Volume One, Chapter 25: Waving the Tiger’s Skin as a Grand Banner

“Stubborn and unyielding! Since you refuse to surrender, don’t blame me for what happens next!” Xing Zhong let out a cold snort. The aura of a fifth-level Qi cultivator erupted around him, and his right hand began to swell and petrify in an instant as he lunged forward fiercely.

This was the spell he had cultivated—the Art of Petrification.

Once mastered, it allowed him to transform any part of his body into hard rock at will, making him nearly impervious even to ninth-level Qi cultivators. However, he had not yet reached such a level; for now, only his right hand could turn to stone, but even so, it was formidable—a single punch could shatter copper and iron.

“What kind of technique is this?” Ji Die’s gaze sharpened, instinctively sensing danger. He dared not face it head-on. With a wave of his hand, several pebbles at his feet rose into the air, attacking...

Humans are like this—once they discover you’re different, they treat you as a monster, shunning and ostracizing you, pushing you to a dead end both mentally and physically.

As for MTV, since no one could obtain it, they wouldn’t let Viacom monopolize the music television market for free.

But this time Jiang Huo came to them of her own accord. He watched her closely, testing to see what her intentions truly were.

“Ah, who would have thought that Gao Xianzhi would end up like this?” One of them drained his cup, sighing deeply. His lament was for Gao Xianzhi’s reckless overconfidence, which led to heavy losses and his eventual death at the hands of Li Longji.

“How is your hammer so powerful?” Jin Kuang eyed the silver heavy hammer in Tong Feng’s hand, still unnerved as he asked in astonishment. “Humph~ And what grade is your ‘Golden Abyss’ sword?” Tong Feng laughed dismissively in response.

Li Fuguo raised his glass, distractedly replying to Bian Lingcheng, then brought the cup to his lips and swallowed the wine in one gulp.

Most people, subconsciously, believe that those in power are entitled to break conventions and act out of line. Besides, the relationship between Simon and the two Jennys was no longer mere gossip—it was an undeniable fact. Even if Simon’s identity didn’t warrant caution, the gossip media found such outdated news too dull to sensationalize.

His ancient zither was still where he left it; his mind, clouded by anger, had forgotten to bring it along. As a musician, to unleash powerful attacks without his instrument, he could only summon a zither from the void.

All the carts were donkey-drawn; each village had three to five vehicles, carrying some New Year goods. Thankfully, preparations had already been made. The chosen items were set on the table, with the rest stacked around it.

“Just say what I said!” Leng Qingqiu waved her hand impatiently, as if shooing away a buzzing mosquito.

Shen Fengnian cried and wailed, complaining of pain, but after Shen Fengshu whispered a few words to him, he stopped, wiped his tears, and sniffled quietly.

There were no beds, no quilts, no windows—just people curled up, trying to ward off the cold as best they could.

Feng Hanyan glanced at her, then at Wang Fan, lightly furrowing her brows before returning to the kitchen with a composed expression.

He was always somewhat wary of his cousin Qin Linlin when outside, but once back with the whole family, that caution evaporated.

When Ted entered Steve’s room, the first thing he saw was Steve, who looked as though he’d been brutalized by several burly men.

To fall asleep, the patient tried every method. For a time, he worked in the fields every night, hoping fatigue would bring sleep, but nothing worked.

Pengpeng glanced at the barrage of comments, but too shy to ask Mr. Huang directly, he pushed the responsibility onto him.

Everyone believed this was the only way to ensure children belonged to noble families and the bloodline would continue.

Zhao Gao bowed and accepted the order, hurriedly left the city, shed his cloak, mounted the imperial horse, and sped out like lightning—his horsemanship was superb.

He kept thinking about Shen Fengshu, hoping to see her again, because he had learned a word from Ye Yucheng: benefactor.

Gu Lan’s eyes remained tightly shut as the other held her in his arms. Her head drooped, throat gripped in his hand. He had no doubt that if Gu Man wished, her slender neck would snap in an instant.

“That’s not a bad suggestion,” Tang Rao said with a broad grin. Two of the four judges had already been replaced, but Cui Baiyi and Xue Xing could not be touched.

They were born for slaughter and predation. When food runs out, they eat even their own kind.

“Everyone loves beauty. Don’t tell me you don’t love beautiful women.” The King of Angels fixed his gaze on him, eyes gleaming.

Tang Rao had said it—he’d done a good deed. He was merely a recorder. The real movers were Tang Shimei’s beloved and Tang Shimei’s father. If blame was to be laid, it should fall on those two men, not Tang Rao.

It was a missile—the Destroyer—tearing across the sky. It locked onto the two of them with uncanny precision, trailing a long plume of smoke, like a beast baring its fangs as it plunged down from above.

This triggered a series of gigantic waves. The once calm and ordinary coastlines of R Country were crowded with people strolling. Suddenly, a massive surge rose from the seabed, engulfing the entire shore in an instant. Tens of thousands were swallowed whole, not a single survivor left.

The middle-aged policeman was Huang Xiang, director of the Central Branch of Jiang City. After finishing his words, he gestured to the officer behind him.

Now, the IG Team Corps felt a biting urge to attack. In a rush, they all stormed out from the western gate.

Tang Rao, addicted to the fight, ordered the Nine Cauldrons Snow Beast to discharge electricity here and there, zapping the octopus until its bones showed through.

Zhan Cangqiong returned home at night. The moment he stepped inside, the pungent smell of alcohol hit him. His brows furrowed in displeasure, and he headed straight for Zhan Tianqing’s room.

Recalling how he deliberately brushed the other’s palm when passing the jade pendant, Zhaoyang pursed her lips in a smile, a suspicious blush blooming on her cheeks.