 1, Chapter 48: Learning Those Seductive Tricks

Deep in the night.

Ye Wushuang gazed coldly at Hei Xuanze, a flash of fatal sword light blooming as it severed Hei Xuanze's head.

"Such a terrifying imperial slaughter! Leave aside True Fate Gods, even Divine Ancestors wouldn't dare to approach!" Jian Bufan said with a horrified expression.

"Huh?" Ye Xingchen furrowed his brows. He had merely strolled into a weapon shop to browse, yet it had somehow turned into imparting the craft of alchemy.

The only one with passable cultivation was that Bu Ziyang, whose cultivation was around the first or second layer of the Core Formation stage.

The Zombie God Emperor's son shattered a vast area with a single punch, obliterating the endless torrent of blade light; however, Feng Jue's figure stepped out from another expanse of the void.

The very next instant, Ye Feng raised his right hand, and a blood-red spear materialized in his grasp.

Seeing this, Ye Wushuang's expression tightened slightly. A beam of imperial light surged forth, sweeping up the bodies of Qian Ling and the others before dashing out of the grand plaza.

After all, Wang Junzhi had been famous in the Central Divine Province for a long time and was even a descendant of the Archaic Futian Clan. Her innate talent and aptitude must undoubtedly be immensely powerful.

Everyone's heart sank along with it. Who could have imagined that an ancient monarch waiting to be resurrected was hidden right here?

A supreme expert at the early stage of the Entering God Realm was actually beaten to the point of vomiting blood by someone in the Creation Realm. This was simply an Arabian Nights fairy tale. Even though everyone present witnessed it with their own eyes, they still found it utterly unimaginable, almost refusing to believe their own eyes.

However, this punch hadn't caused him any serious injury. Secretly, he felt a surge of fortune, realizing that just now, Lin Yunhao had merely been testing him and hadn't used his full strength. Thinking of this, Lin Qingyun instantly became even more cautious.

No doubt the airport was already staked out by swarms of reporters at this moment. Miao Miao had deliberately refrained from wearing those elegant and pretty dresses, opting instead for a simple casual outfit and sneakers, so that even if she were besieged by reporters later, it would be much easier for her to slip away.

As the initiator of the vertical alliance to conquer the State of Qin, the Great Zhao Dynasty had long since made preparations for the campaign. Therefore, even before Zhao Dan had returned to his country, half a million elite soldiers and fierce generals of Great Zhao, along with seven million shi of grain, had already arrived at the two major passes along the Qin-Zhao border.

Rong Rui's forehead was still slick with sweat from excessive tension, yet he still managed to hear Lin Qian's words.

Whether it was facing the haughty Section Chief Zhang at the Supply and Marketing General Corporation or Uncle Cai who looked like an ordinary farmer, Wang Chenyang saw a side of Tian Miao completely different from the one he knew. The surge of grand ambition in his heart seemed to gather and grow ever stronger.

Chen Feng felt a tinge of regret; it seemed his cultivation was still insufficient, as encountering familiar faces made it easy for information to leak out.

With a few cold dishes and several cups of unadorned wine, Lin Peng, Yan Qing, and Bai Mo sat on one side while Ling Jiangahai sat on the other. The group began to exchange cups and drink heartily.

The youth revealed a cold sneer, then flicked his folding fan with a shake. Ten illusory black chains instantly burst forth, hurtling straight toward Ling Ling.

The office was exceptionally bright, with sunlight piercing through the large glass curtain wall and falling upon the spotless floor.

Yet this Qiao Zi, did she really have such a fine figure? She had seen her once before, and back then she had seemed merely a bit better than average.

There were indeed a few brave souls who realized there was no escape and charged directly into the encirclement. Unsurprisingly, these individuals were naturally riddled with bullets and turned into sieges. After killing dozens of diehards, aside from Leng Zhiying and the Sons of Korhal, there was not a single person left standing on the field.

Upon arriving near the entrance of the cave, the members of the Yunhuai Academy stopped in their tracks. Ling Gu halted, her withered, pale brows furrowing deeply. The others, who had likewise stopped, looked at her in confusion.