Volume 1, Chapter 70: Please Do Not Take It to Heart

All of his subordinates, along with the powerful martial emperors, martial gods, and martial ancestors of the Myriad Demon Island, made their moves simultaneously.

Arriving at the kindergarten gates, Guoguo hopped out of the car and skipped toward the entrance, where the teacher waiting outside greeted Yu Fei very warmly.

Li Mu instantly felt a sense of crisis. While he could barely manage to cope with someone of Emperor Han's caliber who was half a step into the Nirvana Realm, dealing with seven or eight such martial artists at once would be no easy task.

The Chief Royal Magician and the Commander of the Imperial Knights—no matter how one looked at them, these didn't sound like actual names. Nero always felt they sounded more like titles.

In addition to its real estate ventures, the company's other business sectors, including catering, entertainment, fitness, and leisure, were also flourishing everywhere.

Yet she was a great conversationalist, skilled at chatting—or rather, quite adept at talking with men, acting much more uninhibited than average girls.

Shi Peng altered his tone, trying his best to sound calm, even carrying a hint of arrogance and disdain. He remembered that all the confident, all-knowing bosses in animations spoke this way.

This sudden burst of energy allowed her to instantly break free from Ye Chen's restraint. With terror in her eyes, she lunged straight into a nearby person. Immediately, that person's eyes turned red, and with a ferocious expression, they lunged to kill Ye Chen.

The footsteps grew closer, closer still, before stopping abruptly. Yet after only a brief moment, they started up again, this time moving away. At the same time, more footsteps could be heard approaching from the distance. Could there be two of them? The enemy was retreating while a companion was approaching? Was the companion being lured away while the enemy took advantage of an empty defense? Or were they both just enemies laying a false trail? His confusion deepened.

Taking a deep breath to steady his somewhat peculiar emotions, and seeing that Sang Li had calmed down a fraction, Gu Yu continued speaking.

"What is it?" The tone was cold and somewhat distant. Though it was Sang Li's usual manner of speaking, it inexplicably made Mu Yun feel rather uneasy.

Cen Kexin tremblingly pulled his head down, and in the midst of his hesitation, her gaze resolutely pressed against his lips, her arched body bringing them into an even tighter embrace.

Ji Siwan stared out the car window. Everything regarding this incident had been investigated; the person who sent the anonymous tip to the police and the media about her hitting someone with her car was Tong Ruo.

Su Ranluo had married into the Northern Prince's Mansion carrying another man's child—this was an insult Ximen Hao had to face entirely on his own.

A trace of amusement flashed across Gorden's eyes as he said, "President, is this your breakfast?" He found it rather novel. Ever since Meng Yanxi had assumed his position, he had never been seen bringing breakfast. At most, he would usually just have someone brew him a cup of Blue Mountain coffee or a cup of milk tea.

"Yannuo! I don't care what you're thinking, fire that Tong Ruo immediately!" Madam Ji barged through the door aggressively, casting aside her usual gentle demeanor and launching into a furious, head-on tirade against Ji Yannuo.

Filled with astonishment, Aotian immediately picked up Xue'er's arm and channeled a surge of true qi. If he was going to lay the foundation for Xue'er, Aotian needed complete mastery over her condition; otherwise, he could not be sure whether danger might arise.

However, the other end of the line was met only by an automated service voice stating that the number was temporarily unreachable. How could this be? Wasn't she going to clear up the misunderstanding with Meng Yanchen and express everything in her heart? But why did it seem to have had zero effect?

Given the opponent's current state, even without any backup, he might not necessarily emerge victorious in a one-on-one fight.

"Husband, what should we do? Asura is still in the Kunlun Realm. He said he's waiting for you to return and have a battle with him. If you cannot sever his life-force lifeline, it will be very hard for you to defeat him," Xuan Ruo said with deep worry.

With that, the group ducked into the tall grass beside the path. Sure enough, not long after, a group of people hurried over. Dressed in identical uniforms and carrying matching swords, they were led by a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties. He paused near their hiding spot, looked around, and spoke.

What sort of secret art Wang Kai had used to transcend the boundaries of the Eight Desolations, step into the Supreme Realm, and even enter the Heavenly Soldier Realm remained a complete mystery to everyone.

Upon hearing this, Wang Kai's heart skipped a beat violently. The pinnacle of the Saint Emperor realm, an eighth-grade bloodline—and this wasn't even their true foundation? The actual foundation was even stronger and existed on an entirely different level?

Behaviors and actions make things easy to understand intuitively, yet they also easily lead to misunderstandings. A dog wagging its tail and a cat offering its paw both express affection, but to a dog, extending a paw signifies hostility, while to a cat, raising it means you want to fight.

Before the young man could finish his sentence, Sun Mimi slapped him with the back of her hand, shattering his body into pieces, killing him instantly beyond any hope of resurrection.

Zhang Dingguo was frightened out of his wits and hurriedly raised his silver whip to block his chest. However, what he hadn't anticipated was that Zhang Fei swung his long spear, batted against his weapon, forced his tiger-head silver spear back, and sent it flying straight toward his face.

Of these two siblings, the elder sister possessed a gentle temperament and soft curves, while her younger brother was no less impressive; in his hands, musical instruments seemed to be endowed with actual life.

"Exalted Lord, what is this?" Wu Laoda had walked the jianghu for decades and had always been confident in his worldly experience, but he had racked his brains through all his memories and could not figure out what kind of pill Zhang Yi had given him. Finally, unable to contain his curiosity any longer, he asked Zhang Yi.

In a split second, the two exchanged dozens of moves. In the end, Jiang Qian seemed to have the upper hand, kicking Bai Ziyue and sending her crashing out through the window.